In this chapter we have Damon, Elena, & Caroline doing some partying. We will also see Elena get a little possessive of Damon when some girls try to steal her man. Thanks for reading!
Elena's POV
It only took us about six hours to get from Mystic Falls to Philadelphia and since we left at around 11 in the morning, we had plenty of time to freshen up at the hotel before dinner and club hopping.
"Should I wear the black heels or the red ones?" I ask holding up the shoes. My dress is a short sparkly gold number with thin spaghetti straps.
"Black. Definitely," Caroline nods her head, slipping on a one shoulder black dress that rests just above her knees, "and let me wear the red ones." I laugh and hand her the shoes since they would look pretty damn good with her attire anyways. Damon is in nothing but a pair of dark denim jeans, which sends a shiver up my spine. He squirts hair gel into his palms and runs it through his hair to create a perfectly messy, yet styled look.
He does a double take at me before shooting me one of his signature smirks.
"Damn," he shrugs, "you look hot as hell."
"You're not so bad yourself," I saunter towards him, sticking my hands in his back pockets to grab his firm ass. He places his mouth over mine, kissing me firmly and playfully biting at my lower lip. I groan just a little when he pulls away to finish getting ready.
"We have to save our A-game for tonight. I plan on dancing like its 1999," Damon smirks, pulling on a black button up and then rolling the sleeves to expose his forearms.
"I believe you mean 'party like its 1999.'"
"Whatever. Party. Dance. Same thing."
I finish up my bold makeup and curling my hair by 7 o'clock, when we all head downstairs for dinner. By 8:30, we enter the most vivacious club on the street
"What can I get for you to drink?" the bartender asks us, obviously smitten with Caroline.
"I would like a Kamikaze." Caroline asks sweetly, winking at the man.
"Make that two, please."
"I'll have a Scotch," Damon says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Coming right up," the waiter leaves us, Caroline still awestruck over his sex appeal.
"I'm tapping that before the night is up," she blurts out.
"Woah! I didn't take you for the meaningless sex type, but whatever floats your boat. I'm not judging," Damon shrugs, giving her a mischievous wink.
"Very funny Damon," Caroline starts, "I am not a slut that just whores around. I just haven't been able to contact Tyler and am getting the feeling that maybe he doesn't want to be with me anymore. And I have needs okay!"
I laugh, immediately taking a sip of my Kamikaze when the server hands it to me.
"And here is my opportunity," Caroline says, getting up from the table and following the man back to the bar.
"It looks like it's just you and me, sweetheart."
"Oh no," I tease, "what ever will we do?"
He winks, giving me that 'come here' smile. I take a couple more sips of my drink and then take my boyfriend's extended hand.
He leads me to the center of the dance floor, the hottest and sweatiest spot in the club, but also the spot where everybody will see that I am his.
He starts to move with me, seeming effortless, but somehow keeping the intensity high. I feel the eyes of jealous girls staring me down, but they are also distracted by him. In the split second where Damon and I briefly part, a young blonde girl slips in between us. My blood starts to boil as I get pushed around in the mob of people away from Damon and when I spot them, it takes everything I have to keep from ripping her head off.
She rubs her hands all over his body, but he is oblivious. I feel my mouth form a slight smile as Damon attempts to gently push her off while scanning the crowd for me at the same time. When our eyes lock, he loses patience and shoves the girl to the side, pushing people out of the way to reach me.
"Oooh. I must say, I am loving the jealous version of you," Damon says, pulling me into a kiss.
"What can I say? I don't like other women touching my property."
"Possesive much?" Damon teases, "I'll make it up to you."
And he does. With full throttle, Damon moves his hands all over me and apparently he is a pretty impressive dancer because everybody moves aside, forming a dance circle where the two of us are the stars. He twirls me around and flips me over his back right before the song ends, earning a round of applause before the people fill in the space around us.
"Do you want to head to the next club?" Damon hollers over the roar over the music.
"What about Caroline?" I ask, but then spot her sitting on the counter making out with the bartender.
"Eh. She's making friends." He grabs my hand, leading the way through the crowd. We let Caroline know where we are headed so she can meet us there in a little while.
The night air feels cool against my hot body. We walk slowly, just enjoying each other's presence and bask in the comfort of our intertwining hands. Because our journey had been so rough, we both treasure every kiss, every touch, and every moment we spend together. Our love is invaluable and times like these, I wouldn't trade for the world.
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