Chapter 10- Let Me Make You Feel, My Darling!
"Like the tiny spark of fire that consumes a forest,
the spark of love is all you need to experience love in its
full power and glory, in all its aspects, earthly and divine."
- Deepak Chopra.
It's already seven and I'm supposed to be with Mr. Salvatore now but I'm still standing in the front of my house looking at my car which has three busted tyres. I remember fairly well that my Car was in fine condition yesterday when I drove home. How come all of sudden, the tyres are busted and that too, three of them, all together?
This is definitely done by someone. Our neighborhood kids are decent enough, to not participate in such destructive activities. Then who and why my car? I examine my car for one last time before deciding to leave for work since I'm already late and Mr. Salvatore is going to get my ass for not being punctual.
Kat left yesterday night to her friend's place, So her car isn't available too. I've no other choice left than walking all the way to Salvatore Inc. With no other option in hand, I decide to message the details regarding the car to Kat so that she can get the tyres replaced.
I walk outside my house and notice Mason Lockwood; standing leaning against his car and waving at me. What is he doing here? Mason dated Katherine for brief period but they ended on a bad note and it has been like, two years after their breakup, since I last saw Mason and since then he hasn't even bothered to acknowledge us. Not that I'm complaining. It's good this way because he won't even smile at you, without a motive behind it.
Mason crosses the road, rushing towards me and greets me with a polite smile. I hope he doesn't expect me to set him up with Kat, after what went down last time. I never liked them together and it was a terrible match. Even my Dad disagreed with Mason and her dating. Noting the fact, that my Dad rarely agrees with me.
Mason flashes his phony smile and asks, "Hey Elena; Can we talk?"
I look at my watch and see it's ten past seven already and I don't have time to entertain this fool early in the morning. "I'm sorry Mason but I really need to reach for work on time; I'm already late. May be later?" I reply, knowing well enough that even later on I won't entertain him.
He doesn't seem disappointed. "Oh don't worry. I'll drop you off at your work." He suggests with the same phony smile and fake genuineness.
Really! Why is he so generous? I really do need a lift and as far as Mason goes, he's decent enough. Should I take up on his offer? I'll be reaching in fifteen minutes and wouldn't need to walk all the way. Saying straight up yes would seem too desperate.
"I don't want to burden you." I answer hesitatingly because Mason and I never had cordial relations, not even when he dated Kat. So, jumping on his offer to drop me off at work seems kind of cheap to me.
"Come on, Elena. You're not a burden." I mentally roll my eyes at his statement. "This way I can talk to you on the way to Salvatore Inc., its win-win" He suggests with his charming smile and a wink. Ugh! Does he think that makes him charming? He needs to learn something from Damon.
I agree and exhale in relief knowing that I'll be reaching before seven-thirty. Mr. Salvatore won't say much since today is Sunday and my day off and yetI'm working for him. But still, I'm quite worried as I've seen him bashing few of his employees over abysmal things and trust me it's not a good sight to even witness, forget being targeted at.
I get seated inside Mason's car and click in the seatbelt. Safety first. I look at Mason and give him a grateful smile and thank him which he brushes off as insignificant. I'm sure what he wants to talk about would be quite significant for him, not so much for me.
As soon as he starts driving he clears his throat and gets back at his talk. "Elena well congratulations on starting for Salvatore's. I must say you really bagged a great deal working with such a reputed Company."
I know Mason isn't the one to praise or do good deed for someone without expecting anything in return. He's a greedy man. I cannot be rude to him since he's driving me to my work. So, I politely thank him and wait for his further response.
Without wasting even a minute he adds, "I'll get straight to the point. I'm offering you a whopping deal for something in return."
Of course, I knew he doesn't have any selfless bone in him. Working for Media has ruined him even more. To play along I question him feigning interest though suspicious about his deal. "What sort of deal?"
"To work for me; I'll pay you thrice the amount what Salvatore pays." He declares with utmost confidence.
What! Has he lost his mind? Why does he want me to work for him? When Kat asked him to place me somewhere he was reluctant and avoided our calls. Now he offers me a deal. I don't need it; I've a better job now. "No thanks; I already have a job." I assert with a scoff.
"I know. You're getting this deal because of your job." He mentions and I look at him puzzled and to clear my confusion he continues, "Tyler mentioned me that you work under Damon Salvatore and you're placed under DLP."
"So?" I scorn, cocking my one brow. Where is he getting on with this? I regret getting in his car; it would've been better if I walked all the way to work.
"I'm offering you thrice the amount if you give me all the juicy bits and various other happenings inside Salvatore Inc., especially under DLP. No one… I mean no one knows what's going on around the CEO issue and DLP stuff. If you work for me, I'll grace you with various benefits." He elaborates trying to lure me in with these various benefits.
He simply needs favors and is labeling them as deals which will profit only him. By this he proved that he's nothing but stupid if he thinks I'll be interested in such shady deals. "This is what you wanted to talk to me? Then, you've wasted your useless time." I sneer with disdain. What the hell does he think of himself! Unlike him, I'm loyal to my employers and won't sell them out for few bucks.
