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After Marcel shared a piece of truth, Klaus wondered what had happened between Bill and Caroline that made her to dump him and walk away.
Was it because of Bill's madness? Or was it because Caroline had wanted emotional bonding from her lunatic father?
He sighed, gave up after thinking for almost five good minutes. She was not his concern, but his daughter and his business.
Looking down at the man under his foot, Klaus huffed. Why he was not dead? Silently he asked glaring at one of his henchmen. The boss wasn't in a mood to deal with people today and so, he abandoned the torture after kicking the man right in gut, heard him yelp.
Marcel was standing in one of the rooms, smoking and fiddling with his mobile by the time Klaus entered.
"Caroline doesn't want to work with us."
Klaus glanced in his direction, his forehead crumpled a little.
"I told her about the advance liquid cash, but she denied. She said you know the exact reason." Confusion was evident in the dark-skinned man's eyes; He was searching for answers.
An exhausted, already irritated Klaus wasn't ready to hear this.
"That woman better stop being pain in my arse." He grumbled, fixing his drink.
Marcel huffed out a smile. "Or you can bring her to your way." His suggestion was easy, but when it came to action—Klaus knew Caroline would love to torture him at any point of time so—it couldn't be easy.
"You forgot what you taught me, Klaus?" He smiled slyly. "To bring someone round, we need to go to their way first." And then he gave curt nod at his mentor before leaving the room.
Klaus gazed at the path Marcel left for a moment before smirked.
That night a hall full of people hadn't thrilled Caroline much. Lately she wasn't feeling interactive. Except for Hope, barely had she spoken to others in the mansion for the last few days. And the reason…
She didn't know any particular reason.
Yeah.
Elijah threw a party this night because he had received title in his business. Good for him.
Caroline was at the drinks, having a glass of scotch, while being glad that she got rid of the kid for a night. Children were in another room, enjoying some program arranged specially for them.
She was not totally free to drink though.
Rolling her eyes to the familiar face next to her, she grumbled. "Life with Elijah had always been full of rules and regulations?"
Katherine groaned back. "Don't get me started."
The blonde chuckled softly. "Since when you're working for him?"
"Two years." Katherine ordered a glass of wine. "Two fucking years ruined me so bad that I am having wine when I had chance to drink bourbon. Fuck my life."
"Ooh, someone's having pretty bad mouth." Caroline laughed, asking for last glass of scotch. "And I thought you enjoyed working for him."
Katherine shrugged, watching her boss. "Well, I have my reasons." A heartbeat later she added. "He is perfect."
Caroline raised brows while passing a comment. "Now I understood why you are still around."
The brunette snorted. "He barely paid attention to me. It won't work."
"Make it work then." Caroline patted on her shoulder, earned a pointed look before she placed empty glass on the table. "My bed is waiting, so excuse me."
"Party's not over." The brown eye beauty reminded.
Caroline wanted to laugh, for Katherine called this boring event as a party. Then she spotted Elijah walking through the crowd.
"Good evening, ladies." He murmured, looking between both.
"Hello, Elijah." Caroline greeted, standing on her feet. "Wonderful party."
"Thank you." He stared at his assistant for a moment. Katherine stiffened a smile, as silence enveloped them.
"Don't mind me, Elijah, but I need some rest." Caroline cut in. He nodded understandingly and the blonde shot a teasing look at Katherine. "You guys have fun."
After taking a couple steps away from the pair, Caroline might have heard Elijah's compliment for his assistant. The blonde smirked walking to Elijah's guest house.
Light music was beginning to fade in the background, as she reached the porch of her residence. The night gave enough chills to her frame so that she wanted to change into pyjamas and sleep under warm duvet peacefully. Scotch began to make her frenzy, but still she was in her conscious.
Caroline undid her zipper of her cream colored dress, pulled it down before kicking it away. She was going through her cupboard, when she felt someone's presence in the place. They opened her bedroom door, making her heart pound against chest. Reaching for one of the drawers, she took revolver out and twirled on her heel pointing at—
An astonished Klaus looked between her hand and her face, while a ghost of smile played on his lips. Caroline exhaled loudly, retrieving hand. Slowly he lowered gaze to her body and that smile disappeared.
"Impressed." Klaus commented shrewdly.
"Your appearance at the party could have enlightened someone. Maybe your brother?" She scoffed, going for her night wear.
