Chapter 7: An Open Door
Caroline Mikaelson was having a pleasant Sunday until a wave of guilt hit her. She was potentially going to hire a man who was a self-proclaimed womanizer. She kept the incoming interview to herself until she was in bed lying beside her husband. They all went to the movies during the day and gorged on popcorn, candy, and sugary fountain drinks. Klaus obviously chose his marriage over his job, so he made a verbal promise to tell his boss first thing Monday morning.
As the blonde was lotioning her legs in her white sexy little white slip. Her husband took on the task for the third day of putting their little girl to sleep. He wanted nothing more than to devour Caroline whole once his back sunk into the mattress. Klaus closed the door and smiled at the sight of the woman in his bed - the only one he wanted there. He crept beside her, whispering but nothing of hot air in her ear and began nuzzling her ear. Not that she didn't enjoy the attention, her overthinking outweighed her need for coitus.
"I have an interview tomorrow," she mumbled, her eyes closed lost in his kisses.
"Fine," Klaus said promptly, "let's get straight to it, we don't need you waking up a minute after eight."
She squealed at how in an instant he had her on her back and started giving her open-mouthed kisses on her bosom. Still, she would never want to lie to him so she says it even if it will undoubtedly ruin the moment.
"Yeah, but it's with...ah," She bites her lip and continues, "With Enzo."
All the wet kisses and groping come to a halt at the sound of another man's name. She immediately curls her legs up to her faces, burying her eyes and nose into her knees. She can't look at Klaus because she knows his face will make her feel even more shitty. "Wow," is what he says. He shuffled on the end of the bed straightening himself out.
"You just keep entertaining him."
Caroline bunches up her fist and opens them, and repeats it, and opens her eyes.
"Klaus, it's just an interview, he's not getting the job, okay? He just wants to mess with me."
"Is this some sick turn-on for you, telling me about him before we start our lovemaking? Because I'm ready for Kutcher to come out with cameras in my bloody face! You know what? Do the damn the interview, hire him for all I care but I'm leaving."
Caroline started to call out his name and she did - over and over again but it failed. She knew his words were final when she heard the front door slam shut. Nervously the blonde ran her fingers through her hair, rocking herself slightly to obtain some modicum of peace. it all ended when her daughter started cooing like a newborn. Caroline jumped at the first cry she heard and picked Henrietta up, placating her. The toddler couldn't possibly know that her parents had been fighting and it was all her mother's fault.
Klaus drove around the block 7 times. The first 4 times were how long he and Caroline were married and the 3 was the age of their daughter. The reason he didn't go too far is that he loved them with his entire being. The Brit promised to never let his temper get the best of him because they were the best thing to ever happen to him and losing them meant life ad no purpose. In a way, he felt betrayed by his wife, she kept this from him for 48 hours. The guilt on her face was an image that wouldn't escape him and he drove around in circles.
He went to a nearby McDonald's to buy a large iced tea, he could have better at home though. Now, he was officially a few miles away from home, worrying the living daylights out of his dear wife. The man checked his phone, there was nobody he was interested in calling back. He scrolled through his contacts momentarily. His brothers would be sleeping for different reasons - one after a long party weekend and the other because of strict sleeping curfew. So, after a few minutes of thinking it over, he ended up calling Stefan. Maybe listening to him would make his situation with Caroline less dire.
"Well, I need to vent and divorce is currently kicking your ass, who's going first?"
Hearing his friend make an incoherent noise, Klaus took that a yes and complained away. He wasn't doubtful of his wife at all, it was Enzo. The man who had not cared about the sanctity of anyone's marriage. Was he trying to uncover Klaus's coat of being the Big Bad Wolf? On the other end, the playboy could have changed and wanted someone like Caroline to keep him in line.
"Ah, man, I don't know. Enzo's shaky but if he's qualified enough, Caroline will hire him,
Stefan weighed, sounding groggy.
"I just don't want him to become haughty because if he gets hired he will be spending more time with her than I do...ah, I should have never bought that fucking store," Klaus replied, running his fingers through his hair.
"Look, Caroline isn't going anywhere and if the store makes her happy, you should feel great about giving her it to her as a gift, don't regret that for a second."
"And of course, she's demanding less time at work which is-"
"Fair? I mean she has been staying at home for the past 3 or 4 years maybe let her have this, Klaus. "
The worried man reclined in his seat, chuckling to himself.
"You're on the brink of divorce and still is able to give me positive, advice."