He doesn't back down and tries to convince me one more time with even more confidence which borders on desperation according to me. "Nothing is a waste of time Elena. It's a win-win situation. You have a chance to earn easy money and good name in Journalism."
"Bullshit! You don't have anything to taint his image because Damon's personal life is closed off and also he wouldn't entertain such cheap and lowlife people like you. I'm not the one to betray, Mason. Also, I've signed NDA concealing and binding my secrecy to Damon Salvatore. So, Don't – Waste – Your – Time!" I snap losing my temper, the pitch of my voice so high that he actually gets shook by it.
We reach my destination and I cannot be more grateful at the timing, eager and relieved to leave his presence. But before I get out of his car, he adds. "My offer is still available. If you later on realize to take up on it." He finishes and offers me his card but I shut the door on his face and leave without a backward glance. Asshat!
We've been working continuously for five hours and I'm tired as well as hungry. I barely can concentrate on anything with my hunger demanding all my attention. Everyone is working with utmost seriousness and concentration; it feels stupid to even ask for a lunch break. I didn't even carry something to eat since Mr. Salvatore offered to treat me.
I turn and see Mr. Salvatore and Enzo busy in finalizing the plans and the whole environment was heated with serious discussions going on. Mr. Salvatore is burning both the ends of the candle while Enzo just like him was agitated and getting over the plans.
"I need those maps from 1864 and these aren't the one. I can't order a plan for construction without knowing the base of those hills." Mr. Salvatore shouts at Liv Parker who's working under this project with us. I pity her that she's on the receiving end of his wrath for not providing maps on time even though I informed Liv beforehand.
Enzo interrupts after observing those maps and holding them out for Mr. Salvatore to look. "These are from 1920 and are said to be the oldest. What crap!"
Mr. Salvatore looks at those maps and various others trying to brainstorm a way out but coming up with nothing. He gives a look to Enzo, but he disappoints him even more by adding, "Until I know, I can't finalize Damon. I don't want Salvatore Inc. to get charged with court case and fines from EAG"
Mr. Salvatore huffs and runs his hand through his messy hairs which were neatly set until he constantly started running his hand through them due to the stress and pressure to complete the work today itself.
He looks at his watch and announces everyone to take lunch break. This lifts up my mood as I was ravenous and if this announcement weren't made I would've eaten Mr. Salvatore and filled my appetite. Though, I'm sure he would taste mighty fine.
"Gilbert" He calls me from his space on desk. "There's an Italian Eatery down the road; would you like to try that?" he questions as soon as everyone leaves while I was arranging and folding all the spread files neatly into a corner.
I give him a nod trying to suppress my excitement to finally have some tasty Italian food in my tummy. He gives a grin in return, for the first time today. The seriousness and urgency of today's work had made everyone's mood grim. Glad to be freed from that and have some leisure time.
After a short walk of about fifteen minutes from the site, we reach the small woodsy and old architecture build Italian Restaurant name NONNA IN CUCINA; I don't know what it means but Mr. Salvatore surely knows this place since he located this near the woods.
We get inside and the place is nothing luxurious or classy but homey and warm and I immediately like it. There were only four-five tables and everything in the interior was made from bricks and wood. The delicious scent of Italian herbs and tomato was in the air; this made my stomach grumble in protest as why wasn't it being fed despite the alluring smell. Mr. Salvatore turned to give me a faint smile and pulled a chair for me to sit down and then got seated himself.
"You should've told me you were hungry." He told giving a pointed look and I felt blush cover my cheeks because he heard the grumble in my stomach. "I would've taken a lunch break sooner. Next time don't feel shy to raise such concern if I forget." He chastises and finishes with a loving smile.
It always makes me wonder that how quickly his moods and disposition change. "I didn't want to disturb. Everyone was working hard and concentrating on finishing up the work quickly." I explain guiltily. His care and concern towards me was the last thing I expected today.
"It doesn't matter even if I'm engrossed deep in work, if you are hungry, you just need to remind me, Elena" he states with full sincerity and finishes with saying my name like a melody.
He always addresses me by my surname and listening him say my name like that made something flip in me. His eyes were warm and exhibited genuine concern. I prefer him more like this, caring and genuine; all his walls down and true self exposed. He rarely ever shows his true feelings or thoughts. I've seen him work and take firm decisions with no trace of emotions and utmost professionalism; like today, even though he's stressed and agitated, it isn't noticed in his face that easily.
"Damon, il mio ragazzo" A woman with heavy Italian accent abruptly shouts near our table; making me jump in surprise.
I turn and see a plump woman in her late fifties with pale skin and dark hair, pull Mr. Salvatore in an impromptu hug. Even more surprising is that he recognises this woman and embraces her with same excitement.