Klaus took a moment to respond. Obviously he was distracted. "Which is absolutely not required right now." He didn't seem irritated and that was surprise.
"How did you get inside?" Caroline lifted a brow, glaring at his expressionless face. Whom she was questioning? A criminal. Fuck it, even she had learned a handful tactics to invade. "Actually you don't have to answer for that. Go and have a look at your daughter who's been guarded 24x7 and get in trouble."
"Actually I came here for you."
"For me?"
Caroline could have sworn his flickering self. His eyes were raw when he replied. "Marcel told me you're breaking our deal."
She raised her index finger. "Excuse you, it is not breaking. Broke." Smirking coolly, she said. "I broke it with zero regret."
Klaus twisted his mouth while nodding. "Too bad, you quit by the time your first instalment is ready."
Holding her shirt, she groaned loudly. "Number one: Don't bluff me, Klaus. And two: I'm not interested to involve with someone who has never heard of word called safety."
"One: I am not bluffing, love." He purred, mischief twinkled in his eyes when he leaned in closer, barely giving an inch or two of distance between them. "Two: I thought you are brave little thing."
His cologne was mild and…tempting her. Caroline had to remember that she decided not to co-operate with him. At any cost.
Fuck her thought, she contradicted with self, she wanted this man. So much.
He added in a whisper. "Should I have to change my mind?"
Caroline got hold of her, yeah, when she answered. "I don't care."
He cocked a brow, asked. "You don't?" Reaching for her shirt, he inspected taking it in between his fingers. She began feeling that familiar coil in her belly. Taking another step closer, he bent next to her ear and breathed. "Safety is for kids, Caroline and danger is for adults."
She was surprised to hear that comparison—kids and adults.
Pulling back he asked, that signature smirk graced his features. "What are you?"
She knew answer for that.
"If you're still hesitating, I have better way to convince you." He said merrily. Caroline was quiet to hear him out. "Which is taking you as my captive until you give in."
Even though she laughed at his idea, she wondered if he was truly capable of it—getting her to submit. "And what you'll get from that?"
Klaus wiggled his brows simultaneously. "Fun."
And here Caroline was misinformed about this man as vicious and grumpy. If he was suggesting what she was thinking, then Caroline didn't mind being taken away.
For the next few seconds, she barely controlled things that happened involving them: Her lips finding his jaw, his arms curling around her hips and the shudder he gave as a response when she went for his neck.
Had Caroline ever been this eager to get hands on a man before?
That question was left to float somewhere in the air when his thumb gave perfect stroke at her belly and the other hand was making sensual patterns on her back. Barely had he touched her and her core was dripping wet.
Perfect.
Her throat was dry by the time she found her voice. "What is it you want, Klaus?"
Slowly she understood that she wasn't the only one to get affected. Though Klaus kept his eyes open, he wasn't looking at her. "I want to persuade you."
At first, Caroline was confused and she recollected every single word he had spoken before now. Her brows furrowed, when she stepped away from him and asked. "To do what?"
His stormy blues were blank, as if he didn't regret anything—
Then she realized how foolishly she imagined his desire for her. "Of course." She mumbled.
What was that emotion? Hurt? Caroline wasn't supposed to feel that because her entire life she had been with people like him—selfish, cold-hearted and reckless.
"She was a baby when she was taken away from me, Caroline." He murmured, his gaze was on the floor, shaking head and almost seemed tired. By the time he locked stare with her, he got hold of his instability. "And I was left to rot in jail for six fucking years, let me to wonder what was truly happening in the real world." He paused while taking her shirt on the ground. Passing it to her, he stated. "Only you can get her to me. Rest of the people in her closer circle are loyal to Elijah."
She looked between his hand and face. "I want to see my daughter, Caroline."
The way he said those words—
Caroline would have appreciated Klaus' concern to his daughter, but he was about to use the blonde as a pawn. Taking her shirt, she contemplated and fixed onto something.
"Transfer my first instalment and meet your daughter." She said in an emotionless tone, after wearing her shirt.
Though he was surprised, he didn't show off too much. "When?"
"I'll contact Marcel." She reached for her shorts, not meeting his gaze for a moment. Silence filled in while Caroline jiggled her way into dress and eyed him questioningly. "Anything else?" Klaus parted his lips, appeared he wished to speak out, but he could not. And Caroline would give two flying fucks. Or so she believed.
When he shook head as no, observing her, she pointed at door. "Then you know the way out."
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