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Starcrossed Lovers

Chapter 3

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"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not."

André Gide, Autumn Leaves

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Paris

Damon POV

When Damon woke up, he immediately noticed there was a warm and soft body pressed against him and very slowly, the events of the night before started to return to him. A smile appeared across his features when he thought back of Elena in the throes of passion. She had looked so good, so beautiful, she was absolutely stunning. He usually didn't dwell on his one-night-stands, though she was something special.

After all, he didn't throw her out of his bed in the middle of the night, which usually happened after he was done with the girl in question. No, instead he actually cuddled with her and Damon Salvatore did not do cuddling. Not with anyone. Not even Kat. He didn't know what the hell was going on with him, but something was definitely wrong.

Although he had to admit, waking up to her, his arms wrapped firmly around her body, it felt good, almost too good to be true. He opened his eyes and watched her peaceful form, she was still fast asleep and by the look on her face, she must have been having nice dreams. He couldn't help but wonder if they were about him.

Nah, of course not. She probably would be more than happy to leave his bed once she realized what had happened the night before. He knew she hadn't been that drunk, though for some reason, he was sure she was going to regret what had happened and run out on him as fast as she could. She didn't look like the type of girl that sought out men at a bar.

She most definitely came out of a long and bad relationship. It was typical for those kind of women to run into the arms of a mysterious bad boy. Although, he was not going to feel guilty about taking advantage of the chance to have her between his sheets.

Man, she had been incredible. The little minx definitely knew how to please a man. In the middle of the night, they'd woken up again and went on with round two and three. He must have worn her out entirely, because it was already nine o'clock and it didn't look like she was going to wake up anytime soon.

Wait, nine o'clock? Holy Shit! How the hell could he have forgotten? He had a meeting in half an hour! Fuck, fuck, fuck… this was not good! He quickly jumped out of the bed, cringing when Elena started to stir. Damn it, he hadn't wanted to wake her up. He should've been more careful. Good lord, this was exactly why he never brought a woman home and let her stay the night.

"Damon?" she asked lazily, her hand searching for his body.

"Morning, beautiful," he smiled at her, hovering over the bed to give her a proper 'good morning' kiss. "I'm afraid I have to leave soon. I totally forgot I have a meeting this morning, but feel free to stay a little longer. I should be back by noon. You can order breakfast if you like," he told her, pecking her lips a second time, a third time and eventually a fourth one. Damn, what the hell was happening to him? He usually wasn't this affectionate, certainly not after a one-night-stand with the woman in question. He was royally fucked.

"You have to leave already?" she pouted, her lips still swollen from all the kisses they shared during the night. She looked so fuckable right now that he was having trouble concentrating. God damn, Fournier! He really should've arranged the meeting at a later hour, though it was already too late for that.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he said, not really knowing what that meant. "How long are you staying in Paris?" he suddenly questioned, realizing she must be on holiday, though he wondered where her friends or family were. She had a perfect American accent and he was pretty sure she lived in the States.

"Till Sunday evening," she told him, smiling widely. "Me and my friends are on a girls only trip," she added, filling in the missing piece of information for him. "You?"

"Saturday morning, though I'm sure I could try to postpone my departure," he smirked. "My business meetings shouldn't take that long, I'm usually free in the afternoon," he explained, wondering what the hell he was doing. Was he really considering to spend a week with this girl he didn't even know? Since when did he do one-week-stands instead of one-night?

"Is that an arrangement?" she asked him, clearly thinking the same thing.

"It's not an obligation, just a proposition," he told her quickly. He must have lost his freaking mind! There was no other explanation, he was going insane.

"I like the way you think, Damon," she smiled up at him, the sheet that was covering her frame suddenly lowered until he could see the beginning of her nipples. Note to self, keep those damn eyes up and away from her body! He was already hardening again. She definitely tested his stamina!

"I'm going to take a quick shower and leave, I can't let my client wait any longer," he told her sadly, pecking her lips one last time before heading towards the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He'd love to take a shower with her, though now was not the time.