"Dona, Come stai?" Mr. Salvatore mentions to that woman with a huge smile on his face.
I watch them converse in a language which I don't know for sure to be Italian. It seems like Mr. Salvatore frequents this place as they know each other quite well with the way they're talking as if they're some long lost friends while I idly sit and stare at them.
After done with their meet & greet that lady notices me and gives me her huge smile and pulls me off chair, almost making me stumble and fall over her, she hugs me so tight that it constricts my breathing and then pulls back to look at me closely and mutters, "Bell'Angelo" then kisses my forehead. I stare at her clueless and look at Damon for some answer.
She turns to look at Mr. Salvatore and mentions quite proudly, "hai una bella moglie." And I see a hue of red cover his cheeks and he looks down shyly, scratching his scalp from his finger which he usually does when he's out of his element.
I'm curious to know what this woman said to Mr. Salvatore that he's blushing. It's then I decide to break the langauage barrier and interrupt, "I'm sorry but I don't understand what you're saying." I mutter with a smile and confusion etched on my face.
That lady looks at me guiltly and states, "Sorry caro, I'm Dona. This is my restaurant."she waves her hand around the small homey place, quite proud of her achievement and I give her a smile and she continues, "I was just saying Damon, that how beautiful his wife is..."
What! Mr. Salvatore is a married man and I thought he was gay? I knew there has to be something wrong in my assumption.
"You're so beautiful caro. You both are a match made in heaven." She gushes with happiness looking at both Mr. Salvatore and I dearly. "I thought this ragazzo will never settle down. He's little mischevious but you'll hold him down good." She takes my hand and places it in Damon's and I can't help but feel the same sense of warmth flood through my whole body, whenever we touch. A little touch from this man makes me feel something, I've never felt before.
"Last time he came here, he told me about his engagement and now he got you." She mentions looking at both of us lovingly. She gives our hands squeeze then gives us menu and leaves us to decide on some dish.
After the revelations from Dona, there's an awkward silence filling on our table and I can't decide whether I should question Mr. Salvatore about it or not; if yes then what should I even ask? I mean is he engaged or married? Because if he's then there's no mention about it on tabloids as he was recognized as 'The Most Desirable Bachelor'. All of this is so confusing; I mean did his engagement break? This isn't a polite conversation topic which you can casually question someone.
I look at Mr. Salvatore and his gaze is focused on something out of the window. "You're thinking quite loudly. Go ahead and purge." He comments and turns his gaze towards me, placing his hand on the table and I notice that there's no wedding band on his finger. His expression is stoic and his walls are up like he's bracing himself for a blow.
"No matter how much curious I may be but it's none of my business. I don't know what happened in your personal life but I'm sorry that you went through that since she mistook me for your wife. You don't have to be ashamed of who you are." I state with complete genuineness, suppressing my curiosity.
He looks quite shocked, not expecting me to be so nonchalant about this, though he looks a bit relieved from my comment. I don't mention anything further; if he feels comfortable he will share. I shouldn't pry in his personal life. I would feel violated too if someone would poke their nose in my past. Some boundaries should be respected.
He doesn't mention anything further on this topic and I'm bit disappointed; I wanted to know what happened to him. Is this the reason he's so cold and rude? I want to know everything about him including his likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, even the most boring and minuscule of detail; I would want to be his confidante with whom he shares his deepest fears and pain. But I know I'm getting way too ahead of myself here. We barely know each other and he's my Boss not a friend.
"What would you like to eat?" He questions breaking the insufferable silence and I smile at him. "Everything here is delicious." He claims. His voice a bit upbeat and I'm confused at his sudden change of mood but mention nothing about it. Bipolar! I don't want to go back to that unbearable silence, so I welcome this change.
"I don't have much idea about Italian dishes that are listed here except Pizza and well Pasta…I don't know what this place's name even means! I sucked at learning languages. I wish I were more into it…" I answer looking through the menu trying to find out what to choose from various delectable items; unknown of his stare on me and my every little activity.
He laughs. Literally laughs at my response and I look at him puzzled. What was so funny? I glare at him but he doesn't stop even then. I huff and slap the menu back on table. He can laugh all he wants but I wouldn't say this to him. It's better than his unreadable and pretentious façade. I rarely find him so free and happy and the way he's laughing makes my heart melt and love surge for him.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laughing no matter how cute and funny you look while mumbling to yourself." My heart flutters at his words but I still glare at him and give him a look of indifference.
He continues with a chuckle, "This place's name is in Italian, it means Grandmother in the kitchen. If you want I can place order for you; just say what you're allergic to or don't want in your meals."
"You know Italian! Oh yea, Salvatore is an Italian surname…I mean… of course you do, since you were conversing with Dona." Think well before you speak, Elena. He knows Italian. Why wouldn't he when he's Italian. "About that, what did she say to me when she kissed my forehead?" I question him curious to know what was all that about.
