CHAPTER SIX
"Mmhmm." Bonnie mumbled, half asleep, trying to turn her head away from the sunlight pouring into the room.
There was the faint sound of footsteps, ruffling and after a few seconds, even water running.
"You awake?" Damon voice came from the kitchen as the water turned off and she squeezed her eyes shut harder.
"No." she replied, her face squished against the pillow.
The footsteps traveled from the kitchen, back into the main room and suddenly there was a shadow blocking the previous sunlight from the curtains.
"Oh, really now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Time is it." Bonnie asked, her voice sleepy, a little hoarse.
Damon finished tying his tie around his neck and then fixed his the dollar of his white dress shirt.
"9am." he replied, and got a rather unhappy sound from her as a response.
"I thought you said we didn't have to leave till 11." Bonnie grumbled.
"Technically, we don't. However, the show is at 11, so, we're going to have to leave in 15 minutes." Damon chuckled, and she huffed.
"We have to leave in 15 minutes and you're just now waking me up?" she asked, and he blinked.
"Would you rather I woke you up an hour ago, when I got up?" he inquired.
Bonnie exhaled loudly.
"Didn't think so... Now, get up." Damon told her, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"No." she resisted, and he pursed his lips.
Walking over to the curtains he pulled them open completely, causing her to be blinded even with her eyes closed and she groaned, pulling the blanket up to her face.
"Now, see that totally takes away the point of opening the curtains." Damon walked back over, this time to the end of the bed and grabbed the blanket.
Bonnie screamed when the blanket was ripped from her body and she was left uncovered, blinded by the sun.
"I am not getting up yet!" she huffed, rolling onto her stomach and shoving her face in the pillow, although now she was kind of annoyed.
"I beg to differ." Damon said slowly, and she felt his hands on her sides.
At first she thought he was going to tickle her, but quickly realized she was mistaken when she was lifted up and tossed over his shoulder.
"What are you-" she gasped, too surprised to make any quick movements.
Damon rushed into the bathroom, set her down in the shower so quickly, she didn't understand what was happening until suddenly the cold water was pouring down onto the top of her head.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, gasping and trying to stand up but the floor was too slippery.
"Oh my god!" Bonnie spat out water and by the time she could stand up, she was soaking wet.
Damon was grinning, standing about a foot from the shower, watching as she looked over at him, hair slick to her face, her eyelashes wet.
"Asshole!" she yelled at him, angry.
Stepping forward she reached one hand out of the shower and grabbed him by the tie.
"Oh no, d-" he started but she had already yanked him forward and into the shower.
Damon stumbled towards the back of the shower, the water pouring on him and he inhaled sharply.
"How do you like it?!" she was still yelling, and pulled the shower hose off the top of the holder and started spraying him directly with it.
"I just put on this suit!" he growled, and she made even more of an effort to soak his clothing.
Bonnie inhaled, taking a step forward and her foot slipped a little, sending her straight into his chest.
"You started it." she coughed, her skin freezing.
After a few seconds, Damon chuckled, and she looked up at him.
"It's not funny." Bonnie insisted.
"I don't know, I think it's kind of funny." he smirked crookedly, and she shook her head.
Getting out of the shower, she walked out to the main room, dripping wet.
"Well, that's my cold shower for the year." she sighed, and Damon followed suit behind her.
"You're awake now though, aren't you?" Damon asked, and she turned her head to look at him, unamused.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm an asshole." he waved and pulled his wet suit jacket off.
Bonnie could see his chest, and abs through the wet white shirt and she bit the inside of her cheek.
"Whatever, lets just get dry clothing on and leave like you said." she cleared her throat and stepped back into the bathroom, leaving a pair of footprints in the carpet.
After drying off, and changing into clothing suitable for class, she tied up her hair and packed up everything that wasn't already in her bag.
When Bonnie walked back into the main room, carrying her bag, along with a plastic bag that had the wet clothes in it, Damon was changed into another suit. His hair was still damp, and he looked over at her.
"You need to drop me off at school." she told him, setting her bag near her others.
"Will do, you'll need to get a ride to my house though, I'm not sure when I'll be back." Damon told her, as he wrapped another tie around his neck.
"Okay." Bonnie sighed, slipping her shoes on.
Honestly, she wished she could just go back to her house, sleep for a few days, go back to the way things were. But, that wasn't possible now, she'd made her choice. It wasn't that Damon was bad, he was actually an interesting guy, but Bonnie had never done well with change.
"You can of course, get things from your home to bring." he reminded her, looking around from his comb.
"Oh, yes. Of course." she nodded, and saw his comb sitting on the dresser.