Fournier was going to kill him. Those Frenchmen weren't exactly known to like to be kept waiting.


Elena POV

Elena softly touched her lips when Damon disappeared into the bathroom. Oh dear lord, what had she done? She slept with a total stranger, let him fuck her senseless and just agreed to spend the entire week with him? Bonnie was going to kill her when she found out.

How could she do that? For all she knew, Damon could've been a rapist, or worse, a killer. Yeah right, a man with a hot body like that certainly would have to become a rapist, who are you kidding Gilbert? She scolded herself.

Still, would it be a good idea to agree to his offer? It probably would be the most adventurous and sex filled week of her life, but was it honestly a good idea? Probably not, but when was the last time she made a good decision? Must have been a while ago, because the past year she hadn't been thinking much about herself anymore.

Maybe this was indeed a good thing, one week to forget about everyone and everything. One week of pure bliss and pleasure. If you put it like that, it already sounded much and much better!

Damon wasn't relationship material, she'd known that from the moment she'd laid eyes on him. He was the typical charming heartbreaker. He seduced women, spend the night with them and that was it, end of story. She might not know him personally, but it wasn't hard to figure out that everything he'd showed her had been fake, his walls protecting him from possible hurt. He was a tough guy, but probably had a soft spot somewhere. Most of them did. They looked all bad and rough on the outside, but were lost and lonely on the inside.

It was why she had been so surprised when he asked her how long she would be staying in Paris. She'd already been grateful that he hadn't just thrown her out in the middle of the night, but at least had the decency to let her stay over. She would've killed him if he'd dared to make her leave before dawn.

She quickly searched for her panties and bra once she stepped out of the bed, shocked to see their clothes were spread out over the entire room. God, she quickly had to clean up this mess before housekeeping would come around. How did her clothes land so far away from the bed? She couldn't remember throwing them that far…

Her lips curved upwards when she thought back on the night before. Best sex ever. He probably ruined her for every other man, because she was sure as hell, she wouldn't easily find such a selfless lover like him again. He'd always put her pleasure first, wanting to make her feel good before he gave in to his own satisfaction.

As she closed her eyes, she could still feel his lips linger on hers, his hands roaming over her body, touching her in all the right places, making her crave more. Opening her eyes, she snapped out of the haze and started looking for her purse. A few minutes later, she finally located it underneath the bedside table and went over there to pull out her phone.

Six missed calls, two from Bonnie, three from Caroline and one from her aunt Jenna. Shit! She quickly texted her friends and told them she was alright and that she would explain everything later. They must have been so worried! After leaving the two of them bickering at the diner, she totally forgot about them. How bad of a friend was she?

Elena dialed the phone number of her aunt, surprised that Jenna had called her. She had no idea why. "Jenna speaking," she heard the woman answer when she picked up the phone.

"Hi aunt Jenna, it's Elena here," she said, sitting down on the bed. Her entire body felt numb, she was surprised she was still able to walk.

"Hi honey, I'm glad you called me back. How was your flight? I hope everything went okay?" her aunt questioned friendly.

"Everything went perfectly fine, no worries," Elena told her, smiling. The relationship between Jenna and her had always been special, her aunt had only been fourteen years old when Elena was born which meant she was still very young. When Elena was a teen, she always hung out with her, they went shopping, had girls'nights. It was lovely.

Although a few years back when Jenna started dating Alaric Saltzman, Elena's history teacher for Christ's sake, they had grown apart a little. Jenna spent so much time with her boyfriend that Elena didn't get to see her very often anymore. They were both utterly in love and lived in their perfect bubble most of the time.

"I have the most amazing news!" Jenna exclaimed joyfully and Elena could already imagine the smile across her lips. "I'm getting MARRIED!" she cried out.

"Oh my gosh, that's wonderful, Jenna!" Elena smiled, honestly happy for her. She'd always known that Ric would be a good guy for her aunt. They were a perfectly cute couple. "I'm so happy for both of you!"