He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement and answers, "Well, since now you know about my lineage; it wouldn't confuse you further. Bell'Angelo means beautiful angel in Italian." He comments and continues, "Which you definitely are…" He whispers in a husky voice, looking at me in what I think is wonder and pure admiration. What I wouldn't give, to forever be on the receiving end of this look.
I break our stare and clear my throat, uncomfortable with his unrelenting gaze. "Yes, you can order for me since I don't know much about here. Just make sure it doesn't have pickles; I don't like them" I quip breaking his reverie.
He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me suspiciously making a weird face. "You don't like pickles; what's wrong with you?"
Few hours later, someone from the team of DLP…
He couldn't believe that Salvatore knew about EAG meeting. Sunny would be so disappointed and she'll skewer him like a kebab for getting wrong information. Watching that Salvatore and his stupid minions working on the site of Dunham Lake on a Sunday was a shock.
Salvatore is a workaholic and devotes all his time to work but making his small brained employees work for him on Sunday too? That's a new level of dedication!
This isn't his concern how Salvatore makes his employees work but how the hell Salvatore knew about EAG meeting?He will have to call Sunny, to inform her about the change in plans, more like fail in plan.
He calls her, praying to the almighty to safeguard his soul. He was never religious but such situations make him a good Christian Boy since Sunny isn't a mentally stable woman.
"What!" She screeches on phone already pissed without hearing the bad news; which got him even more anxious.
"Salvatore is here and riding everyone's ass to work and complete the plans today itself." He informs in steady and firm voice albeit a bit scared but trying to hide it well.
"No!" She screams and the phone slips from his hand. He knows what he's doing taking the help of the psychotic duo, well aware that they're insane and cannot be trusted. But no one is better than them to have the connections and power to avenge Salvatore.
"What do you want me to do?" he questions even though he knew he cannot do much but still he has to show off his loyalty to her; if he wishes to remain in her good grades.
"Go to hell, you good for nothing piece of shit!" She hisses and he cowers from the pitch of her voice. Damn psychotic bitches! "I'll take care of it and you better run out of the site before you get beaten down along with that Salvatore." She warns and her voice holds the same grim and evil tenacity. She disconnects the call leaving him puzzled over her last statement.
After a while, he sees a group of men who had their face covered with black cloth and had a weird jute bag with each of them; dragging it as if it were filled with rocks. Those strange group of men started hiding themselves out of the sight of anyone. They did nothing except waiting and so he sat there observing what those people were up to.
After a while, he saw a brunette come out from Salvatore's Cabin and the strange group of men gave each other some signal and reached for their huge jute bags and got out few big stones. Stones! He couldn't fathom why would they carry a bag filled with stones?
His query was soon answered as they aimed their stones near that Brunette, not exactly hitting her but pelting stones near to her. Are they crazy? What the hell were these men doing? That brunette was screaming as a man grabbed her and was forcefully pulling her away. Her screams got others attention and other employees were running out and trying to get her free but those men pelted stones at them; some of the employees getting hit.
It was then he knew; this isn't some protest by locals but ordered by Sunny. He fled from the site to avoid getting pulled into chaos or hit by a stone.
Hearing Elena's screams, and sounds of shattering windows and chaos got him to rush out to check is she's alright. As soon as he rushed out, he saw locals pelting stones and damaging the property.
One man was pulling Elena forcefully. His blood boiled at that sight; how dare a filthy man laid filthy hands on his Elena. He clenched his fists in pure rage and rushed ahead. He caught hold of that man trying to grope his Elena. He punched him square in the jaw and kept on pounding his fists on his face and nose; that man's blood sputtering on his fists and before he could lay other deadly punch, a stone hit his head, making him lose his balance and clutch his head because of the pain and blurry vision.
He fell on his knees and he saw a blur of brown hair in front of him pulling him away before one more stone could struck his head. She was caressing his face with utmost gentleness and pulling his hands away from wound and covering it with her soft hands. She ordered someone to help him up while she pushed his hair back from his forehead.
She bent down and then he saw her eyes filled with tears. He didn't want her to cry; he wanted to wipe those tears away but he was so dazed that he couldn't even figure out for his life what exactly was going on.
"Damon, look at me. Can you hear me?" Her voice hoarse filled with worry.
He shook his head in affirmation, feeling even dizzier and felt someone help him up and take him inside the cabin; all the while his hand clutched with Elena's little hand. He held her soft hand firmly, not wanting to part from her warmth and soothing presence. Elena pushed him to sit on the sofa and placed a bag of frozen peas on his wound.
"Shit!" He hissed from the pain but when he looked up at Elena she had dried trails of tears which ran down her cheeks. He could care less about himself. He just wanted to know if she was alright after that creep was holding her hands and pulling her forcefully. Even the thought of someone harming her made him filled with pure rage and he clenched his fists not realizing they were swollen, from beating that bastard to almost pulp.
He winced from the pain and Elena turned her concentration to his swollen bloodied fists. She gasped at the blue and red hands which looked quite scary to be honest. To lighten up the mood, he bragged, "You should've seen the other guy. He was–" but she cut him through.