Walking over she grabbed it and stepped over to him.
"Here, I got it." Bonnie insisted and he raised an eyebrow.
She moved over, standing on the end of the bed so she could reach his head.
"Where is your meeting at?" she asked, as she slowly combed his hair for him, it was kind of mesmerizing. Damon's dark locks going from a tangled curled mess into a smooth silk like curve, with a little curl along his forehead.
"Richmond, it's after the show." he replied, watching her get down from the bed and hand him his comb.
"Thanks." Damon chuckled, blue eyes scanning her face and he tucked the comb in his pocket.
"No problem... So I guess I'll just be there with...?" Bonnie asked, pursing her lips.
"My brother will be there, my mother might be as well, but I'm unsure. My family is in and out of the house, never know when they'll be staying." he walked over to the phone.
"Oh, so it's like, a family house?" she asked, curious.
Damon nodded, "I suppose so. Belongs to the family, it's been in the family forever. My parents have their own home in Georgia, but go back and forth."
Bonnie nodded, watching him grab the phone and call someone up to get their bags.
"What about you?" she asked once he was done.
"What about me what?" Damon asked, buttoning part of his jacket.
Bonnie had almost forgotten how handsome he looked in a suit, how different he looked; his face was cleanly shaven now.
Clean cut and suited versus jeans, v-neck t-shirts, stubble and messy hair. She wasn't sure which she enjoyed the most. Just that, both looks showed different sides of him.
"Do you have another place?" Bonnie asked, tilting her head.
"Oh, I have an apartment in New York, Paris, and London. But, we all do; we have at least two international meetings a year, two international shows a year." he explained, and she smiled.
"Wow, Paris, London. Must be fun."
"You've never been to Paris or London?" Damon asked, looking surprised.
"Well, no. I mean, I could but Whitmore keeps me rather busy." Bonnie furrowed her brow.
He nodded, "Yeah, I get it. My job keeps me from a lot of things too."
Several moments later and a bellhop was wheeling their bags through the hotel and to the front door.
Bonnie had sunglasses she bought in the lobby on, as the sun was brighter than she cared for. Once the bags were in the trunk, she got into the car quicker than Damon could move to try and open her door for her.
"You're excited to leave." Damon said slowly, closing his door and pulling his seat belt on.
"Not at all, just not an early morning person." Bonnie chuckled and pulled the visor down to block the sun out even more.
They pulled out of the parking place and headed through the parking lot, finally they were on the road headed away from the Onyx.
"Oh god." Bonnie suddenly face palmed herself, and inhaled.
Damon raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Caroline is going to kill me, I forgot to call her!" she remembered and pulled her phone out, pressing the button to turn it on for the first time in days.
Bonnie waited for the flashing to stop on her screen, and was bombarded by notifications.
"I'm gonna guess about half of those are my parents." Damon said with a chuckle, turning onto the highway.
"From the looks of it, most of the voice mails are, but the texts are all Caroline." she replied and quickly opened up Caroline's messages."
Bonnie: Sorry about not calling you! I'm otw there, see you soon.
Damon sighed, "I better call my parents." he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone, which was already on out.
Bonnie reached over, snatching the phone from his hand and he gave her a weird look.
"You can't talk on the phone while driving." she said with a look of disapproval.
"What's your code?" she asked after a second, staring at his lock screen, which was a simple all gray backdrop.
Damon rolled his eyes, "1990." he replied and she pursed her lips unlocking his phone.
"Using your birthday as your pass code is stupid." Bonnie insisted as she clicked onto his contacts.
"Oh yeah? What's yours?" Damon asked her, and she bit the inside of her cheek.
"1994." she replied, keeping her eyes glued to his phone.
He looked over at her for split second, grinning crookedly.
"See, Judgey."
"Yeah, yeah." Bonnie rolled her eyes, and clicked onto the contact 'Lily Salvatore' and thought it was a little odd that she wasn't in there as 'mom.'
Lifting the phone to her ear, she looked out of the window as it rang.
"Damon? What is going on? I've been trying to contact you for days." Lily's voice answered, and even Damon could hear it.
Bonnie moved the phone back a little from her ear.
"Lily, this is Bonnie." she started.
"Bonnie? Where's Damon, and why exactly didn't you two go to Italy?" Lily asked, sounding rather displeased.
Bonnie cleared her throat, "Well, your son is beside me, driving; and we didn't go to Italy, because we decided it wasn't where we wanted to go."
"Y-You didn't want to go to Italy? You do understand how much that trip cost?"
