AN: Hey guys, here's a new update. Just a reminder, in the beginning I told you that this fic would be OOC. This Bonnie Bennett is different from the one on the show, so please don't expect her to be a certain way because you will be sorely disappointed.
You've been warned.
I got a feeling that you guys aren't going to like this Bonnie or agree with how she handles her life but I'm trying to do something different , a new perspective of sorts on Bonnie's character. I'm still trying to find my way with this new Bonnie so I will say it now… this characterization will more than likely be hit or miss until I get a feel for who I want her to be in regards to her relationship with the Salvatore brothers. This might get ugly guys I don't know, but if you are willing to take this bumpy ride with me I will try to do my best to make it entertaining for you eventhough you might hate this Bonnie. But please just remember that it's just a story. No one is getting hurt here.
P.S. This chapter is hella long and that's because there were four versions because I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this story. So this end product is a compilation of all four versions so if it seems choppy then I'm sorry, like I said I'm still trying to work out the kinks. This is going to be a rough one you guys so please bear with me, again it might get ugly.
Enjoy…hopefully…maybe…fingers crossed.
She was late and it pissed Damon the fuck off. He'd been waiting in this fucking motel room for her for over an hour now and she still hadn't bothered to call or even send a measly text message letting him know what was going on. That bitch! He was going to wring that pretty little neck of hers; that is after he fucked the shit out of her of course, but then he was going to let her ass have it. Damon sat down hard in the cheap foe leather motel chair; he was sick of this shit, having to meet up at an out of the way place just so he could be alone with her. These weekly trysts were starting to take a toll on Damon. He wanted to be more than just her weekend lover. And now she had the fucking nerve to be LATE! Damon clenched his jaw for the hundredth time that afternoon, feeling like a punk for sitting here and waiting for her ass at all. Never in Damon's life had he had to wait for anything or anyone and now here he sat in this fucking cheap ass motel room in the Valley waiting for Bonnie Bennett.
Damon couldn't believe this was what he'd been reduced to.
Damon snatched his phone up off the table and texted Bonnie one last time. If she didn't respond in ten minutes he would leave, but on second thought maybe he'd give her twenty minutes because maybe her phone died and she was stuck in traffic. So he'd be generous and give her thirty minutes tops to get here and if she didn't show up by then he would leave, Damon told himself because he didn't have to go through this shit.
Bonnie sat in her gray mustang gripping the stirring wheel tightly in her small, slender hands. She took a deep breath in hopes that it would settle her nerves. What was she doing here? She had promised herself that this wouldn't happen again and here she was and she'd even parked in the same damn parking spot as she had the last time she'd been here.
But there was still time to leave; she didn't have to go inside.
Bonnie's phone beeped alerting her to a new text message. Bonnie didn't need to check her phone to know who it was texting her. She was late and he was getting impatient waiting for her to show up. Bonnie picked up her phone and checked anyway just in case because it could be Stefan.
It wasn't.
Fuck, she knew it. It was Damon.
I am waiting. U got one hour. His text read.
Bonnie turned off her phone, chucking it back inside her Louis Vuitton purse that Stefan had given her as a gift for their first year anniversary together as a couple. Bonnie leaned her head back against the black leather head rest and closed her eyes. Bonnie knew that this was wrong and she felt like the lowest scum of the earth.
All this sneaking around started up after they came back from Hawaii.
Damon Salvatore had laid a trap for Bonnie and the poor girl didn't see it coming at all. Bonnie Bennett truly didn't know who she was dealing with; she hadn't even scratched the surface of who Damon was or what he was capable of doing.
A Few Weeks Ago in Hawaii.
Damon laid on top of the king size bed in the luxury suite of his hotel room and waited. It was only a matter of time before Bonnie would be forced to come crawling back to him once she found out that there were no more rooms available in the hotel and she would have to share his suite.
The plane had landed in Hawaii less than an hour ago and they'd come to the hotel only for Bonnie to discover that the hotel didn't have her reservation in there computer system. Damon tried to keep a straight face all the while Bonnie politely but firmly explained to the front desk that she indeed had a confirmed reservation with this hotel, but unfortunately she didn't have her confirmation papers with her to prove it.
Damon had intervened, pulling Bonnie aside and told her that it was okay that she could share his room and he mentally patted himself on the back for sounding sincere with his offer and not like some predator which he definitely was. Bonnie's green eyes suddenly narrowed and she accused him of having something to do with the hotel losing her reservation. Damon had mocked shocked disbelief at her accusation and proceeded to ask her how would he be able to pull off such a feat when he didn't even know where she was staying? Eventhough he did. Hawaii had like a million fucking hotels he sneered at her just to make it look believable. Bonnie realized that Damon had a point so she cooled her jets and backed down. Bonnie had nicely refused his offer and turned back to the front desk clerk. Damon smirked. He decided not to push the issue and let Bonnie exhaust every last resource available to her because only then would she give in and come to him. So Damon left Bonnie at the front desk to handle her business and he walked to the elevator to go up to his suite and wait.
And Damon didn't have to wait for long because ten minutes later there was a knock at his door. Damon smiled as he hopped off the bed like an excited child on Christmas morning, but quickly wiped it off before opening the door because he knew that Bonnie would turn around so fast and opt for sleeping on the beach rather than deal with his shit.
Damon had to play this smart.
Damon opened the door to find a very perturbed Bonnie Bennett at his door.
"Yes?" he asked looking innocent.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "The hotel has no rooms available… they're booked solid…apparently you got the last room they had."
Damon placed his hand on the door frame. "And how is this my problem?"
Bonnie let out a frustrated breath, realizing that Damon was going to make her work for it. "Look, I'm sorry for accusing you of sabotaging my hotel reservations. It's just that after the stunt you pulled with the plane I just assumed you were behind the hotel screwing up my reservations as well. It just seemed all too coincidental for my taste."