"Yes, I did see the other man whose face was covered with blood while you kept on punching him, despite me screaming not too." She snapped enraged. "Are you insane? Have you no care for yourself? You scared me to death when I saw you bleeding from your forehead." She sobbed but maintained her anger. "Of course you could care less for your sorry ass. Idiot." She scoffs clearly disapproving of his behavior.
Any other woman would be impressed on the caveman behavior of a guy for protecting her. But Elena Gilbert? Not so much.
"Elena" He whispers her name with such affection trying to ease her woes.
"Shut Up. Don't use your blue-blue eyes on me." She snapped and he decided it was wise to shut his mouth, before he further enrages the Lioness.
Though, he clearly heard her praising his eyes. He smiled at her despite her rage knowing that she cares for him. He never had a person caring for him like this nor did he let anyone baby him. It felt wonderful to be honest and he was willing to be wounded just to have her attention on him.
Soon a Doctor was called by Elena, who cleaned and bandaged Damon's wounds and gave him an injection to protect from infection. He was suggested few medications to relieve his pain. It wasn't big injury by any means but just a little bloody. But Elena wanted a thorough examination to know if he was fit and fine.
Elena looked at him and sighed in relief that he was alright and patched up. She couldn't remove the sight from her mind which she witnessed today. First, Damon beating the crap out of that man. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him lose his cool and bashing that man not even stopping when she was telling him to. Then, the sight of him bleeding and in agony. The scene clenched her heart; it felt as if she was the one who is feeling that pain and without thinking about anything she ran towards him to pull him away from another hit.
She studied one whole year in medicine and still the sight of blood makes her squeamish. She couldn't tolerate it then and cannot even now. She was terrified when she saw him bleeding and couldn't stop the tears from flowing down freely. She wouldn't want him to go through this because of her. She cared for him too much to let anything hurt him.
She looked up at Damon and cleared her throat catching his attention. There was no one in cabin apart from Damon and Elena. He had dismissed the doctor and other employees to have a moment with her alone.
"I'm sorry…." She whispered in breathy voice, embedded deep with emotions and looked at his hands which were bandaged and continued, "Why did you do that…You knew well enough that stones were being thrown at us from those crazy mob." She sobbed, tears running down her rosy cheeks.
He got up from his seat towards Elena, and cupped her face delicately with his hands tilting it up so that she meets his eyes. He wiped those tears that were running down her beautiful face, from his thumb and gave her a faint smile. He bent down to leave a wispy kiss on her forehead; trying his best to convey from his actions how thankful he is for having her.
Million thoughts were running in his mind but he couldn't even voice one. He felt something for this silly girl which was beyond him. How to frame words about why he beat up a man for her? He never lost his cool like he did today. Beating a man down was so beneath him despite his temper issues. He didn't regret it one ounce and would gladly do a repeat of it, if ever any other person lays a hand or so much even looks at his girl as such again. The protectiveness he felt for her, was at proximity today. He cared for her and wanted to keep her safe and secure. No one messes with people he loves. That's all!
She looked at him and all she saw was care and concern. All the thoughts about him being a selfish and cold man, faded away. The vulnerability she saw in his eyes the day he apologized to her was back, but this one was different. She saw a total different side to him today; one of a protective man and other of a caring soul. She never thought that this man was capable of such soft emotions. The way he wiped away her tears and held her face, did things to her body; she felt a sense of calm and warmth spread throughout her. She just wanted to hug him and feel even better but she knew it would not only be inappropriate as he's her Boss but also cheap to cling to a man who wasn't her husband or boyfriend.
Unbeknownst to them, a spectator was witnessing their personal moment and was way ahead in knowing and guessing their feelings better than they did themselves. But he wouldn't jump to conclusion; he would rather test and observe them before finally conveying this to Shane. It's time that Salvatore starts to have a weakness too. It's always easy to lure the fish with bait and damn well he wants that brunette to be Damon Salvatore's bait thereby being his weakness.
After today's ordeal and chaos, every employee was sent home for their safety even though the development plan wasn't finalized. Mr. Salvatore was calling and talking to Klaus, his lawyer and many other people informing about today's incident. He was still in sour mood and vexed. Though he was not in pain and was having no signs of injury beyond the visible one's, he still needed rest.
Luckily everyone else wasn't hurt much from this incident. The only issue was that those people fled away before the cops could catch them or question them.
Enzo enters the cabin with a bandaged arm as even he was bruised. His face contorts in all forms of displeasure and tiredness. "It wasn't done by locals" He declares breaking the silence and continues, "I saw those men with bag full of stones and face covered with some cloth. They were prepared for this, Damon. No one outside DLP team knew about our decision to work on Sunday."
This means, it was sabotage and not a protest by the locals against development. Tyler was right that DLP is a hot ground for politics. What if someone was seriously injured? How can people stoop so low for their own advantage not caring for someone's life!