"Lily, I apologize for any trouble it caused, but it's kind of over with now so, I don't see any point in getting upset about it." she insisted and Damon's eyebrows rose.
"You two were supposed to go to Italy, that was what was planned, and what you were supposed to d-" the women started and Bonnie pursed her lips.
"Excuse me, but I think being shoved into a marriage, warrants a change in honeymoon plans." Bonnie pulled off her sunglasses.
"I apologized, but if you're still upset about it, that's your issue."
She hung up the phone faster than Lily could reply and set it on the dashboard.
Damon blinked, "Wow."
"What?" Bonnie asked with a sigh, rubbing at her face.
"I can't believe you just talked to my mother that way." he replied, switching lanes.
She looked to the side, and furrowed her brow, thinking she'd over stepped.
"Oh, sorry if I overstepped." Bonnie fumbled with her own phone in her lap.
"No, it was great." Damon chuckled, and she looked at him blankly, confused.
She looked over at him, with narrowed eyes.
"I feel like I'm missing something..."
He moved one of his arm to rest against the door as he coasted down the freeway.
"My parents are very critical of me, yet also care very little for me; while at the same time, I'm half of the family business." Damon explained, tapping his finger tips on the steering wheel.
Bonnie nodded, "That must suck... My dads gone most of the time, but at least I know he cares about me."
"And, is he supportive of you no matter what?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, I think he is. He would've been fine if I didn't marry you." she replied.
"You're a lucky woman. My father would have nothing but agreement on the whole marriage thing." Damon said slowly, and Bonnie tilted her head to the side.
"Really? You didn't have any choice?"
Damon exhaled, "Not really, no."
"Unless of course, I wanted to be stripped of my half of the business, and knowing my family, be forced to take a new last name."
Bonnie shook her head.
"That's crazy, Damon. They couldn't just take away what's yours because you disagree with them."
"It is crazy, but they would do it, trust me." he assured her and she furrowed her brow.
"Okay, all of that aside. Are you saying that, you couldn't make it without your family? I'm really doubtful that, considering you're already well off money wise, and running that family isn't your only skill set." Bonnie insisted, and Damon looked over at her.
"Well, no, it's not my only skill set... It's just, a lot more important than you realize."
She laughed, "No, I get how important it is, I'm not stupid. Getting thrown out of your own family, isn't good publicity. I'm only saying, if it came down to it, you don't need them."
Damon nodded slowly, "I guess."
After several moments of awkward silence, Bonnie felt like she'd made him uncomfortable and turned to look out of the window.
"We're almost to Whitmore." Damon announced quietly.
"Alright." Bonnie cleared her throat and made sure her bag was slung over her forearm.
"Tell Caroline I said, Hello." he asked her and she nodded.
"I will... And, sorry if I upset you or anything." she bit her lower lip as they pulled up to the school.
Damon shook his head, "No, no. The only thing that bothered me was the truth, and that's my own issue."
"I understand." Bonnie took off her belt, and opened the door to get out.
"I'll see you whenever." she said and he smiled a little back at her before she shut the door.
After watching his blue car pull away, she turned around and made her way into the school carrying her bag with her point shoes in it.
The halls were quiet, and honestly she felt like just skipping the whole day, because she knew she was going to get flack from Ms. Bayes.
Pushing the double doors to the class open, she saw the class going exercises and stepped in.
"Bonnie!" Caroline's voice came from one side of the room, and the blond quickly ditched her exercises to greet her feet from the door.
Bonnie chuckled, and watched as Talia, and Danielle turned their heads to look.
"I missed you! I got your text." Caroline wrapped her arms around her tightly.
Bonnie hugged her back, and patted her head, before pulling away.
The Talia, Danielle and another girl, who Bonnie couldn't place also ditched the exercises to walk over to her.
"Hey!" Danielle said excitedly, and she raised an eyebrow, a little confused as Danielle had never talked to her in the whole 3 years they were in the same company.
"Hi." Bonnie replied.
"I can't believe you're married to Damon Salvatore." Talia said in a hushed voice, but was smiling.
Okay, now she understood. Did everyone watch the news or something?
"Oh, yeah." she laughed.
"Why didn't you tell us you were dating him?" Danielle asked, raising her eyebrows.
Bonnie smiled a little, "Oh, well. It was kind of, on the low. Privacy and all." she lied, and her heart was starting to beat faster.
"Ooh, so, how long were you dating? What's he like?" Danielle asked, and she was started to get dizzy trying to figure out answers.
"Danielle, give the woman some space. She just got back from her honeymoon." Caroline pushed Danielle to the side a little.