Damon was anxious to move things along. "Bonnie, I'm getting tired of just standing here in the doorway so just say would you need to say already."
Bonnie lowered her eyes to the floor. "Damon can I please stay in your room?" she mumbled.
Damon shook his head in admonishment. "See, now was that so difficult?" he asked, stepping out into the hallway and picking up Bonnie's luggage. He waited for her to enter the suite before following her inside with a shit eating grin on his face.
Bonnie couldn't help but believe that Damon had something to do with the hotel losing her reservation; this whole thing smell like a set up, but she had no proof and if she didn't want to sleep outside on the beach for the next three days sharing Damon's room was her only option. Bonnie looked around the gorgeous suite and noticed that there was only one bed, but that was okay because she noticed that Damon had a sitting area with a couch so she'd sleep there. Bonnie turned around to see Damon placing her bags on the bed.
"Thank you Damon…I appreciate you doing this." Bonnie said, begrudgingly.
"It's no problem Bonnie…I couldn't exactly turn you away now could I. What would I look like letting my brother's girlfriend sleep on beach when I have more than enough space for you to stay here in my room…why I think that would make me a son of a bitch and we both know I much rather prefer being a bastard."
Bonnie smiled tightly. "And that you are."
Damon chuckled, walking to stand in front of her. Bonnie side stepped him and went to the bed and pulled both of her suitcases to the floor. She sat down Indian style, opening them to find something to change into.
Damon walked over and sat down on the bed with Bonnie sitting at his feet; he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "So what's the plan for tonight?" he asked while he nosily looked through her suitcase that was closest to him. Bonnie smacked his hand, but that didn't stop Damon from going through her stuff.
"Anna is having a big dinner for everyone…a luau." Bonnie stated.
"Ooh that sounds fun, can I tag along?"
They both knew it didn't matter what Bonnie said, he would come anyway.
"Sure, why not, the more the merrier." Bonnie responded a little sarcastically.
Damon held up a pretty white summer dress. "Wear this tonight, it will look gorgeous against your skin color." He told her.
Bonnie ignored him, not even bothering to look up. "No." she said, going through her other suitcase trying to figure out what to wear to the luau.
For some reason Bonnie's quick dismissal of his suggestion irked the hell out of Damon. "I bet if Stefan asked you to wear it you would."
That got Bonnie's attention and she finally stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look at him. "You're right, I would because he's my man, Damon... and you are not!" she said, sharply.
The only outward response to her outburst was the tick in Damon's jaw. He angrily threw Bonnie's dress back down in her suitcase and got up off the bed.
Bonnie silently watched Damon as he stood in front of the sliding glass door of the balcony with his back tense. Maybe her being here wasn't such a good idea.
"I think maybe me staying here is not a good idea, I should probably go…maybe Vickie or Rebekah will let me bunk with one of them." Bonnie said, getting to her feet.
Vickie and Rebekah were also her friends from college and they too were apart of Anna's wedding as her bride's maids.
"Do whatever you want Bonnie." Damon said, refusing to look at her. He continued to look out at the amazing view, trying to squash the unsettling feelings that had rose up inside of him at her callous words.
Bonnie left the room, going into the bathroom with her phone. She came out five minutes later.
"It seems that Vickie and Rebekah are sharing a room with Anna's sisters so there's no room for me." Bonnie told him.
Damon had gotten himself together while she was in the bathroom. He turned to look at her. "Then I guess it's settled, you're staying here."
Bonnie nodded her head and went to her suitcase once again. "Damon is it okay if I shower first…the girls want to meet up at the little restaurant down on the beach and catch up before the luau tonight?" she asked as she decided to wear her green halter dress.
"Sure go head." He responded.
Bonnie came out of the bathroom half an hour later and Damon had to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. He swallowed hard instead as he watched Bonnie put her things way, dressed in a gorgeous green dress with her hair flowing down her back in soft loose waves. She looked taller and Damon looked down to see that she was wearing wedges on her tiny feet. Bonnie grabbed her shades, putting them on top of her head before she checked herself out one last time in the mirror.
She grabbed her purse. "I guess that's it." Bonnie said, looking around to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. "I'll see you later okay." She said, heading out of the door not waiting for his response.
When the doors to the elevator closed shut, Bonnie released the heavy breath she'd been holding in since she'd stepped foot inside of Damon's room. There was no way in hell that she would survive the next couple of days sharing a room with Damon Salvatore. No way in hell.
"Hot damn…look at that…" Vickie trailed off, biting her lip not even trying to disguise the look of sheer lust that surfaced on her face.
Three other heads snapped in the direction of their friend's heated gaze, each with different expressions on their pretty faces as they saw for themselves what had grabbed Vicki's attention. Anna, a petite olive skinned brunette and the bride to be stared in shocked awe with her mouth gaping open in an unattractive manner. Rebekah, a fair skinned pouty lipped blonde, eye's smoldered as she slowly appraised the hotness standing before them, deeming him more than fuckable. While Bonnie's hazel eyes widened in disbelief for a good second before narrowing into slits and her jaw tensing.
Bonnie couldn't believe this shit!
They were sitting outside on the deck of the restaurant, soaking up the scenic ocean view of the island of Kauai and were having the best time talking and catching up and now their time of bonding was pretty much done and all because of Damon fucking Salvatore.
He stood by the bar ordering a drink knowing damn well that all eyes were on him and Bonnie just knew that he was loving every fucking minute of it.
"I saw him first, ladies!" Vickie said, getting up from her seat and swinging her hips as she walked over to the bar ordering a drink eventhough she already had one at the table. She suddenly turned to Damon and struck up a conversation while she waited.
Bonnie grabbed her vodka lemonade and took a long pull from the straw.
Anna and Rebekah laughed, shaking their heads respectively as they watched their friend go reel in the dark haired, blue eyed hottie who had no clue that he had a barracuda after him.