Mr. Salvatore considers over Enzo's information and spoke. "I know. Locals wouldn't stoop this low to target a woman and treat her poorly." He asserts looking at me and continues smoothly, "I received a tip, months ago about there being a rat inside DLP. This incident confirms my doubt."
Enzo nods in understanding after absorbing new information. "Damon about EAG–"
Mr. Salvatore cuts him off and states. "Don't worry about EAG. This news of protest was captured by some reporter and is doing rounds of media. Also, Stefan had a talk with EAG over this and stated this life threatening, granting us extension." After listening to him, Enzo and I exhale in relief knowing we have more time in our hands.
Mr. Salvatore turns to look at me, then faces Enzo and speaks, "Few of our cops will bash random locals to set them straight thereby giving out a clear message that such incidents are not taken lightly by Salvatore's. There would be no repeat of this, ever"
I'm appalled by Mr. Salvatore's revelations and decide to interrupt. "This is wrong!" I counter. Mr. Salvatore and Enzo both turn to looks at me and I continue, "You know that locals have no hand in this then why they should face consequences of the act they didn't do." I assert disturbed even by the thought of an innocent person being harassed and beaten.
Mr. Salvatore rolls his eyes and rubs his forehead and asks Enzo to excuse us. "You were attacked. God forbid if that stone was aimed at you instead of me. I would've ripped them apart." He argues, his voice threatening which leaves no doubt that he would've done that.
"I wasn't and you weren't attacked by those poor people." I counter and move towards him and hold his hand in mine, trying to get to him that what he is doing isn't just unethical but also unfair to them.
I stroke my thumb softly over his hand and cup his jaw lovingly from my other hand and explain. "You need the support of locals if you wish to further pursue working here. If such incidents happen in future, these locals will come in support of you. Rather than targeting them, come forward and ask for their protection. This will raise your respect in their eyes."
He looks into my eyes and the corners of his lips lift in a soft smile. "You're a wise woman Miss. Gilbert." He comments
I blush and try to pull my hands away, but he holds it even firmly. He focuses his gaze on our joined hand and then looks up at me and leans forward to place his forehead against mine. His warm breath against my cheeks raises chill bumps all over my skin and I suppress a moan. I try my best to control the flippy-floppy things which are wild in my belly. My whole body is strumming with renewed energy just by his proximity and this inmate moment.
"Not only this; no one deserves to be punished for a crime they didn't commit." I whisper holding his gaze and in that moment something shifts, forever changing our equation.
I get inside Mr. Salvatore's car not realizing where I'm sitting and push myself back only to come in contact with not a soft cushion of seat but a hard male chest and muscular thighs beneath me. Oh No!
Damon's breath touches my neck and I freeze, he comes close to my ear and whispers, "Miss Gilbert, I didn't knew you were so eager and naughty" and brushes his hand down the length of my arms and continues, "Otherwise, I would've pulled you into cabin's bedroom with me" and gives a throaty chuckle.
I abruptly get up from his lap, hitting my head on the side handle of the car with a thump and fall back down on his lap, again. He holds me down and pulls my hand away from my head and examines the spot that has hit. He rubs the sore spot, all the while, I'm seated on his lap and my cheeks are red with embarrassment as well as his near presence which is burning me up. The heat is radiating off him in waves and I can feel them till my core.
"Don't worry. Let me apply some pressure so you don't get a goose egg on your head." He pushes his palm against the sore spot and I yelp. It hurts… but the way his left hand rubs my back, makes me feel comforted and adored. Oh dear! I don't wish to leave his presence. I love the attention he's showering upon me.
"I'm sorry, does it hurt too much? I shouldn't have surprised you like that…" he mumbles guiltily and I don't look at his face fearing the reaction of not him but mine. I wouldn't want to do anything stupid that could jeopardize our new understanding and friendship.
I shift on his lap to get my heel out which is twisted under the seat but he holds me down, halting any further movements and whispers in a throaty voice, "I'm still a man, Elena. Rubbing yourself on me is going to give a reaction." And I feel the reaction he was talking about, poking me.
Unlike before I lift myself carefully from his lap and sit down beside him. Not daring to look towards him, as my face is surely a deep shade of scarlet. This is the new level of embarrassment and sweet agony even for today; that I would've never expected to cross with my Boss. Though, I'm sure that we've crossed all the limits of professionalism today but I wouldn't dare defy them further. I miss the feeling of being seated on his lap. Stop it, Elena. What the hell are you even doing? What's wrong with you! I chastise myself for having such wrong and inappropriate thoughts.
He pushes a button and the partition in the car is pulled down. "Mr. Letterman, change of route. We'll be going to Mrs. Flowers" he informs his driver, who may be around fifty-five with salt-pepper hair. Mr. Letterman gives a nod and Damon pushes the button to pull up the partition.