The woman rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I'll just read about it online." she walked away, looking unhappy.
Bonnie exhaled, "Thanks, Care."
Caroline nodded and Talia patted her shoulder.
"When I got AM, people were asking me a bunch of questions too, you'll get used to it." Talia chuckled, and Bonnie blinked, looking at Caroline as if to accuse her of spilling the beans.
"I didn't say anything!" Care raised a hand.
Talia smiled, "I know the deal, no need to explain."
Damon showed his ID to the guy at the front of the theater where the show he was going to was. He didn't need to pay, being the critic he was, sometimes people offered to give him their seat.
But, he always declined. He preferred sitting further back, rather than right up front. Getting someone's attention wasn't his ploy, he didn't have a ploy actually. Damon was only there to judge the performance, make the company, school, group, whatever happy..or unhappy depending on the performance.
Sitting down in a seat, he crossed one of his legs, and waited for the ballet to start.
He couldn't for the life of him remember what the show was, and he hadn't grabbed a pamphlet on the way in.
The lights darkened, the the music started. He'd heard the song of the first scene a million times by now.
Damon used to like being a critic, going to shows, watching them, but 7 years in and he was growing weary. Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. It was a private woe, something he wanted to get out of, but he knew his father wouldn't approve.
Giuseppe wanted him in line with his plans, his life. It didn't matter what Damon wanted, and honestly, he was starting to wonder if he gave a damn at all.
Running the company, going to meetings, that was a different ballgame. He was alright with running half of the company, after all it was part of his family. Going to a meeting or two a week, sometimes internationally, wasn't all that bad.
If only his father wasn't so stubborn, maybe Damon could run half the business, and do something he actually wanted to do.
He watched the show, doing his best to pay attention but it was more than difficult.
Pulling his phone out, and setting it to the minimum brightness as to not disturb anyone, he looked at the screen. Tapping his thumbs along the screen, he wondered if he should text Bonnie. See how her day was going.
Damon: How's life back at Whitmore?
He blinked, then erased that sentence.
Damon: How's it going?
No.. That was right either.
Damon: How's your day so far?
Sent.
Should it have been that difficult to get to that choice?
He just looked at the screen for several seconds afterwards, before shoving it back in his pocket and attempting to pay attention to the ballet once more.
Bonnie rode in Caroline's car after school, on the way to her house to pack some of her things to bring to the Salvatore's house. That day hadn't been very long, since she arrived around 10. Ms. Bayes hadn't even spoken to her, hardly looked at her and ended the class around 3pm.
"So, you still haven't told me how your time with Damon went." Caroline smiled, looking over at her as they pulled into Bonnie's driveway.
"It was... fine." Bonnie replied, and obviously this wasn't the answer her best friend was looking for.
Caroline unbuckled her seat belt, turned off the car but stayed seated.
"'Fine'? I'm going to need a lot more information than that Bonnie Sheila Salvatore." Caroline said, her eyes serious but her smile was wide.
Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, it just sounds so good! Bonnie Salvatore, Mrs. Bonnie Salvatore." she repeated, pursing her lips.
"Alright, alright..." Bonnie waved and leaned her head against the headrest.
"It was fun, I mean, he's a little confusing and.. intense." she admitted, and Caroline tilted her head.
"Intense? How?" Care asked, turning in her seat.
"Like, deep rooted, family issues, past relationship issues, intense." she explained, and bit the inside of her cheek before continuing.
"And, he's a little... sexually intense."
Caroline practically squealed, "Oh my god, details."
"Nothing, happened. I'm just saying, he has this magnetic air about him." Bonnie narrowing her eyes trying to think.
"Like a Kennedy?" Care asked, and she nodded.
"Yes, exactly like a Kennedy. But, with less scandal... or maybe a lot of scandal." she raised an eyebrow.
Caroline chuckled, "So, no kissing, no touchy touchy what so ever?"
"No, no kissing, no touching... Well, we cuddled, once." Bonnie admitted.
"But, we were hung over, and dead tired after an argument." she added, unbuckling her seat-belt.
"Woah, woah. Hung over, and your first argument as a couple? What the hell did I miss? Have you heard of blogging?" Caroline grabbed her arm, keeping her from getting out of the car, and she laughed.
"Jesus, Care, my life isn't a lifetime movie." Bonnie pulled her arm away, and reached up to pull her hair out of the ponytail.
"It may as well be. I need details, like pent house forum, details." she teased and Bonnie opened the door to get out of the car.
Caroline followed suit, walking with her into the house.