"It's simple: don't make the same mistakes I did."
"Damn, is it really for you two?" Klaus sighed with great sympathy, "For what it's worth, I personally believed you and her were great together."
"Yeah...I thought so before court," Stefan stated, closing the blinds in his remote apartment, "That's just the worst place to discuss your marriage, imagine everything you've done wrong to be brought up again. I don't want to ever go back there."
"That bad, huh?" Klaus got no response so he kept talking, "You sound like you're on the move."
"I am, actually. This apartment costs way too much, I need to live several hours from my ex-wife like most divorcees. I'm thinking East Coast, that Warner position just opened up."
Klaus sat up, his frivolous thoughts coming to a halt. Move? Court sounded hell but come on man.
"You've got to be pissing on my leg! You're giving up, mate and that is weak," The man argued, cutting Stefan off each time he tried to rebuttal. "Leaving your friends and family because of one bad hearing? That's just plain selfish, you have way too much support here to be throwing it away! It may seem pointless now, but it's not over for you two. You have a child and you're planning to tell him one day when your relationship is strained and broken beyond repair is that 'Sorry, son, daddy's feelings were hurt. Well, that is frankly bullshit to me."
"Thanks for Klaus, but I am sure you have Caroline calling each department of Malibu's police department, go home please."
He didn't let the man utter a word because he ended the call. Around him were a few boxes, inside were his clothes and valuables. When Stefan first purchased the apartment he wasn't planning on moving every item he owned in it. No, most of his stuff was either in storage or at his old house. It dawned on him that he still had keys, but never went back to see if they still worked. Klaus's words of not giving up echoed in his mind and nothing short of a bad idea infiltrated his thoughts.
Bonnie had been on her morning Monday job when she saw Sybil, who was drinking lemonade on her porch. She offered Bonnie a smile, who just waved back nicely. With her husband being sketchy all weekend, she finally had gotten time to herself during the day when he was working. At first, her plan was to ignore the persistent brunette but it was becoming harder as she called her name, offering her a cold drink.
After all, the lawyer was taught not to decline any food or drink. And she was really thirsty.
"So," she sipped, "You quietly moved back into this neighborhood."
Sybil folded her hands, sitting regally as she responded, "This Friday, we did, me and my new husband, he proposed to me in July, we tied the knot in September."
"Lovely, where did you two meet?"
"Paris, you know I had to go somewhere after you ladies exiled me," Sybil said sweetly.
"Exiled is a bit dramatic," Bonnie clicked her tongue, "Maybe encouraged a different part of town."
"Ah, well that's water underneath the bridge now, which is why I- I mean my husband and I would like the neighborhood to celebrate us moving in together."
Bonnie placed her drink on the tab;e and put on a faux smile, "I think that's lovely, we would really want to see the new hubby in person." Yes, insinuate that her marriage is a sham, Bonnie. She began to get up; that the purpose of this sit and talk was for her to spread along with the information of a house party.
"Yes, I really hope Damon can make it, I think you two are admirable," Sybil added as Bonnie walked off her porch steps. It caught the lawyer, off-guard but she had the most ammo-ready tongue ready to fire off at a given time.
"We don't look up to anyone; if we did compare ourselves to others him and `I would have sunk a long time ago."
Sybil nodded blankly and begins to pick up her neighbor's glass. Being nice was a pain in her ass. In no time, Bonnie sprints back to her home and dials up one of the available wives. Caroline was at work on the hunt for a qualified manager, Katherine wouldn't even be awake at this time, so it left her with Elena to call. They were the closest friendship-wise, but Bonnie had somewhat double-crossed her. That wandering neutrality was going to turn into a respectful distance soon enough. The jogging woman looked behind herself twice before closing her door and calling her friend.
"I know we're not talking but we need to talk."
"Okay, shoot," Elena said, with now her phone pressed to her ear as she walked freshly clean clothes from the basement into her son's room.
"Sybil is back and apparently with a husband," Bonnie said, then picked an apple from her fridge to crunch on.
Elena gasped, mid folding pajama shirts and replied incredulously, "I can't believe she decided to show her face again. Especially with all the cartoonish stunts she pulled trying to be the neighborhood villain last year."
"It ranged from her leaving you alone in the nail shop, thus leaving the bill - and a ride back home on you or trying tongue down your husband!"