When Elena heard that the shower stopped running, she quickly told Jenna she had to go. She wasn't planning on letting Damon leave without a proper goodbye kiss.

When a few minutes later he appeared back in the room, his hair freshly washed and still a little tousled. He looked handsome, amazing even and she couldn't wait to pull him down for a kiss. It should have been illegal to look that irresistible.

"You're not going to stay?" he asked her, looking around the room in surprise when he saw she cleaned up the mess they made the night before.

"I'll come back this afternoon, though I first have to go see my friends. They're worried as hell, because I didn't come home last night," she quickly explained, walking over to him.

"That's good, very good," he murmured and she didn't know whether he was talking to himself or was addressing her. When she stood in front of him, he quickly pulled her into his arms, taking her by surprise. She would've tripped if he hadn't caught her.

Without saying another word, he kissed her passionately as if his life depended on it and she couldn't help but melt into his embrace. He was an amazing kisser and she soon found out he kissed her in many different ways. Sometimes passionate or even a little desperate, other times lazily and sweet… He definitely knew how to keep things interesting, though he'd never kissed her the way he was kissing her at that moment, her body flush against his. For the first time, she felt as if she was seeing the real Damon and it made her heart flutter in response.

When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily, their faces resting against each other. "I really should go," he told her when he finally stopped panting, a sad smile across his features. It was clear that he wanted to stay, just as much as she wanted him to.

"I know," Elena agreed, pecking his lips one last time before taking a step back. "I'll see you this afternoon," she added, looking hopeful. He could still change his mind and they both knew it. If Damon would decide this afternoon that he didn't want to see her again, she wouldn't come back. Last night had been amazing, though it never was supposed to be more than just one night.

He nodded, took his coat from the seat where he left it on the day before and headed outside. Elena watched him go in silence, already missing his touch. She never understood those girls that couldn't seem to stay away from their boyfriends and missed them before they were even gone, though at the moment she was feeling the same way.

It was absurd, she didn't even know Damon for twenty-four hours, yet she already felt connected to him in a way she never experienced before. Not even Matt could bring out those feelings inside of her and they had been together for almost eight years. Yeah, she wasted eight years on a guy who wasn't worth it. Pretty sad in fact, but it was the truth. She still couldn't believe how she could've been so blind, to not see how horrible the guy treated her.

Picking up her handbag, she decided it was time to face her friends. They would probably be mad at her for not texting them sooner, it wasn't exactly like she had been thinking clearly last night. Damn, she still couldn't believe she really jumped into bed with the first guy she met during her trip to Paris.

Although you had to admit, once you laid eyes on Damon, you just couldn't turn him down anymore. He was the definition of handsome and looked like sex on legs. Honestly, even if she would've tried, she wouldn't have been able to ignore him. He was just the kind of man you didn't turn down, certainly not when you were single.

About ten minutes later she arrived back at her hotel and was greeted by two furious looking women. Oops. This was not good, she quickly decided.

"Hi girls," she said innocently, giving them her best attempt at the look of an angel. She had never been a great actress, though it was worth giving it a try.

"Good lord, where have you been, Elena? We have been worried sick! I almost called the police station!" Bonnie shouted so loud that many faces started to turn and look in their direction. Jeez, this was so not what she needed right now. She was exhausted, her head throbbing thanks to the high pitched voice of her best friend. She was in a desperate need of rest, her entire body was worn out.

"Guys, please," Elena begged, closing her eyes and covering her ears. She probably looked like a five-year-old, though at the moment, nothing really mattered to her. She just wanted to go to bed and sleep.

"Holy shit," Caroline breathed shocked, looking at Elena wide-eyed. "I never thought I'd see the day!" the woman exclaimed, making a little jump.

"What the hell are you talking about, Caroline?" Bonnie questioned, giving her a weird look. It looked like they were still fighting, Elena thought sadly. Giving them space clearly didn't solve a thing.