"So, going over what I know so far. He's confusing, has family drama but who doesn't, sex god, and intense." she said as they walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, I never said sex god." Bonnie glared at her as she leaned against the counter, and setting her bag down.
"Fine, you explain." Care motioned as she leaned against the counter beside her.
Bonnie exhaled, "I don't know, Caroline." she moved from the counter and kicked her sneakers off.
"I feel like I'm on jeopardy." she rolled her eyes and grabbed a water from the fridge.
"By the way, thanks for replacing all my pajamas with lingerie. Very mature."
Caroline giggled, "Too bad you didn't get any use out of them."
Bonnie sighed, and walked out of the kitchen, and started up the stairs to her bedroom, with Caroline following behind her.
"Can you stop acting like I was supposed to sleep with him?" she asked, walking in and sitting on her queen sized bed.
Care frowned and sat beside her, "Sorry, I'm just try to make the best out of all of this."
"I know... I know you are. I love you for that, I do. But, I didn't sleep with him, and it wasn't for lack of motivation either, believe me." Bonnie started, running her fingers through her hair.
"We could have slept together, but I chose not go there. I could have even just kissed him, but I chose not to go there."
Caroline nodded, listening seriously.
"I just felt like, I shouldn't. So, I didn't. I'm a grown women, if I can chose to have sex, I can chose not to." Bonnie inhaled as she leaned back, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
"I completely agree, I didn't mean to shame you or anything." Care frowned, lying down beside her and pressing her face to her shoulder.
"You didn't. I just want to avoid feeling like... I'm expected to be with him, just because I'm married to him. Maybe we will end up, caring about each other that way. Maybe we will have sex eventually. But, eventually isn't now." Bonnie pursed her lips.
"I get it, I won't ask about that again unless you bring it up." Caroline promised, and she turned her head to look at her.
"No... I don't want it to be like that. Just, don't expect any 'pent house forum' grade details, at least not tonight." she chuckled.
Care nodded, "Okay.."
Bonnie looked back at the ceiling, and sighed.
"But, since you asked me to explain..." she started and Caroline smiled, anxious.
"Damon is... he's electric. On one hand, he's this clean cut, business man in a suit, who takes
charge. On the other hand he's this, slightly scruffy, flannel pajama pants wearing, guy who sucks at bowling, who's silly..." she said slowly, her eyes flickering along the memories in her head.
"Over all, he's.. this, tall as hell, deviously handsome, sarcastic man who..." she took a breath,
"...is driving me crazy, Caroline."
Caroline just looked at her grinning.
"What?" Bonnie asked as she looked over at her.
"You two are perfect for each other." she replied, and Bonnie lifted a hand to hit her in the arm.
"Shut up." she rolled her eyes.
"I'm not even kidding." Caroline shook her head and placed her arms above her head.
Bonnie sighed, "We should probably start getting my things packed."
She sat up from the bed and grabbed one of the lidded tubs sitting near her dresser.
Caroline got up too and started helping her
Bonnie packed her clothes in the bin, and then got another, packing her books and DVDs.
"What's he smell like?" Care asked rather randomly and Bonnie flushed pink.
"Caroline!" she laughed, and threw a stuffed animal at her.
Richmond, Virginia.
Damon had been sitting in this damned meeting for nearly an hour now, and he knew that he would be there another few hours. If he was lucky.
He knew it was important though, this meeting was about the budget for several of their schools in California and London. As well as deciding on if they were going to make the international trip to London, since they hadn't checked out the headquarters there personally for nearly two years.
"I see no harm in going to London for a few days." an adviser to the left of the table spoke, primarily to Giuseppe.
There were 8 other people at the table, 3 Deans, 2 advisers, and 3 general management of the main head quarters in Richmond.
"Question lies, is are you going, Sir, or is Damon?"
Damon tapped his pen along the table and leaned back in his chair a bit.
"London wants the meeting within the next two weeks, Giuseppe is busy for the next three."
"Guess that leaves you, Damon." Giuseppe said casually, taking a drink out of his coffee mug.
"I suppose I can't take Bonnie with me, can I?" Damon asked, knowing the answer but asking anyway.
"Absolutely not. You were supposed to meet Romano in Italy. That already got screwed up, I'm not going to risk you getting distracted again." Giuseppe said sternly.
"Who knows, you might ditch London for Disney World." he spoke to Damon like a child, as if he couldn't make his own mature choices.
Damon didn't reply though, honestly, this seemed warranted.
He was been supposed to meet with Romano, during the honeymoon in Italy. Bonnie didn't know this of course, so it was Damon fault having missed it.
"Have the jet set up for the 14th." Damon told one of the advisers.