Elena grimaced at the moment she caught Sybil trying and failing to seduce Damon, not one to keep that information to herself she told Bonnie immediately, causing a showdown the next day at Katherine's house. Yes, the ex-model lived for drama and it was more than satisfying than the average catfights she's witnessed. Sybil was always her runner-up on the model scene and even looked up to her, however, Katherine saw her as an annoying, slut opportunist.
"You said husband, right? Maybe she's changed, some people aren't who we thought to be or trust at times," Elena said, letting the last sentence linger on.
Bonnie eye's roll could be heard on the other line, "I need you to get over that, like now, we might have to take down a bitch. Again."
"And I am all for-" Elena stopped, once she heard her front door shuffle, she took a breath, placed her phone on the blue comforter. Bonnie was on speaker phone, she knew it from the abrupt silence coming from her friend. The woman who spoke in a shaky, soft voice telling her that she feared that someone had broken into her house.
"Go get anything that resembles a weapon and strikes that motherfucker across the head," Bonnie directed, "You have to assure me that you're frightened."
"I'm scared, Bonnie, when my husband moved out I knew I was going to be seen as vulnerable but it's too soon."
"I know, sweetheart, just protect yourself. I'll be over there in a minute." Click.
Elena walked into her husband's closet for the first time in months, looking for his old golf clubs. She teased him for even considering playing the sport and then purchasing the accessories that had to go with it. It became his closet but they did once share that room together. The black duvet that kept their bodies warm still got washed once a week, the smell of his ivory rich cologne being completely erased.
The brunette stripped off her robe to show off nothing more than a white tank top and boy shorts and ran down the stairs ready to attack. She staggered into the kitchen, golf club parked discreetly behind her back. There he was, the so-called robber bent forward in her refrigerator. That man was mooching off her store-bought groceries. "Bastard," the soon to be ex-wife cursed under her breath. Without a second to waste, she swung the metal club to the man's forehead, knocking him on the ground.
"You will not step foot in my home ever again, I am calling the police," She spat viciously at the man writhing on the floor.
"Fuck, Elena, I know things have gotten sour but trying to break my skull? Hell, that's better than alimony since you're in my will."
Elena's state of mind went from vengeance to confusion to full-on worry. She instantly dove to the floor to aid him. Her hands caressed his face and she rubbed her thumb across the gash on his forehead. Tears welled up her eyes, she couldn't help it, he looked so hurt. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't trying- I thought you were an intruder." He tried to stifle his laughter at the thought of someone actually breaking in but it failed. Perhaps the laughter was a temporary medicine from the concussion. Elena slapped his shoulder furiously and barked, "This isn't funny, Stefan, you have this huge bump on your head because of me."
"It is kind of funny," He replied back, his green eyes flickering amusement.
Elena sat up on her knees, detaching herself from him and placed her face in her hands, joining in on the laughs.
"I guess I need my baby daddy living for the time being."
"Please, don't say that ever again."
So, by the time Bonnie got to Elena's house, she opened the door to hear laughter. She kept walking in to see the couple practically dying of laughter on the floor. She raised a brow at them being at the same room, and then sitting that close, rubbing elbows and all. Bonnie leaned on the kitchen's door frame and cleared her throat.
"Care to explain, children?"
Elena stood up, dusting herself off and said, "I mistook Stefan for an intruder and hit him-"
"Woah, woah, she's a lawyer don't criminalize yourself," Stefan interjected, earning a glare from his sister-in-law.
"It's your house, you can't legally can't break into anything," Bonnie sighed and looked around, "I'm leaving because you two are beyond dysfunctional for me to even try figure out this without causing a migraine."
"Us, dysfunctional? Look who you're married too!" Stefan called out from the floor and winced in pain soon afterward.
Bonnie turned her heel sharply and yelled before slamming the door, "Welcome back to the neighborhood!"
Katherine spent her Monday evening with her husband as they were preparing for dinner for his company. She rather gorges on pints of ice cream paired with bad daytime television than fake smile at a bunch of strangers. Elijah's MO was his image, his wife was beautiful and he wanted to flaunt that. If this was a dinner party at a different house, she could drink 3 or 4 wine glasses to feel tipsy enough to smile for real. Unfortunately, they had to host leaving her to be on her best behavior.
"I wanna stay here, with you," She begged her husband, "Please, this is so useless, it's not like you're not attempting to close a deal - you see these people every day."
Elijah straightened out his tie, "My dear, it'll be over in no time and we can retreat here," and he leaned into her ear, "All night long, baby."
Katherine's pout formed into a naughty smile, "I'm not already wearing any underwear, she's sensitive right now."