"That girl hasn't changed one bit!" Anna exclaimed laughingly, tearing her eyes away from the scene playing out in front of them to take a sip from her margarita.
"Yes she has…her taste in men has gotten better, at least this one looks like he bathes regularly and has a job." Rebekah chimed in with her Australian accent because in college Vickie had a tendency to go for the dirty, skinny rocker type.
Bonnie remained quiet as she watched Damon and Vickie talk. Vickie was pulling out all her little tricks to lure Damon in. She tossed her long brown hair and batted her eyes and at one point Vickie intentionally spilled her drink on herself, drawing attention to her fake boobs as she slowly rubbed herself with a napkin in the pretense of trying to dry herself off. Bonnie watched Damon's eyes drop to Vickie's chest before he smirk and then his eyes suddenly settled on Bonnie, looking directly at her as he brought his drink to his mouth…Bonnie turned away from his gaze. She didn't want to give Damon the impression that she cared that he was talking to another woman in front of her because she didn't. Damon Salvatore was not her man and he could talk to and fuck any woman he wanted to because it wasn't her business what he did or who he did it with.
But it wasn't until Vicki and Damon started to walk towards their table that Bonnie's cool façade started to break a little and a slight panic began to raise up inside of her. What was Damon up to now?
"Bonnie, I thought that was you, but I wasn't sure because of those big ass sunglasses you're wearing… who you trying to hide from?" Damon asked cheekily as he and Vickie stood over their table.
All the girls looked back and forth between Bonnie and Damon in surprise, including Vickie because not once had Damon mentioned that he knew Bonnie as they talked at the bar.
"How do you know Bonnie?" Vickie asked standing beside Damon, her grasp on his arm tightening just a bit.
Bonnie decided to speak up before Damon could spin some outlandish tale for his own amusement. She had no time to play games with him. "This is Damon Salvatore, guys…he's Morgan's and Stefan's older brother."
Anna's brown eyes widened. "What?! Oh my god! What a small world!" Anna exclaimed excitedly, holding out her hand for Damon to shake. "Hi, I'm Anna I went to school with Morgan in fact we all did." She said, gesturing to Vickie and Rebekah.
Damon shook her hand and smiled. Anna blushed.
"And I'm Rebekah… it's a pleasure to meet you Damon." She smiled saucily, throwing her hand out to Damon, cutting in on Anna, causing Vickie to roll her eyes.
Damon chuckled lightly but took her hand. "Well it's nice to meet you too Rebekah." He responded before his eyes turned to Bonnie yet again and she saw the intent in Damon's eyes but wasn't sure what he was about to do.
So when Damon started to walk around the table towards her, Bonnie tensed. Damon leaned down to kiss her cheek and Bonnie's heart began to pound in her chest. What was he doing?
"Bonnie, you're looking well. I can't believe my dumb little brother let you jet off to Hawaii all alone without him." He said as he looked down at her, admiring the pretty picture she made sitting there.
The slight breeze from the ocean was softly blowing Bonnie's hair in her face. She looked gorgeous with the sun shining down on her toffee colored skin making it glow.
"Stefan is in New York on business, Damon... shouldn't you known that considering you're his boss?" Bonnie asked, tersely.
Damon laughed as he grabbed an empty chair from the next table and pulled it up, sitting next to Bonnie. "That's right…I completely forgot about that. Then it's good that I'm here in Hawaii that way I can keep an eye on you."
Bonnie rolled her eyes in response and tried to discreetly move her chair away from Damon under the pretense of giving him some room at the table, but Damon only slid his chair closer to her. Bonnie fumed on the inside because now she was stuck unable to move over any further because there was no room left unless she wanted to sit in Rebekah's lap who was seated to her right. Damon smirked at Bonnie's predicament and took advantage of the situation by crowding her space under the table, leaning his leg heavily against hers; Bonnie glared at him but Damon ignored her like nothing was wrong. Bonnie ended up crossing her legs to avoid his touch; she reminded herself that it was better not to react to Damon because it would only encourage him.
Vickie reluctantly took her seat across the table from Bonnie's and tried not to look annoyed.
Rebekah leaned across the table, invading Bonnie's already limited space. "It's funny, but Morgan never mentioned she had an older brother…I just thought her twin brother was her only sibling."
"I just love your accent. Where are you from?" Damon asked as he too leaned across the table, invading Bonnie's personal space and forcing her to sit back in her seat.
"I'm from Australia." Rebekah answered, throwing Damon a flirty smile.
Damon smiled back. "I've always wanted to take a trip there." He said.
Rebekah's blue eyes briefly dropped to Damon's mouth before returning to his eyes. "You should…it's so beautiful especially in the spring time."
Vickie's jaw tensed. She'd had enough of this shit. Vickie didn't like the way Damon and Rebekah were leaning into each other so she interrupted their conversation. "So Damon, why are you here in Hawaii?" she asked.
Damon looked at Vickie, sitting back in his seat. "I needed a little vacation to unwind and what better place to do that than Hawaii." He answered.
"Wow and what are the odds that you're here at the same time as Bonnie, who's here for my wedding…it's an amazing coincidence!" Anna exclaimed.
Damon looked at Bonnie. "Isn't it though."
Bonnie chose to ignore him, taking a sip from her vodka lemonade.
Damon then turned to Anna. "Aren't you a little young to be getting married?"
Anna smiled. "Nope… I know what I got so I'm putting a ring on it and making Ben mine for keeps."
Damon laughed at that.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it." He said, giving Bonnie a side glance before polishing off his drink.
Damon slammed his empty glass down on the table. "Well let me buy a round of drinks in celebration of Anna's wedding!"
"Okay, but just for me and Rebekah because team meatball can't handle anything else to drink. They are not allowed to have more than one drink because they tend to get a little rowdy." Vickie laughed, looking at Bonnie and Anna fondly.
Damon quirked his brow. "Team meatball?" he asked confused.