"Got it... What date for the flight back?" she asked.
"How many do I have to meet with?" he asked, scribbling the date in his agenda.
"Two schools, along with the headquarters. Three meetings over all, one per day."
Damon sighed, "Okay, so three days. The flight is a little over 8 hours."
"I'll be leaving in the afternoon, make sure the jet is ready at 3pm, I should be there by 11pm, technically 4am there. First meeting Sunday 2pm, with headquarters, Second on Monday at noon, Third on Tuesday at 2pm, have the jet ready by 6pm, the last school meeting shouldn't take long." he told her and she nodded, getting everything down.
Damon wrote this down in his agenda and sighed, setting his pen down.
"Alright, now, about the merger?" the adviser turned towards his father.
He tapped on the table, tuning out from the conversation going on around him and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
Bonnie: It's going okay, how is your day going?
Damon's blinked, not realizing she had replied to him earlier, then again his phone was on silent.
Damon: It's a day, I suppose. Have you made it to my house yet?
He typed back slowly, phone near his lap before pressing send and turning his head back towards the conversation so it didn't look like he wasn't paying attention.
Damon looked back at the phone a few minutes later.
Bonnie: Yup, I've been here for about twenty minutes now.
Bonnie: I told your staff I could take my boxes up myself, but they disagreed I guess.
Bonnie: Btw, it's going to take me a minute to get used to having staff.
His lips turned up at the corners, and he typed back.
Damon: They're paid well, trust me.
He looked up quickly to check and see if anyone had noticed he was texting. No one had, so he looked back down.
Bonnie: I don't doubt that, haha. Is your meeting going okay?
Damon: I suppose so. Is everything going okay for you?
"Damon... Is this meeting not important to you?" Giuseppe asked from across the table.
He blinked and shoved is phone back into his pocket, looking up to see everyone's eyes on him.
"Of course, yes it is. Go on, the merger, we've decided to talk with London about it?" he asked, thankful for his multitasking ability.
His father sighed, "Just, pay attention."
Damon nodded, and his hand went back in his pocket, fingers tapping along his phone.
Bonnie was wandering around the large estate as the staff finished getting all her things upstairs.
The house was huge, with more rooms than she knew what to do with, a ballroom, a kitchen three times the size as a normal kitchen, a living room, parlor, and god knows what else.
She was walking around the hallway, running her fingers along the painted wall, the rims of paintings.
Her phone vibrated again after a moment and she pulled it out.
Damon: I suppose so. Is everything going okay for you?
She typed back.
Bonnie: Good so far. What exactly does suppose to mean?
Bonnie wondered why Damon kept avoiding telling her whether his day was good, or bad. He just kept, "guessing" or "supposing" as if she was supposed to read his mind.
"Bonnie, there you are." Lily's voice came from the end of the hallway.
"Oh, Lily." she said slowly, turning around, suddenly caring a lot more about the words she'd said that morning.
"I just got home, I heard all your things are upstairs now?" Lily asked, walking over to her.
The woman looked a lot like Damon in the eyes, and she was taller than Bonnie was well.
She stepped over, wearing a knee length crème colored dress, black heels, pearls and her red hair straight beside her face.
"Yes, the staff was very helpful with that." Bonnie replied, shoving her hands in the pockets of the jeans she was now wearing.
"I see..." Lily said slowly.
Bonnie nodded, "Uh, about the conversation we had this morning... I apologize if I offended you."
"It was kind of distasteful." Lily replied, and Bonnie thought it was kind of rude, that she didn't just say it was okay, or even agree that she had been out of place, rather than Bonnie. But, she wasn't about to start anything, not when she hadn't even be living there a whole day.
"However, what was done was done." she continued.
Bonnie stood there, feeling kind of awkward around the woman.
"You must be something of a temptress to convince Damon not to go to Italy." Lily insisted, and Bonnie's eyes widened.
"Excuse me?" she cleared her throat, and furrowed her brow.
"I don't mean to, cause offense. Damon just, has a taste for women. I know he wouldn't just skip out,
for nothing."
Bonnie was unsure of how to reply, her words were a mess in her head, yet her mouth opened anyway.
"You did cause offense, however."
Lily blinked, "Well, did you not consummate? I'd think 3 days alone in a hotel room would be cause for some sort of something."
"We didn't have sex if that's what you're implying, Mrs. Salvatore. And, I'd be more comfortable, if you'd take several steps back on that topic." Bonnie said slowly, watching the woman smile a little and then shrug.
"You're married to my son, we'll just have to find a way to get along. Believe me, I really do want to like you, you seem like a sweet girl."