Yes, naming her genitalia was right on brand for her. Elijah kissed her forehead and grabbed her hand, feeling her newfound spike in attitude illuminate her entire being. The chefs were working a mile a minute in the kitchen, they were Caroline-recommended which meant that it wasn't anything less exceptional. Katherine had a limit of one drink tonight so, she had to latch on something else to focus on. She made small talk with the other wives who had no interest in being there.
it wasn't until the end of the night that she spotted Sybil and a tall black man, who seemed to be her date chatting it up with her husband. Yeah, she needed that drink pronto and went for it as the next and final platter came out. She downed the white wine in seconds; her sipping while looking pretty didn't apply when it came to Sybil. Confidently, she fluffed up her voluminous hair, thanks to her luxurious numerous hair products that kept it bouncy and shiny.
"Hi, what is this chatter all about?" She turned towards Elijah, "Baby, I thought you said 'no deals tonight'," she saw Sybil and Cade chuckle, "My husband's an overachiever, please don't feel pressured to sign anything."
"This is my husband, Cade," Sybil stated, introducing the two, "He wanted to transfer to Elijah's job."
"I am completely sold, it is relatively close to our home," Cade said with a smile, rubbing his wife's hand.
"Oh, is this Sybil's new house or did you purchase a new one?"
"Katerina," Elijah muttered.
"No, we purchased a new home, for new memories," Sybil responded robotically almost and turned to Elijah, "You have our number and we can't wait to see you two along with the rest of the neighbors, this Saturday right?"
"You sure will have a great night, you two."
Katherine stood with her arms crossed and went upstairs shortly. Elijah sighed to himself, knowing he would have to close the party by himself. Once he finally joined his wife in bed, he was exhausted to the max. Elijah was common as ever in his wifebeater and boxers, sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked over his wife and said, "You acted very petty tonight." All she did was examine her nails, seemingly not bothered while Elijah was fuming.
"You were conversating with the enemy, I had no choice unless you wanted me to cause a dramatic scene towards the end of the party."
"it was just business, you have to separate the two and you can't just act out for the sake of acting out like some child who can't get their way," He argued back.
"Whatever, Elijah everything is always business with you."
"You're acting as if you don't benefit from my long hours at work because you do!"
"Please, I had the finest items before you and I sure can manage it after you," She said back with equal ferocity, "And we're not going to that damn party."
"Fine," Elijah said, walking out the room, pillow in his hand, "I'll just go alone and people will talk, not about me my love but about how dramatic my wife is!"
Katherine raised her voice back at him and took a breath, she'd had expected that much force and wouldn't even be getting laid. Even being on her best behavior majority of the night and (unbeknownst to Elijah) month. To say the least, she as pissed and Sybil was indirectly at fault for her unlucky night. All she knew is that the ex-neighbor needed to find her way off of her street.
Friday was the morning all of the ladies decided to meet up to discuss their lives and whatnot. They sat at 4 table seating; Bonnie and Elena across Katherine and Caroline. The blonde was clad in her apron as she was still on the clock. Everyone had a pastry, snacking on it as they talked about tomorrow's event. They quickly found out Enzo was hired since he walked over to their table to start a conversation.
"It's lovely to see all you ladies in one place," He said with a smile, "Again."
"They're now customers you have to serve nicely, so no ogling," Caroline commanded with a wagging finger.
"Oh, so now you're the help," Katherine commented, then she stood up straight and ordered a blueberry donut with sugar substitutes, leaving him to speed off and frantically search for the item. She looked at Caroline, smirking, who looked back with pleading eyes. The store owner did not want to talk about her infamous new hire.
Elena threw her hands up looking between Caroline and then the British man behind the counter and finally stated, "I have nothing to say about that."
"Good, you shouldn't because what kind of idiot lets their ex-husband move back in with them," Katherine said to her cousin, with a callous tone.
"It's the American way of a divorce, the wife gets the house and the husband gets the, sometimes, crappy offshore apartment," Caroline stated.
"I have something you don't, Katherine and it's called compassion," Elena countered.
Katherine just rolled her eyes and just in time Enzo brought back her impossible donut.
"Forget that, why is Sybil being so nice?" Bonnie questioned.
"She's up to something, she brought a basket of home-baked muffins over to my house like a 50s housewife and is profusely congratulating me on my store, who told her anyways?"
"I may have told her..." Elena trailed off, and fixing her coyness once she earned glares from the other ladies, "What? She would have found out anyway and I was just trying to make conversation since she sort of bumped into me and Stefan at the grocery store."