Rebekah pointed to Anna and Bonnie. "The two meatballs, Deana and Snooki. You don't watch the Jersey Shore? Bonnie and Anna are really short just like Deana and Snooki so in college we all called them team meatball. But anyway, getting back to what Vickie said, Anna and Bonnie can't hold their alcohol…they tend to get out of control."
Damon looked at Bonnie and then the Laker's game came into his mind and he burst out laughing.
"That's right, I forgot…so no more alcohol for our Ms. Bennett here because I've seen first- hand how she gets after having a few to many and I'm not going through that again!"
All three girls perked up at hearing this. "Oh my god…what did she do?!" They all practically screamed at the same time.
Damon saw Bonnie blush with embarrassment before she lowered her eyes waiting for him to tell her friends how she made a fool out of herself at the Laker's game. Bonnie knew she would never live that night down.
Damon placed his hand on Bonnie's knee and squeezed it before letting go, not really thinking about his action.
"I see that you ladies haven't eaten yet so how about I buy you lunch instead?" Damon asked, effectively ignoring their question.
Anna beamed. "Oh how nice, thank you Damon."
Bonnie looked at Damon and gave him a small smile before picking up her menu.
Damon winked at Bonnie before playfully snatching the menu out of her hands.
Only Vickie noticed their exchange and she wondered about it.
"Hey Snooki, how about you order the shrimp tempura and I'll order the teriyaki beef with rice and we'll share." Anna said as she perused the menu.
"Ooh that actually sounds good Deana." Bonnie said, agreeing immediately.
Rebekah and Vickie exchanged a look each rolling her eyes. They both would be ordering a salad because unlike the two meatballs they couldn't eat whatever they wanted and retain their slim figures.
When Damon was finished with the menu, Bonnie picked it up and opened it to look at the desserts.
"Ooh Anna, how about we also share a piece of the guava cake."
Anna looked at Bonnie with a peculiar expression on her face and suddenly she jumped up out of her seat and went to hug her. "Gawd, I've missed you Bonnie Bennett. You are the only friend I have besides Morgan who likes to eat just as much as I do."
Bonnie burst out laughing, hugging her friend back. "I've missed you too sweetie."
Vickie took advantage of the opportunity presented to her. "Damon why don't you take Anna' seat that way the two meatballs can share their food without having to pass their plates back and forth over you."
Damon really didn't want to move, but Vickie was right it would be easier if Bonnie and Anna sat next to each other so he got up and took Anna's seat next to Vickie.
Vickie smiled widely which was a mistake because Damon noticed for the first time how big her teeth were.
Once the waitress took all their orders, the small group talked while they waited for their food.
"So are you getting nervous yet Anna because if so it's okay to be a runaway bride, in fact I'll help you run." Rebekah said, jokingly as she took a sip from her long island ice tea.
Anna laughed good- naturedly. "Me…nervous…never. I'm marrying the love of my life so why on earth would I dare run away from that."
Rebekah smiled at her friend. She knew how much Anna loved Ben and knowing Anna she would probably get pregnant on her wedding night and then she would have everything she'd ever wanted in life. Rebekah envied her just a little bit.
Anna looked at Bonnie with a sly grin on her face. "And next we'll all be attending Bonnie's and Stefan's wedding!"
Bonnie had been drinking from her vodka lemonade and almost choked. She grabbed her napkin and dabbed lightly around her mouth.
Rebekah and Vickie burst out laughing.
Damon didn't find it so funny.
"Why would you say that?" Damon asked Anna.
Did Bonnie tell her that she and Stefan were getting married?
Anna shrugged. "I don't know I just have this feeling that they'll be the next couple to walk down the aisle that's all."
"Well you're wrong. That'll never happen." Damon said, causing everyone at the table to stop laughing and look at him including Bonnie who slowly placed her napkin down in her lap.
"Wow Damon, tell us how you really feel, why don't' you. Ladies don't pay Damon any attention…he has the manners of a walrus and the subtly of a gnat." Bonnie said, trying to play it off.
Rebekah chuckled. "In that case, for the rest of the lunch Damon, shut your fucking mouth and just sit there and look pretty." She said jokingly but not really.
All of a sudden Rebekah didn't find Damon so hot; she didn't like how he came at Bonnie with the whole that will never happen bullshit in regards to Bonnie and Stefan getting married. Who the fuck did he think he was? The Salvatore's would be lucky to have Bonnie marry into their fucking family.
Vickie heard the underlining snarkiness in Rebekah's tone and she smiled because she knew Bekah only got like that when someone rubbed her the wrong way and apparently Damon had with that comment he made. Yay!
Anna took hold of Bonnie's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She'd seen the hurt look that briefly flashed across Bonnie's face before she'd schooled her features into impassiveness.
Damon realized that he'd put his foot in his mouth, but he couldn't help it because Bonnie marrying Stefan was just something he didn't care to think about.
After that rather awkward moment, only Vickie engaged Damon in conversation while the other three girls talked and laughed among themselves as they ate the lunch that Damon paid for. Rebekah even went so far as to order a bottle of Patron and didn't even pop it open but put it inside of her bag to take back to the hotel for later.
Damon didn't say anything, deciding to let it go.
Bonnie wanted to laugh at Rebekah's antics but she didn't because she knew Damon would then say something, so she kept quiet about Rebekah's little dig at Damon. Bonnie loved her girls. They always had her back no matter what except for Vickie that is, but that was okay because Bonnie knew that Vickie had a severe weakness when it came to men and Damon looked to be her kryptonite.
But everyone at the table turned quiet when Vickie suddenly invited Damon to Anna's wedding luau.
Anna's brown eyes widened in disbelief at Vickie's nerve, especially after Damon's comment about Stefan not marrying Bonnie.
Vickie caught Anna's eye but she didn't understand what she'd did wrong.
"I'd love to." Damon accepted.
Anna rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She was going to tell Vickie about herself once they got back to the hotel.