A few seconds later someone called Lily away and Bonnie inhaled, putting her hand on her forehead.
"And she seemed so nice at the wedding." she mumbled to herself, shaking her head.
"I mean, who the hell asks if someone consummated? No we didn't consummate, none of your business anyway." Bonnie grumbled, making her way back down the hallway.
Making her way up the spiral staircase, she found her way into Damon's bedroom, which was large, mostly dark wood painted colors, a blue covered bed, and her bins and boxes scattered about.
Shutting the door so she could have some privacy, she turned the dimmer light switch up about half way and kicked off her sneakers, sitting on his king size bed.
"Nice room." she whispered, pulling her phone from her pocket, but not seeing a response from Damon yet.
Standing up from the bed, she went to look around his room. Although, she knew she probably shouldn't snoop around. This man was her husband now, she kind of... had a right to snoop around.
He had a tall bookcase along one wall, half with books, half with movies and CD's. Bonnie ran her fingers along the book case, and over to his desk.
There was a knock on the door, and she let go of the drawer handle she was about to pull.
"Come in." she said slowly.
"Mrs. Bonnie. Your wanted for dinner downstairs." one of the staff, Julia said with a smile.
"Oh, thank you for telling me." Bonnie smiled and turned to walk out of the bedroom, following her.
Once she got downstairs, she was led to the smaller, family dining room where Stefan and Lily were sitting.
"Bonnie, glad to see you haven't ran away." Stefan teased, and she smiled back at him, sitting down in the chair furthest from Lily. Totally not purposefully.
"Well, it's still early." she replied, and received a chuckle in response.
The food was brought out to them, and Bonnie felt strange, being served in what was now her own home, but the Salvatore's lived differently than her. It wasn't a bad thing, just different.
It was kind of just now hitting her, she was about four times richer than she was before she married Damon.
"So, why don't you go to meetings, Stefan?" Bonnie asked as she ate.
"I'm not a head of the company, at least not yet. So, my presence there isn't needed." Stefan replied, but he didn't seem to mind not being a big part of the business.
"Technically, I take my dads place when he dies, or retires, whichever comes first... Or Damon, if he somehow ruins his place as co-owner." he continued, and she nodded, trying to avoid looking at Lily who was clearly staring at her.
Bonnie continued eating and was almost done with her food by the time Lily spoke up.
"You know, Damon can't just drop meetings to do whatever you'd like." she said slowly, and Bonnie blinked, unsure of where this was coming from.
"Oh, I don't expect him to do that, I assure you." she replied taking a drink of water, deciding not to have any wine. The last thing she needed was to over do it, and with Lily around, she felt like she would probably.
"Hmm." Lily mumbled, focusing back on her food.
Bonnie suddenly got the impression that Damon's family, or parents anyway, were a lot more controlling than she realized.
It made her kind of sad, but one thing she knew, was she did want them to like her. The last thing she wanted was her new family hating her or something. She'd bite her tongue when she could, and just nod, be nice. Do whatever she needed to do, for them to like her. Because, that was the point of this.
Marrying into a new family.
What was the point if they didn't get along? To be miserable?
Bonnie was not about that, she wanted a semi-good relationship with the Salvatore's at least.
Dinner lasted a rather long hour, with occasional talking, then dessert.
Finally Bonnie just wanted to get back upstairs where she could actually think.
"Excuse me, I'm going to go up to bed." Bonnie said slowly, standing up from the table.
"It's a little early, but you're excused." Lily said quietly.
Bonnie noticed her looking over at the chair, she assumed Giuseppe would've been sitting in.
She turned and started away from the table, going upstairs.
Once she was upstairs she pulled off her clothes, putting a pair of her very much missed pajamas on, and crawled over onto the bed.
Her phone was lit up when she looked over at it, and she grabbed it, seeing Damon had replied.
Damon: I'll be honest, it's been rather boring.
She nodded, and pursed her lips.
Bonnie: Sorry about that. I just got done with dinner.
She got up and shut the door she'd forgotten to shut and turned the light a little dimmer in case she fell asleep.
Bonnie moved back over, sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard as she looked at her phone once more.
Damon: Hope my mother didn't scare you.
She smiled a little.
Bonnie: It wasn't that bad.
Suddenly, her phone started ringing, and it was Caroline.
"Hello?" she answered, moving to lay down on her back.
"Hey, I just wanted to see how the house is, how the fam is." Care said from the other end.
Bonnie chuckled, "It's alright, the house is fantastic.'
"And, the family?" she asked.
"Well, that's another thing, I really don't want to talk about."