"Ugh, she is one those creepy women-stalkers on Lifetime," Caroline exclaimed, saying her truest thoughts aloud. She noticed Bonnie laughing it up across from her and she pointed, "Don't laugh, you know it's true you deal with these basket cases all the time."
"Okay, true she does have that 'smile' and did you say you were shopping with Stefan?" Bonnie asked facing Elena.
"Please, he's a grown man and the only two people I shop for is Jackson and myself. We were simply killing two birds with one stone."
"Yeah, sure."
"And Sybil had the nerve to say, 'You two are working it out, how cute!'"
"Oh, that's classic Sybil for you, adding a ton of condescension. It's even been passed on to me," Katherine spoke, annoyed just even thinking about what the wretched new/old neighbor's sneaky ways.
Caroline stood up, tucking her seat in claiming she talked enough about Sybil today. It left the three remaining wives still in their booths chatting away. Sparing the details of her long apology for her actions on Monday night, Katherine told the ladies that she would be attending the party. Elena and Bonnie expected and needed her there for tomorrow night. Even though it was just a drive up the street, she promised to come in style.
"I have this sexy, yet classy v-cut Louis V that has never seen the light of day, it will totally demolish her-"
"I have to go to a meeting at the school at noon," Elena interrupted, looking at her watch, "I'll see you two tomorrow."
Katherine and Bonnie waved her goodbye as she sprinted out the door. Then, the ex-model took her cousin's former spot and faced Bonnie.
"Was it me, did I let my want of total destruction for Sybil override the conversation today?"
Elena leaned on the bumper of her spiffy, red Tesla, eating an ice cream cone quickly as she could without the horrors of toothache. it was fifteen minutes past noon and her husband still hadn't emerged from the tall skyscraper before her. So, she walked across the street to buy the frozen dessert, it was extremely hot outside. The palm trees were gently sweeping away giving her a breeze every now and then.
Finally, he came out. his eyes locked on his phone looking at the time. Elena absentmindedly swiveled her tongue around the perimeter of the cone. God, he looks good in a suit. Stefan approached apologetically and shoved his phone in his pocket.
"Sorry, I would have been out of there at 12 on the dot, but McKinney wanted to extend the meeting."
Elena shrugged and said, "It's whatever, I already told his teacher that we were running late," As she turned to walk to the left side of the car she exclaimed sarcastically, "Hey! Maybe she thinks we're fighting?"
Stefan opened the passenger door and then sat down and opened his wife's driver door. He then reclined his seat so his legs can comfortably. The car seemed like a necessary show off.
"How do you drive this? It feels like one of those clown cars you can fit a bazillion things in," Stefan groaned, while he leaned back in his leather seat.
Elena rolled her eyes, the top part of her ice cream cone in her mouth. Her expression simply read, Get over it. She pressed a button to start the vehicle and took off. Stefan looked over to see her still have that cone.
"Don't even think about reaching for this," Elena told him icily.
"You're driving with one hand, let me just take care of that for you," Stefan offers, short-reaching for the frozen treat in her hand.
"No," Elena exclaimed, her attention from arguing with her petulant husband causing her to swerve out of control. Her car's computer alerted her of a potential accident and yet the mom stayed calm. She then brakes in a merging lane, disregarding any cars who need to use it. They switched seats and while Stefan drove he had to see Elena devour an ice cream cone from his periphery. Right after she casually told him that she had plans tonight with Liam. She can't stop gauging his reaction to detect any type of jealousy.
They arrive at the school, a building smaller than most grade-schools. Elena walked faster but Stefan jogged up to her with the swiftness, opening the door for her. Still, in the building, she strides ahead. She stopped right in front of the class, buttoning her white, flowery blouse.
"Should I go up or down a button?"
"Down, definitely down," He answered, and she nodded taking his suggestion. She's totally wearing the necklace I gave her the day before we got married, he briefly reflected on the moment where they wed on the beach.
A teacher sitting with her hands folded with a performative smile when she saw them walk in the room. Stefan anxiously sat in his seat - a yellow kid's desk chair. Elena had a matching one and momentarily shifted in it until the teacher spoke. Putting their son in private school and they weren't even afforded the luxury of comfortable chairs.
"I think we should talk about what triggered Jackson's rather grim picture of you two he presented in the 'The three things' project I assign each year," Miss Helena began to pull out a drawing from her drawer.