Damon turns to look at me and gives a wink. "Let's get you an ice-cream Miss. Gilbert. I've heard from my mother it soothes the boo-boo." He chirps with a naughty grin and I chuckle. Did Damon Salvatore really say boo-boo? He's so cute and adorable.
"Does it still hurt?" he questions with concerned eyes.
"No, I'm fine. It's okay. You don't need to buy an ice-cream for me" I protest. Even though he's being so kind and caring I'll have to keep in mind that he's my Boss and today's situations have already been uncomfortable enough that I don't need more to add on to that list.
"No. We're eating ice-cream and that's final unless you're lactose intolerant or one of those women who don't want to add calories. Plus we're twining, getting hit on head and all" He retorts raising his brow playfully and pointing at the bandage to the side of his head.
I look at him and smile. His walls are down and he's free from all his worries and wouldn't want anything more than to spend more time with him. It's around him that I'm uninhibited. He's an attractive man with a depth which lures me even more but I'll have to remember that he'll never be interested in an ordinary girl like me. I shouldn't delude myself into thinking of something that will never happen.
I agree not so reluctantly, suppressing my excitement to be in his presence some more. He's being so sweet and today there's a different side of him being showcased. I don't want to ruin this moment. He gives me a smile of thousand megawatts which makes my heart skip a beat. This man is bad for the heart, I'm sure! Who knew that Damon Salvatore isn't as arrogant and ruthless as he exhibits?
Unlike the morning, we talk and laugh on the drive to the ice-cream shop. I got to know that he's an adventurous person and have done river rafting, horse riding and even bungee jumping. He has been on many trips with his friends to many countries and he lives life on the edge.
What surprises me is that he's so different from the Damon Salvatore I read about or heard from Tyler or in media. Nowhere there's a mention about his adventurous side or that fact that he was a trouble maker and a reputed bad boy who wore black leather jackets in school and college.
"A life without risk and danger is barely living. Everyone has a passion and thirst for something. What about you, Elena?" Damon questions, looking at me intently, expecting to hear some wild encounters like he did on his trips.
Unlike him, I never lived my life on the edge. I always planned and went ahead. I was one of those boring types who curled themselves with a book and were content in it. I disliked drinking and partying, so I seldom went with my friends to such places.
I've nothing to offer him that will capture his interest. That's more of Kat's department… partying, having fun, and having no care in the world and still being a Doctor, making daddy proud. Living her life to the fullest!
I try and think of any adventure I ever had but come up with none. I always felt so small in front of Kat due to her achievements and now even Damon. I guess, I barely live my life…
I clear my throat and push my hair behind my ears and turn to look at Damon, focusing on his crystal blue eyes and smile. "I never had one" and turn my gaze towards the view outside the window. I don't want to dwell on it and go back to my insecure self and have a meltdown in front of him.
"I never had one" she states with a bittersweet smile and quickly turns her face towards the window.
Did I do something wrong? We were having a really good conversation when I decided it'll be a good chance to get to know her but her sudden change in mood and abrupt answer left me curious. I wasn't the one to give up. So I quickly question her, "What do you love to do, Elena?"
She turns and looks at me for few moments and starts telling with a huge grin on her face, definitely happy. "I love reading… I have read many books on adventure, mysteries and Romance."
Oh! She's one of those Romantic I believe in never-ending fairy tale kind of love girl. I'm so out of my element in here. I barely know anything about love or romance. The romance in Bedroom is something I'm well acquainted with but I'm sure she isn't talking about Fifty shades of Grey kind of romance but the Notebook or Disney one's.
I always distanced myself from such women knowing I've nothing to offer them but disappointment. They want everlasting and fulfilling love which is nothing more than a fantasy. How would I give a woman an everlasting love when I'm barely home and always engrossed in work? No matter how big of a liar Rose was; she told the only truth which I still agree that's I'll never be able to keep a woman happy.
I laugh at the thought if Elena were the one I choose to settle down with; Oh dear! Every day would be an adventure with this silly woman. She demanding my constant presence and grand romantic gestures whereas, I'll only be gracing her with huge gestures and lasting presence between the sheets. That's all I'm capable of!
She looks puzzled by my reaction; not knowing my crazy thoughts. "Girls who aren't into romantic sap are rare few on this earth. You're a typical crazy romantic girl who believes in everlasting love." I mock her but she takes it personally and it's quite late to realize my mistake and take back my words.
She furrows her brow and looks a bit mad and jabs, "What is wrong with that? Let me guess, you're one of those cynical assholes who don't believe in love and claim all nonsense but are dying inside for love and attention, but are too proud to admit it."
What! Where is this coming from? "I'm not pathetic to believe in all this crap, Miss. Gilbert and have no need for such crappy things in my more than perfect life. I'm mature and sensible; I can distinguish real from make believe" I assert knowing all too well that such things only exist in movies in books; not in real life.