"Alright, has Damon gotten home yet?" Caroline asked, and Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"All you care about is my interaction with Damon." she accused.
"Well, yeah. If I'm honest." Care chuckled.
Bonnie smiled, "No, he's not home yet. I'm in bed though, I'll probably be asleep by the time he gets home."
"Ohh, you're in bed. Your guy's bed, yours and Damon bed, Damon and yours bed..." Caroline started to tease her.
"Oh hush. Yes, it's technically, our bed." she replied.
It was silent for a few minutes.
"You know, I never ever, thought you'd be married right now." Caroline said slowly.
"Neither did I. Arranged marriages are common, but I never saw it for myself," Bonnie admitted, and rested one of her arms above her head.
"Why do you think they're normal? Besides the, publicity, and money?" Care asked.
Bonnie blinked, trying to think about this.
"I don't know, not really. I mean, I guess over the years, people decided marrying into families, combining famous families, in order to place yourself higher, get more attention, was just a good idea. And, I think it's difficult to find someone who loves you, so, if you're going to end up with someone, why not someone who aids your wealth?" she replied, pursing her lips.
"Yeah, makes sense... In a weird, rich people way."
"Thanks, Care." Bonnie laughed.
"You know, I didn't mean that you're weird." Caroline replied.
Bonnie nodded to herself, "This situation is weird though, I feel kind of over whelmed."
"Why don't you write it all down?" she asked.
"I'm not starting a blog, Caroline!" Bonnie sighed.
"No, I mean like, just a journal. I know you've always turned that idea down, but what better time than now?"
"Hmm, maybe. I mean, I could give it a shot." she replied, moving her toes along the blanket near her feet.
It was late when Damon got home, the whole house was quiet, his dad hadn't come home along with him, but he wasn't about to get involved in whatever was going on with his father.
He didn't bother turning on any lights, just headed up the stairs through the darkness, making his way to his bedroom.
Once he got to the door, he opened it to see the light off, and the moonlight was shining through the curtains lighting up the room just enough for him to see.
Damon shut the door behind him, pulling off his suit jacket, taking off his shoes.
Walking over, he saw the figure of Bonnie lying on the bed, facing away from him, wrapped in the dark blanket.
"You awake?" he whispered, and after several moments received no answer, so he assumed it was safe for him to get undressed and put his pajamas on.
Damon stepped over to his closet and started to get undressed.
Bonnie had been mostly asleep, although she didn't hear him say anything, a few moments later, she heard his ruffling.
Slowly, she rolled over, eyes still closed and nuzzled her face in the pillow.
But, after a moment, she fluttered her eyes open and saw Damon standing there, back towards her, with his pajama pants on, but still had his dress shirt on.
Damon turned around towards the bed, and she closed her eyes a little bit, but not all the way.
Bonnie watched as she unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and grabbed a t-shirt. Her tired eyes, ran over his chest and she swallowed.
She'd already admitted to Caroline that Damon was attractive, and it was an obvious trait of his, so what was the harm in looking at the man?
Damon pulled on the t-shirt and his socks, before walking over and quietly crawling into bed underneath the covers, not wanting to wake her up.
However, he noticed she was turned the other way, where he had been getting dressed.
Bonnie exhaled sleepily and rolled back over, uncomfortable sleeping on that side.
Her eyes were closed now, and Damon just looked at her face through the darkness.
"Bonnie?" he said softly.
Bonnie attempted to pretend to be asleep.
"I know you're awake."
She couldn't help but smile and her eyelids fluttered open again.
"Hey." she replied, wondering what time it was.
"You just get home?" Bonnie asked.
"Yeah, it's midnight." Damon replied, and she blinked.
"Wow, long meeting huh?" she asked, scooting a little closer.
"And drive home." he sighed, looking tired and frustrated.
Bonnie pursed her lips, "Do you have a meeting tomorrow?"
"No, thankfully." he replied, rolling over onto his side.
"That's good." she said quietly, and yawned, closing her eyes again.
After a second or to, right when she was about to fall asleep again, Damon asked...
"Were you watching me get dressed?"
"Nope." Bonnie lied.
"Are you staring at me?" she asked, feeling his eyes on her face.
"Not at all." Damon lied too, and she laughed.
"Liar." she accused, and he shook a little with a chuckle.
"You're a liar." he said with a tired smile.
Bonnie reached out, to tiredly pat his face once and then inhaled, ready to fall asleep again.
Damon closed his eyes, then reached over, and put a hand on Bonnie's side.
He pulled her closer, until he could wrap his arm around her, then laid his forehead against her shoulder, and she let him.