"Wait," Elena said, stopping the woman's objective at hand, "If this is about the car just know my hand was forced- I had to back out."
"It's no big deal, her trying to run me over its water under the bridge for us," Stefan slapped her leg, "Right Elena?"
The brunette stops herself from glaring at him or even worse, hitting him back and opts for an unmoving smile.
"Yes, but I have to say, Stefan, me striking you with the golf club topped the reversing out of your apartment building."
"I never heard of either of those incidents," The woman says, looking between the two parents who say nothing and continues to pull the drawing out. it was a photo of a couple with their backs turned, seemingly to be at a stalemate or unquivering disagreement. There was a small boy who looked somber with a small heart in his hand. Obviously, the depiction represented them with simple yet familiar details.
"The premise of the project is to talk about two items that are essential classics -PB & J, ketchup and mustard, bacon and eggs. But then there is that third item, it's underrated but it brings the entire meal together."
"Wow," Stefan said.
"Is that all you have to say?" Elena asked him, scoffing.
"Do you have anything to say about it?" He mimicked back.
Miss Helena cleared her voice stopping the two's stare match, "I know you two are separated but Jackson talks about you like you live at home with him."
"I do," Stefan confirmed, "I just moved back in on Monday."
"I see, so you two are working it out as a family or completely?"
"I-"
"I let Stefan move back in because he shares DNA with my child, nothing more, nothing less."
"What she said," Stefan said, deflated.
"I think that's a good start, going cold turkey from being all in one home to suddenly not. This time around you can naturally phase out and explain to him that you will be divorcing."
Elena nodded, "We just want to focus on the now, he's been so ecstatic his dad is living with him again. I don't want to the be the bad guy here, again may I add."
"What I got from the picture is that he wants us to stop fighting," Stefan inquired.
"I think childish is the word but yes, if what I've heard and seen today then fighting is a reasonable word to use as well."
"Okay," Elena stood up, "Tonight we'll talk to him, we want to set up the best environment for him in and out of school."
..
Later on, they're in a McDonald's parking lot eating their greasy and sugary meals without a negative thought. They went in the drive-thru and instead of doing two separate orders, Elena happily swipes her credit card, which is now not declined anymore. She purchased a Big Mac, with the fries and a large soda, with extra mac sauce and bites at it wildly, not having eaten since this morning. it was now 1:45.
Stefan dips a spoon into his sundae, "So, on the bright side, we got compared to PB & J."
Elena sunk her teeth into her burger letting the excess ingredients fall wherever. "Hm, I guess that's a positive way to look at it, which reminds me, my mother has a severe peanut allergy."
"Well, I know what I'm making for Thanksgiving this year."
She looks at him with a half-smile, he said the same thing each year before the holiday and it never failed to make her chuckle.
"When you went to get more napkins, I canceled my fun and spontaneous dancing I had planned."
Her husband set his cup down and leaned over slightly, "Why, you realized I wasn't fazed by it?"
"All we've done is argued or bickered overall and that isn't a good image to put out there. I still contemplate blowing out your brains and then my own from time to time."
He nodded, agreeing but then spoke up again.
"You, know spontaneity isn't planned," Stefan pointed out, holding back a grin.
"I know what that word means, don't pester."
"Yeah, but if he told you he's taking you dancing all the surprise and the passion has been sucked out. Spontaneity is supposed to leave you breathless. That's why I wasn't jealous, there's no anticipation."
"Right, because you're someone's psychiatrist," she took a final bite into her burger, then quickly washed it down with her Diet Coke.
"You're still wearing your necklace," He commented, picking it up and running his fingers over the gold pendant.
Elena gulped, watching his fingers be so close to her bosom, "Well, you have great taste, I can't lie."
Stefan's hand leaves her necklace to move some hair behind her ear. "Dì cosa hai in mente," he whispered, "Him or me?"
She closed her eyes, letting the question linger on. "Do you really want me to scratch your itch?"
"Considering how my week started, yes."
Elena rolled her eyes, scoffing pushing him out of her face and started her car, speeding off. For someone who had to sneak his way back home, he held way too much entitlement. Since they were just eating with no signs to leave at any given moment, her acceleration on the gas pedal caused him to almost jerk forward. If it wasn't for her son she wouldn't even give him any time much less her body in a McDonald's parking lot no less. Men...
A/N: I don't even like McDonald's as much anymore and they aren't running me a check so I apologize for the shout-outs. The housewarming party is next chapter.