"Vickie, you didn't even ask me!" Anna yelled at her friend as they got off the elevator to the floor of their rooms at the luxury hotel they were staying at.
"I'm sorry okay, but I don't see what's the big deal…he's Morgan's brother!" Vickie defended herself.
"I don't care! Didn't you hear what he said about Bonnie?! He basically said that he doesn't want Stefan to marry Bonnie!" Anna shouted.
Anna was really pissed off and when she was pissed, Anna shouted.
Vickie looked at Bonnie helplessly. "He didn't exactly say that. You know Damon better than we do so he was probably just joking around, right Bon?"
Bonnie nodded her head. "Yeah, so let's not argue okay guys. We got to get ready for the luau and since Anna's not having a bachelorette party then this will have to do because I don't know about you guys but I'm going to have some fun tonight!" she said, trying to steer the conversation away from Damon because she didn't want to think about what caused Damon to say what he did.
"Bonnie's right and I'm with you girl…I plan to let my hair down and have some well- deserved fun as well!" Rebekah chimed in.
"Then it's settled." Vickie smiled happily.
An hour and a half into the luau, Anna was feeling good and her soon to be husband, Ben, kept her close to his side for the remainder of the night because his little Anna tended to get into a lot of shit whenever she had a lot to drink so for everyone's sake it was best if he kept her underfoot.
Rebekah and Bonnie were also enjoying the luau thanks in large part to Ben's best friend Kol who kept them thoroughly entertained with his wicked sense of humor and flirtatious smiles. He sat in between Rebekah and Bonnie while Damon and Vickie sat directly across from them. Damon had a scowl on his face from the moment Kol sat down next to Bonnie and instantly struck up a conversation with her; oddly enough Damon only noticed when Kol talked to Bonnie, completely ignoring the fact that he also talked to Rebekah a fair share as well.
Damon's anger only mounted when he watched Bonnie lean into Kol just as Rebekah did though he didn't notice that part, Damon's blue eyes were solely focused on Bonnie and her reactions to Kol.
Kol's voice was low so that only Bonnie and Rebekah could hear him tell the dirty joke about the nun and the priest who got stuck in an elevator. When he finished the joke, Bonnie buried her face in Kol's arm to stifle her laughter, causing her body to shake uncontrollably with the effort it was taking to keep her laughter inside. Rebekah on the other hand didn't give a fuck what anyone thought so she burst out laughing causing everyone to look her way.
Kol snickered, enjoying the two girl's reaction to his joke. If they like that one, he had a hundred more just like it.
Bonnie got a hold of herself and calmed down, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Kol, you are going straight to hell for that." She said, picking up her fruity, tropical drink that was served in a coconut shell.
Kol threw his blonde head back laughing. "If so then you two lovely ladies are going with me because you both laughed."
Bonnie laughed again, spilling her drink on the front of her dress. "Shit!" Bonnie cursed, quickly grabbing her napkin and dabbing at her dress.
Kol grabbed his napkin and tried to assist Bonnie, but he rubbed instead of dabbed, making the stain set in.
"No!" Both Bonnie and Rebekah squealed at the same time.
Her dress was ruined.
Kol didn't understand what he'd did wrong; he dropped his napkin holding up his hands like someone was sticking him up with a gun. "What?! What I do?"
Rebekah slapped his arm. "Kol, you made the stain set in by rubbing it…you never rub, always dab!"
Like he was supposed to know that, Kol thought to himself.
Kol looked at Bonnie's dress, Rebekah was right; the stain did seem to look worse. "Oh Bonnie, I'm so sorry. I'll pay for the dry cleaning. In fact, I'll buy you a new dress."
Bonnie looked up from dabbing her dress. She smiled because he looked so upset. She touched his hand, squeezing it. "Hey it's just a dress, okay and besides I didn't like it all that much anyway." She said, trying to make him feel better. "I'm going to go change, I'll be back okay." Bonnie said, getting up from the table.
"Hey Bonnie, I'll come with you." Rebekah said, starting to get up herself.
Bonnie stopped her. "No it's okay Bekah, I'll be fine. You stay here and keep Kol company, I'll be back."
"Okay." Rebekah said, sitting back down. She didn't need to be told twice because she kind of liked Kol and wanted to get to know him better because any man that could make her laugh and was handsome to boot was worth getting to know.
Bonnie made her way up to her room, Damon's room, and took off her dress. She grabbed a bottle of cub soda from the bar and went into the bathroom dressed only in her bra and panties. Bonnie hoped that the strain would come out because despite what she told Kol this was her absolute favorite dress. She loved this dress; Stefan had bought it for her when they were in Italy. Bonnie left her dress soaking in the bathroom sink and went back into the room, taking off her shoes, deciding what she'd put on. Bonnie went to open up her suitcase and discovered it empty. Bonnie's brows knitted in confusion. She opened up her second suitcase and it too was empty. What the fuck? Bonnie looked around the room and then she went to the closet and saw that Damon had hung up all her clothes next to his. He had even placed her shoes besides his on the floor. But before Bonnie could decide how she felt about Damon going through her things, the bastard walked into the room. He paused as he shut the door behind him, his blue eyes traveling the length of her body.
Bonnie stood stock still taking in the gleam in his blue eyes not understanding why he was looking at her like that until she looked down at herself and realized that she was standing in the middle of the room in just her bra and panties.
"Black is definitely your color." He said, admiring the matching black lacy bra and panties she had on.
Damon walked further into the room.
Bonnie turned away from Damon, grabbing her silk robe that was hanging up on a hook in the closet; she put it on.
"Shouldn't you be at the luau Damon?" Bonnie asked, a little pissed at herself because she should have known that Damon would follow her up to the room, but she wasn't thinking. She should have let Rebekah come with her.
Damon watched as Bonnie tied her robe together and rather tightly he noticed.
"It didn't hold much appeal once you left." He said, honestly.
