Hi guys!

I'm back, FINALLY.

I just want to say that I'm so,so,sooooo sorry for being such a bitch and letting you wait so long for this chapter! A lot has been going on in my life lately and I just didn't have time to work on the story. But now I'm back, my muse is back and we'll be kicking asses!

I just hope that you didn't give up on me and that you can forgive me. I promise that I won't keep you waiting so long anymore! Please don't hate me *puppy eyes*

Here it is, the fourth chapter. I hope you'll like it and, please, review!

As the door opened, Caroline froze. What is she going to say to him? How is she going to act? She had no idea how to survive this date.

When Klaus came out, she held her breath. He stood in front of her, a sassy smirk on his face. He wore plain white shirt and dark grey suit which fit like it's made just for him.

"Hello, Caroline," he gently took her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Hi," she mumbled, hoping that he couldn't tell that her voice was shaking.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm. She took it and smiled at him. Caroline's heart was pounding like crazy when she felt the touch of his warm skin on her hand. She stepped forward to enter the limo and suddenly, she lost balance and started falling. Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for hitting the ground, but instead, she hit something else. She felt a pair of strong arms beneath her, holding her tight.

Caroline opened her eyes and looked up. Klaus was looking down on her with a smile that pointed out his dimples.

"Congratulations," she grinned, trying to cover her shame, "you just swept me off my feet."

"You look stunning, I must say," Klaus looked up, bringing a fork to his mouth.

"Thanks," Caroline sighed and took a large sip of her wine. "I'm glad that I at least look decent, since nothing else seems to be in my favor," her look dropped.

"What," Klaus looked confused, "are you talking about?"

Caroline put her fork down and looked at him. "Well, whatever I do, I only seem to embarrass myself whenever you're around. And you, on the other hand… You handle everything perfectly. I mean, just look at this," she waved her hand. "You pick me up with a freaking limo, choose the perfect restaurant, which is probably incredibly expensive, you're so charming and nice and everything… And what do I do? I can't even walk properly. It sucks," there was frustration all over her face.

Klaus didn't say anything, he just started laughing.

"Oh, you think that's funny?"

He nodded, still laughing.

Caroline shot him a mean glare, trying to stay serious, but she couldn't. She burst out laughing, shaking her head.

"Oh, Caroline," Klaus said, still laughing. "I don't need you to be perfect. I like you exactly the way you are. Even if that means that you're clumsy and paranoid and…"

"Hey! Stop right there!" she pointed a fork at him, smirking. He put his hands up, like he's giving up.

"Okay, okay. I just wanted to say that you don't have to try so hard to impress me because that's already done. I was impressed by you the moment I saw you."

She smiled, blushing. "Nice save."

He smirked, not taking his eyes off of her as he brought his glass to his mouth.

Elena took a sip of coffee, staring at her laptop. It was her third cup today and it wasn't even noon yet. She had a rough weekend and was still recovering from it. She went out with Matt for the first time in weeks and she got so wasted that he had to carry her home. All she remembers is going into a club and waking up in her bed in the morning. Elena's not used to party like that. She usually spends her weekends with her face buried in stack of papers. Her usual Saturday night consists of hanging out with a bunch of cases that need to be solved. But this time, she had reasons to celebrate and she loosed up a bit. And it didn't end well. She spent whole Sunday in bed, having the worst headache ever. Monday came too soon and she had to go back to her office.

Elena was so focused on her work that she almost didn't hear someone knocking on the door.

"Come in!" she yelled, having no idea who might it be.

As the door opened, she saw a tall, dark figure entering the office. And then she remembered. She had a meeting with Damon Salvatore today. A real meeting, without her spilling his drink, throwing up or falling off her feet.

"Mr. Salvatore. Hello," she stood up.

"I already told you, call me Damon," he smirked, walking casually toward her desk. This time he wore dark blue jeans and black button-up shirt. He shook her hand and sat down, leaning back in his chair.

"Can I offer you a drink?"

"Sure, but I don't think you have what I usually drink so I'll just have a glass of water, please."

Elena picked her phone up. "Megan, could you please bring us two glasses of bourbon? Thank you." When she was finished, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back casually.

Damon was watching her with an amused expression. He leaned forward, staring in her eyes.

When he opened his mouth to say something, Megan came in carrying their drinks.

"To our cooperation!" he said, raising his glass, still piercing her with his eyes.

"So, you've already told me about your wife… Uhm, what is her name again?" she said after putting her glass down.

"Katherine. Katherine Pierce."

"Right, I'm sorry. So, miss Pierce wants half of your property, am I right?"

"Yes, that's true. I actually think that she wants more than half of it," he wiggled in his chair with a frown on his face. "You see, before we got married, we signed a prenup in which stands that, in the case of divorce, we split everything in half. I realize now that I was incredibly dumb for signing that, but her parents made me do that. I guess I loved her too much to deny it back then. Besides, I thought we'll never divorce each other. But things have changed." Elena saw a flicker of pain on his face as he was telling the story.