"Dear Elena over here, just had the most amazing one-night-stand of her life according to the royally well fucked state she is currently in. I'm guessing a hot business man she met during drinks at some expensive bar. He probably took her to his bedroom and kept her up all night. The dark circles underneath her eyes don't lie," Caroline explained, taking a really good guess at the truth. The woman was amazing and had a delighting way of explaining things.

"Caroline please, she's not you. Elena would never…" she started to say when she noticed the guilty look on Elena's face. Bonnie's eyes almost popped out of her head and the desperate plea in her eyes said more than words ever could. "Elena?"

"Oh my god, I knew it!" Caroline exclaimed excitedly. Screaming so loud that the woman at the reception desk started to throw them dirty looks. "How was it? Scale one to ten," she questioned, immediately getting straight to the point. It was exactly why Elena loved her friend so much, Caroline would never shy away, not from anything.

"Eleven, probably," Elena smiled shyly, her cheeks bright red while she was trying to avoid Bonnie's judgmental look. She always knew only one of her friends would approve of her overnight adventure.

"I want to know all the details! All of them!" the blonde went on, linking their arms and starting to walk towards their room so they could talk in private.

"I'd love to tell you everything, Care. But I'm too tired now, maybe after I've slept for a few hours," Elena answered, relieved when Caroline nodded her head, an understanding look across her features. She really could use some rest and wondered how the hell Damon would be able to get through the day without taking a nap.


Damon

It was past two o'clock when Damon left the business meeting. Besides the fact that he had been half an hour late, everything had gone perfectly well. Fournier had accepted his apology and went on with the meeting without giving him a difficult time. If everything would continue at the same pace it was going now, he would probably be done with work by Friday. Which meant he had the entire weekend to spend with Elena.

He still wasn't sure what had gotten into him, though for one, he couldn't seem to get the girl out of his mind for even a second. His thoughts had been drifting off the entire meeting and he wondered if his business partner had noticed.

She was a handful and he didn't know how he got himself into so much trouble. He should've been smarter and thrown her out after they were done, like he did with all the women that came before her. However, something had stopped him. He couldn't treat her like a cheap and dirty slut, Elena was much better than that.

He wondered if she would follow through on her promise to come by in the afternoon. She could always stay away from him, there was no way he'd find her back. They hadn't even exchanged last names, nor did he know any of her personal details. The only thing he knew - very well even - was her body.

She could easily decide he wasn't worth her time and just enjoy the rest of her holiday without seeing him. Part of him wished she would stay away, it would make things so much easier and less complicated. The other part begged for her to come back to him and couldn't wait to pull her in his arms again and kiss her senseless.

He was confused, his mind and body were giving him entirely different opinions. His feelings were mixed-up and he didn't like it one bit. He was arrogant, in control and fearless, though in that moment, he felt vulnerable as hell. He had to make a decision soon, spend a week with the beautiful brunette he met only a day ago or stay focused on work and forget about their wonderful one-night-stand.

Once he saw Elena walking into the lobby room of the hotel; however, he quickly made up his mind and started walking over to her, pulling her flush against his body, breathing in her sweet scent. "Hello, baby," he greeted her smiling, pecking her lips softly. "I'm glad you decided to come," he added, honestly relieved.

"I'm glad I came," she told him shyly, her cheeks slightly pink. She looked adorable, good enough to eat and he could immediately feel his lower body react to her presence. Damn, she was good. It had been a while since a woman could turn him on that easily.

"Let's get you up to my room, shall we? I think we still need to finish some business, continue where we left off," he smirked, doing that eye-thing of his. He almost couldn't wait to get her out of the beautiful summer dress she was wearing at the moment. It looked amazing on her, hugging her curves in just the right places. Although he was more interested in what was underneath the layers of fabric.

When she nodded, he swore he could feel his heart skip a beat. Dear lord, what the hell was he getting himself into? This girl was without doubt going to be the end of him.


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