Why did he always say things like this to her? Didn't he know that he shouldn't say these things to her? It was like he didn't care that he was being inappropriate with her.
Bonnie pretended like she didn't hear him. She grabbed the first dress her hands touched which happened to be the white dress that Damon wanted her to wear earlier, though Bonnie didn't notice her choice of dresses because all she wanted to do was put it on as quickly as possible and get back to the luau where she was safe for at least a couple more hours. Bonnie turned around intending to go into the bathroom to change when Damon stopped her by lightly grabbing her arm.
"I didn't appreciate you trying to make me jealous down there with that blonde baseball player."
So Damon had been listening to her conversation with Kol. He was a shortstop for the Yankees.
"I wasn't trying to make you jealous." Bonnie said, trying to yank her arm free.
Damon tightened his hold on her. "Oh really… so none of that was for my benefit."
Bonnie started to get angry. "No it wasn't." she said through clenched teeth. "Now let me go Damon."
"So you weren't trying to get back at me because of Vickie."
Bonnie couldn't believe this shit. "I don't give a rat's ass about what you do Damon! If you want to fuck her then FUCK her! I don't care! You don't owe me anything and I don't want you to. You are free to do whatever the hell you want!"
Damon glared at her. "Because I'm not your man, right?"
"Right!" She yelled angrily.
"And what if I told you that I want to be your man, Bonnie?"
That took the wind out of her sails. "Damon stop." She said looking away from him, not being able to take the intensity of his eyes. "You can't say things like this to me."
"Why not?!" he asked angrily, forcing her to look at him by grabbing her chin.
"Because I'm with your brother! She said heatedly, breaking away from his hold. "I love him Damon and I want to be with him and only him. When are you going to get that through your head?!"
Damon got in Bonnie's face. "When you stop looking at me like you're ready for me to fuck the hell out of you every time I come anywhere near you!" Damon shot back.
Bonnie didn't know how to respond to that, so she backed down. "I'm not going to do this with you Damon." She said, walking away from him, but she didn't get far before he was grabbing her again.
"Damon stop fucking grabbing me!" Bonnie fumed.
Damon was tired of Bonnie denying her feelings for him and even if all she wanted from him was sex then he'd make her admit it and he'd play dirty to do it.
Damon forcefully yanked Bonnie to him, swooping down and capturing her mouth in a heated kiss, silencing her before she could utter a single word. Bonnie braced her small hands against his chest trying to pull free, but Damon placed his hand at the back of her head, holding her in place. Bonnie fought him, struggling to break free.
Bonnie never ever responded to him when he was rough with her so Damon slowed down and gentled his kiss and in a matter of moments Bonnie's traitorous body was melting against him. The dress that was in Bonnie's hand dropped to the floor as she clung to Damon like he was the only thing holding her up. Damon backed Bonnie against the bed, untying her robe and sliding it off her small body. He broke from the kiss, pushing Bonnie down on the bed and taking off his shirt and then his shoes and pants before covering her with his big muscular body. Damon slipped Bonnie's bra off her shoulders and unclipped the clasp, exposing her beautiful breasts to his blue eyes. And they really were beautiful, they were small but full with her areolas and nipples a gorgeous reddish brown color. Damon put his mouth around her right nipple, sucking gently and Bonnie moaned, arching her back. Damon kissed the valley between her breasts, his hand sliding down her body and stopping when he reached the top of her panties. Damon lifted his head and gazed down into her heated green eyes. Bonnie licked her lips waiting for him to slip his hand inside her lace underwear and touch her there.
"What you want Bonnie?"
Bonnie turned her face away. Why was he doing this to her?
Damon kissed her pretty neck. "Tell me what you want Bonnie." He bent his head and circled her left nipple with his tongue and Bonnie moaned, arching her back.
Damon stopped his ministrations and looked down into her face. "I won't touch you again until you say it."
Bonnie couldn't meet his gaze. "I want you to fuck me."
Damon's jaw tensed as he trailed his finger down her throat. "Good girl, now look at me when you say it."
Bonnie lifted her eyes to his. "Damon, I want you to fuck me."
Damon's eyes never left hers as he ripped off her lace panties. Bonnie gasped, barely taking in a breath before Damon was devouring her mouth, plunging his tongue inside her moist cavity. Bonnie broke away from the kiss.
"But first eat me." She said boldly, pushing him down the length of her body.
Damon's dick grew hard as a rock inside of his underwear.
Bonnie spread her legs and closed her eyes in anticipation. Damon was so good with his tongue; Bonnie could barely contain herself as she waited for that first lick over her clit.
What the hell? Bonnie opened her eyes when all she felt was his breath on her pussy. She sat up on her elbows and her jaw dropped. Was this mofo for real?!
"Damon, stop smelling my pussy you pervert and do as I asked!"
Though come to think of it, she didn't really ask but more like demanded.
Damon looked up at her with a twinkle in his eyes. " Bonnie, remember when you said…"
Bonnie shut him up by pressing his head to her center and cried out when his tongue finally got to work. She clutched the bed spread in her hands, struggling to breathe properly. Gawd! His tongue was unbelievable. And he just kept going and going, bringing her to orgasm so many times.
After a while Bonnie couldn't take his ministrations any longer and begged him to stop. He was going to kill her with his ravenous tongue. Bonnie tried to pull away from him and only then did Damon finally let her go. Bonnie collapsed onto the bed. Her body felt like it was made of jello; she couldn't move if she wanted to, but when Bonnie saw Damon still looking down at her kitty like he wanted to go back for more she found the strength to close her legs together.
Damon looked up into her eyes. "That will teach you from running off at the fucking mouth." He said, thinking back to that night when she'd so coldly told him that he'd never get the chance to smell her pussy again.
Bonnie didn't even try to defend herself.