"Mr. Salva… Damon. You do realize that if you'd signed a prenup, you have to stick with it…"

"Yes, I do. But..." his voice pitched. "Katherine broke our deal. She was cheating on me. And in our contract stands that if one cheats on their partner, one loses all the rights on their partner's property. That way, Katherine would be left with almost nothing because she was broke before we got married. It's not like she doesn't deserve it."

"Well, that changes everything," Elena said, pleased with what she just heard.

"Actually, it doesn't," Damon interrupted, puckering his lips. "I have no proof that she was cheating on me. But I just know it. And I know that I probably sound like a crazy person right now, but I'm telling you the truth. I know my wife better than anyone. And I've noticed when she started acting different. I know that she was unfaithful, I'm sure of it. I'm going to find a proof and take Katherine down."

Elena watched him with a surprised expression. He was right, he did sound like a crazy person. But there was something in him that made Elena believe that he is telling the truth. He had that look of a hurt man.

"And I'm going to help you take her down," she heard herself talking before even thinking about it. She had no idea how she's going to make the court believe that Katherine broke the deal without any proof.

Damon smiled. "You sound very confident. I like it. But I'm going to ask you one more time. Are you sure of this? Are you sure you can help me?"

Elena gulped, staring at his serious face. She stayed silent for a couple of moments. "Yes. I am sure," she finally said, fierceness burning in her eyes.

"Wow, I can see why your father recommended you. You really are determined when it comes to solving the case. I like that. I am really happy that you are my lawyer, Elena."

"Not as much as I am, Damon."

"Well, I should get going. I have a lot of work to do and I'm sure you do, too," he slowly got up from his chair. "I'll e-mail you everything you need and I hope to see you soon," he said politely and friendly.

Maybe he's not such a jerk after all, Elena thought, smiling at him.

"Thank you for the drink," he said, turning around to leave. He stopped by the door. "Actually, no. You did owe me. Since you know, you kind of spilled one all over me," he said with victory written all over his face.

Oh, no, he did not.

Elena opened her mouth to say something in return, but by the time she thought of appropriate reply, he was already gone.

"Sassy bastard," she mumbled angrily when he was out of her sight. She was glad that he left because, if he stayed for another second, she would probably throw a sharp object at him.

Caroline was just finishing her lunch when she saw her assistant Jesse carrying an enormous bouquet of red roses.

"Caroline!" she heard his voice behind all the flowers. "This just came for you!" he handed it to her.

"Seriously?" she picked it up. "Who sent these?"

Jesse shrugged, looking confused. "I figured you would know."

When Caroline pulled the note out and opened it, she thought she might faint. There was a beautiful drawing of her on a small piece of paper. On the other side of the paper, there was a note: Exactly the way you are. Truly and utterly beautiful.

The note wasn't signed, but Caroline knew very well who sent it. She thought she probably looked like an idiot, standing there, in the middle of the hallway, grinning like crazy, but she didn't care. She's always dreamed of grand romantic gestures that are seen only in movies. She wished someone would do that for her some day since she was a little girl, but she lost hope ages ago. This was a proof that romantic men who care still exist.

"Care! Oh my God, are those from Klaus?!" she heard her best friend squeaking somewhere behind her.

She couldn't say a word so she just nodded excitedly.

"Wow! I guess that means that date went well," Elena was now standing in front of her, smiling.

"It was awesome!" Caroline exclaimed, burying her face in the roses, absorbing the scent.

"Oooh, that means there was some action," Elena wiggled her eyebrows, teasing Caroline.

"Elena Gilbert! No! Klaus is a real gentleman, I couldn't just get into bed with him after our first date," she was blushing like crazy.

"That doesn't mean you don't want to…" a naughty smile played on Elena's lips. Caroline clapped her shoulder, giving her a meaningful glare.
"I want to take it slow with him, okay? Because I really think he's worth it. Stop teasing me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Soo… When are you seeing him again?"

When Elena came home, all she wanted to do was to crawl into her bed and sleep for days. Just when she took a shower and put on her pajama, she heard a doorbell. For a moment, she actually considered not answering it and pretending she's not home.

"Elena? You home?" when she heard Jenna's voice, she opened the door instantly.

"Jenna! Hi! What are you doing here?"

"Bearing some good news. And pizza." Jenna walked in the apartment, putting the pizza box on the table.

"Oh, thank God, I'm starving!" Elena opened the box and reached for a slice. "Oh, right! The good news. Tell me!" she said, mouthful of pizza.

Jenna laughed and took a slice herself.

"I got a job!"

"Really? Jenna, that's great. Where?!"

"S&S company."

Elena almost choked on her food. "You've got to be kidding me," she whispered, rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing, Jenna, I'm very happy for you," she was telling the truth. But this was just ridiculous.

Did Damon make his life goal to mess with her mind or what?

AAAND THE END!

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