Damon leaned over Bonnie and kissed her pretty lips, purposefully slipping his tongue inside of her mouth so that she could taste herself. Damon slid his hand between her legs and Bonnie broke away from the kiss. Her pussy was so sensitive to the touch.
"Damon, I can't do anything else after that."
Damon kissed her nose. "Yes you can." Damon looked into her eyes as his hand slid further south of her vagina, touching her there. Bonnie's eyes widened.
"I know how to make it feel good Bonnie. I promise it won't hurt."
Bonnie swallowed hard. Never in her life had she ever even thought about doing something as taboo as that. Of course Bonnie knew that some people engaged in that kind of sex but never had she been interested in doing it herself, not even in her most dirtiest of fantasies.
"It's okay Bonnie, it was just a suggestion. I'd never make you do something you weren't comfortable doing... but there are other things we can do." He said, looking intently into her eyes. "Do you trust me Bonnie?"
With anything else, no, Bonnie didn't trust Damon but when it came to pleasuring her body she did. "Yes." Bonnie said, looking into his eyes unwaveringly.
Damon smiled, seeing the truth in her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her mouth, stupidly thinking that she meant that she trusted him period, not knowing that she only meant with sex.
Damon asked Bonnie to lay on her stomach and Bonnie looked at him for a long moment before she complied. Damon covered her body with his, her back to his front.
Bonnie froze.
"Trust me Bonnie, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you." He whispered against her ear.
Bonnie relaxed but only slightly as Damon's weight pushed her into the mattress, pinning her beneath him. He told her to hook her legs around his and she did, trying not to panic as she did so.
Damon slowly entered Bonnie's pussy from the back and she gasped at the sensation which was quickly followed by a moan coming from deep in her throat.
Damon knew exactly what he was doing and how to make use of Bonnie's hypersensitive pussy.
He took her ever so slowly, barely moving his body, only grinding into her. Damon linked his big hands with Bonnie's as he fucked her like this for hours.
Bonnie had never experienced anything like it.
Bonnie came softly, her body trembling beneath Damon's but he kept going, barely moving his body, only doing a slow grind until he came and only then did he gently pull out of her. But Damon didn't move off Bonnie; they just laid like that and rested with him on top of her not saying a word, only feeling each other breathe.
Afterwards, Bonnie took a shower while Damon slept. She wouldn't let her mind think about Stefan because if she did she would break at the magnitude of her betrayal.
Bonnie didn't know what this thing with Damon was, but what she did know was that she loved Stefan in spite of what she was doing with Damon.
Bonnie got out of the shower drying off. She slipped on her robe and went into the bedroom. Damon was sitting up in bed with the sheet covering him from the waist down.
"I just ordered room service, since neither one of us had a chance to eat at the luau…"
"Fuck!" Bonnie said, remembering that she'd told Rebekah that she'd be back. Bonnie grabbed her phone, checking for messages. She breathed a sigh of relief when she read a text from Rebekah saying that she and Kol decided to leave the luau and go get a drink. Bonnie knew what that meant so Bekah wasn't somewhere needlessly worrying about her. Everything had worked out. Bonnie put down her phone.
"Is everything okay?" Damon asked, looking at her.
"Yeah, everything is fine." Bonnie said, grabbing her lotion and sitting down in a chair.
Damon watched as Bonnie rubbed the lotion into her pretty legs. He grabbed the pillow that Bonnie had been laying on and placed it behind the one already at his back, making himself comfortable.
"So are we going to talk about what happened or are you going to pretend this night away?" Damon asked.
Bonnie looked at Damon, rubbing the lotion into her hands. "We both enjoyed ourselves so what more needs to be said?"
"Unbelievable!" Damon said angrily, getting out of bed.
Damn, Damon really was beautiful, Bonnie thought to herself as she looked at him not really listening to him as he went off. Her eyes traveled down to his dick. He really was big and the fact that she was able to enjoy having sex with him without it hurting her was a true testament to what an excellent and rather skillful lover Damon was.
Damon finally noticed that Bonnie wasn't listening to a damn thing he was saying. She was too busy looking at his dick.
Damon got hard in spite of himself eventhough he was really pissed at her.
For once Damon Salvatore didn't feel like strutting around in his birthday suit so he covered himself up with the complimentary robe that the hotel provided to its guests, tying it loosely around his waist because Bonnie had the uncanny ability to make him feel like a piece of meat.
It worked because once he was covered Bonnie looked at his face. "Sometimes you act like a dude, you know that Bonnie."
Bonnie jerked her head back. "Excuse me?"
"You heard what I fucking said…you always act like a guy after we finish having sex. Most women want to be held after they fuck, but not you. You can't leave fast enough!" he accused.
"Are you serious right now?" Bonnie asked, speechless.
Damon ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He didn't know what the hell he was doing any more. Bonnie had him so off kilter. "What am I to you Bonnie?" he asked suddenly.
Bonnie's eyes widened slightly at the candor of his question. Bonnie realized that she had to make Damon understand where she was coming from now before things got out of hand, but maybe they already had. Bonnie sat there for a moment not saying anything.
"Damon, I don't know what you want from me but no matter what happens between us I won't leave Stefan." She said gently as possible.
But it didn't matter how gently she put her words because Damon came back at her with guns blazing.
"Yes darling, but he will leave you if or should I say when he finds out about us."
Bonnie stood to her feet. "Don't threaten me Damon."
Damon closed the distance separating them. "Look at you, trying to get all big and bad with your little sexy self. I'm not going to lie, it's hot!"
Damon tried to kiss her, but Bonnie covered his mouth with her hand. "You are one crazy motherfucker you know that Damon?"
Damon removed her hand from his mouth. "Then what exactly does that make you Bonnie?" he asked.
Bonnie just stared at him. She honestly didn't know what that made her.
That was weeks ago and here Bonnie sat outside of the motel in her car, deciding whether or not to go inside and continue carrying on this illicit affair with her boyfriend's brother.
Bonnie had tried hard to stay away from Damon but she couldn't and trying to resist her attraction to him only made things worse and oh GAWD how she tried to resist but the pull was too strong and her flesh was so weak, so Bonnie had given in to her desires and she'd slept with Damon again a week after they'd gotten back from Hawaii and they'd been sneaking around ever since.
Bonnie's betrayal was killing her because despite it all she still loved Stefan with everything in her but this thing with Damon was all consuming and it stripped away every core value that her parents had tried to instilled in her.
Bonnie was a totally different person when she was with Damon. He brought out her dark side, with Damon, Bonnie wasn't her sweet, kind self in fact she was the complete opposite. Bonnie didn't censor herself with Damon or try to spare his feelings; she didn't compromise and rarely did she play nice. Bonnie knew who Damon Salvatore was so this alone justified her treatment of him; he was a cold bloodied bastard and she treated him accordingly. Never again would Bonnie make the mistake of forgetting who he was, eventhough Damon had the ability to fuck her to she couldn't think straight.
Bonnie felt crazy because she knew what she was doing was wrong on every level imaginable, but that still didn't stop her.
She was a cheater. Bonnie was that woman.
And it scared her. Damon scared her.
Damon had a powerful hold on her and it was so strong that at times Bonnie felt like her body was no longer her own. Somewhere along the way Damon had claimed it and not even Stefan's touch could prove otherwise. And what was scary was that she didn't love Damon, everything about them was physical whereas with Stefan he had the ownership of her heart. She was torn between two men, two brothers.
Bonnie finally opened her eyes and realized that Damon was standing inside of the door of the motel room just staring at her. Bonnie wondered how long he'd been standing there watching her.
They stared at each other, neither one moving.
Bonnie continued to stare at Damon with a hundred and one thoughts running rampant through her mind. She couldn't do this. This had to stop. What she was doing was wrong and hurting the one person she loved most in this world. If Stefan ever found out it would destroy him. Bonnie made up her mind and cranked up her gray mustang and watched as Damon's jaw tensed in his handsome face before she backed her car out of the motel parking lot.
Bonnie didn't know why she was shaking as she drove home.
It was Friday evening and thankfully Bonnie had missed rush hour traffic so it didn't take long to get back on the other side of town where she lived. Stefan had left that afternoon for a boys' weekend to see some fight in Vegas at the MGM Grand and wouldn't be back until Sunday.
When Bonnie pulled into her driveway, it was somewhat shocking because she'd completely zoned out and didn't know how she'd made it home safely. Bonnie got out of her car and ran a shaky hand threw her hair and her entire body froze when Damon's Porsche pulled up behind her car.
Had he been following behind her all this time?
Bonnie hadn't noticed a thing. She'd been completely out of it. Bonnie watched as Damon got out of his car and walked up to her.
"Do you want to explain what the hell happened back there at the motel?!" Damon seethed, getting in her face.
Bonnie backed away. "I changed my mind."
Damon felt like grabbing Bonnie and shaking her, but he refrained himself from putting his hands on her because he was so pissed off and could potentially hurt her.
"You might have informed me of that before I drove all the way out to the fucking Valley and waited for your ass for over an hour in that motel room!" he yelled at her because her nonchalance was making him furious by the second.
"Will you stop making an ass of yourself before my neighbors hear you?!" Bonnie gritted out, looking around to make sure no one was around to see them.
"Fuck your neighbors…let them hear me!" he yelled even louder.
Bonnie clenched her teeth and walked away from Damon, going to her front door. She wasn't going to argue with Damon outside of her house like some ghetto ass ruffians.
Damon followed her.
Bonnie was just about to unlock her door when Damon came up and stood beside her. "Damon leave!"
"No…" Damon said shaking his head emphatically. "You don't get to have your fucking way this time Bonnie." He fired back.
Bonnie briefly closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and turned to face him. "Damon, it's been a long day and I don't have the patience to deal with you now!"
That did it. Damon couldn't stand it when Bonnie made him feel like he was something that she had to put up with. Damon unlocked Bonnie's door and walked inside of her house and sat down on her sofa like he owned the place.
"I'm not going no fucking where so deal with it!" He said glaring at her.
For the first time in her entire life, Bonnie Bennett lost her fucking shit and went off.
Bonnie stormed inside of her house, slamming the front door closed.
"Who the FUCK do you think you are?! This is my motherfucking house and what I say goes! So don't you dare come into my home and start throwing your weight around like you have a right to! Now get the fuck out! Bonnie growled, standing over him with her hands balled up at her sides.
Damon had never seen Bonnie so mad before. It was weird because part of him wanted to laugh because she was this tiny little slip of a girl looking like she was ready to kick his ass and the other part of him was so fucking turned on by the sight of her fierceness that his dick started to get hard.
Damon took hold of Bonnie's small waist and pulled her in between his legs and looked up into her angry green eyes as he slowly began to push up her skirt around her slender thighs.
Bonnie grabbed a hold of Damon's hands to stop his progression while she still had a mind to.
"You need to leave Damon…now."
Damon stood up, his muscular body towering over Bonnie's petite frame. He gently touched her face and Bonnie's mind and body waged a war inside of her.
"You know you don't mean that Bonnie."
Bonnie tried to back away because being that close to Damon was having a powerful affect on her body, but the coffee table halted her movement. Damon closed the small gap between them.
Bonnie pressed her hand to Damon's chest to stop him from getting any closer to her. "Yes I do, Damon… just leave okay."
Bonnie moved behind the coffee table, grateful for the small barrier it provided between them.
Damon moved forward, like he was going to step over the coffee table to get to her but stopped his movements when Bonnie's front door opened.
Both Bonnie and Damon's heads swung to the front door to see Stefan walk in with a puzzled expression on his handsome face as he took in Damon standing in Bonnie's living room.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Stefan asked, looking at Damon.
Damon looked at Bonnie. "Do you want to tell him or should I?"