"You mean I'm pathetic, immature and senseless?" She screeches. I counter knowing she's taking in wrong way, "I never said you're pathetic-" but she cuts me off, "I'm not mentally ill that I cannot distinguish real from fantasy. Jumping from hills doesn't make you brave and smartass. I don't need alcohol to have fun; I don't have a miserable life which can only be fun when I forget my problems with dousing copious amount of alcohol." She barks enraged.
"You need guts to do bungee jumping, river rafting… and alcohol lets you lose control and have fun. You're one of those control freaks who are worried if they get drunk they will get their prissy image rotten." I retort smugly knowing that I hit a nerve. Not realizing that I should probably shut my mouth and accept my defeat before her. My brain supports this decision while heart finds it to be irrational. I shut heart up and push him aside; it never did benefit to listen to it.
Have I ever accepted defeat? No. But in some time I'll learn a valuable lesson that it's better to accept defeat than be targeted for no reason.
"I'm not a control freak–" she counters but I brush her off.
"Oh please, anyone can see that your life is boring as hell and your old school views sure as hell don't cater fun loving moments." I jeer still not realizing the grave mistake I'm making.
"How dare you!" She screams and pushes me roughly against the car door and I'm astonished by her strength and reaction. My eyes are wide as saucers and I look at her fuming and breathing heavily so close to me. Her cheeks and nose are red in rage and her knee so close to my crotch, just one kick and I'm dead; luckily she's clueless in the fit of her rage that she's straddling me.
Her proximity and anger are turning me on and all I want to do is kiss those red plump lips of her. Just a little tug and I can kiss her easily in one fell swoop. How soft they would be… Divert your mind, Salvatore. This isn't respectful.
To divert my mind, I turn my eyes down and I wish I didn't because the middle button of her silk blouse is open and I can clearly see the red lacy bra and not matter how much I try, I can't take my eyes off of the view. Stop looking at her inappropriately. Mom will be so ashamed at my behavior. Why am I thinking about Mom? Disgusting!
What am I doing and what is wrong with me?
I was never the one to objectify women but today it seems to be adding on the list of top disasters you can do in a day!
I gulp. "Elena you need to-" I start but she cuts me off, not allowing me to let her know about the loose button of her blouse.
"My life isn't boring. There is no compulsion that I can have fun only by getting drunk off my ass and or being a Hobbit and get into some fucking adventure." She hisses and her bosom heaving from anger. She looks so hot! All I want to do is push her against the seat, trap her in my arms and kiss her relentlessly. Have some control, Dammit!
"Even though being in relationship, you say such crap about love? God only knows how your boyfriend puts up with you." She fumes and this snaps me out of my not so appropriate thoughts regarding her.
Wait, what! Boyfriend? I'm not even in a relationship to begin with… that too with a man? What makes her think I'm gay? I'm sure there has been no such incident that would state otherwise. Is she going on spreading rumors about me? Such bullshit can cause a major loss to Salvatore Inc. leading our shares to drop and trash our image. This pisses me off… How dare she spew nonsense at my personal life!
I catch her wrists in both my hand and pull her so close that I can feel her bosom pressed against my chest and glare at her. Sudden movement causes her to yelp and she tries to pull free but I don't give her a chance.
"I'm not in any relationship and certainly not gay. If you don't believe my words then, I sure as hell can prove it you. Trust me I'll make it good and won't leave a doubt in your head about my sexuality." I assert and leave her hands not expecting a tight slap on my face which makes my face turn and before she could get off, I catch hold of her hands tightly again and she starts slamming her little fists against my chest cursing me.
"Leave me… let go off me…please, Damon" she fights against the hold and suddenly she starts crying which halts me, making me realize how wrong my words sound and the hold I've on her must implicate that I'm going to force myself upon her.
I curse under my breath and hug her to my chest until she stops fighting against me and whisper against her hair, "I'm sorry, Elena. I didn't realize what I was saying… I would never lay a hand on you, I swear to God. I never forced myself on any women nor will I, ever. I'm really sorry to scare you… I'm sorry, darling. I really am…" I hug her tight and she clutches my shirt in her fists, sniffing her nose.
I should think twice before I speak. I'm ashamed and disgusted with myself that I made her feel I could rape her just to prove my masculinity. Today itself, I swore I would protect her against any harm and what am I doing? Threatening her, that I could easily force her into submission! The implication itself enraging me. I feel nothing better than those cheap lowlifes who harass and abuse woman against their will.
The guilt is so over powering that I feel ashamed to meet her eyes. . I would make up for this mistake I did today. I should make her feel safe not threatened. I promise to myself that I would never make her feel threatened or beneath me ever again.
I rub her back in circular motion which soothes her and me… It makes me feel so complete to have her in my arms; as if she always belonged in here. Her breath turning normal and sniffles have stopped. Her head is resting in the nook of my neck and shoulder. Her breath is brushing on my skin making it tingle. Her one hand splayed on my chest and other on waist; the part where her hands rest is making my skin burn hot.
Holding her in my arms makes me feel something so deep and pure run through my veins, that I've no name for it. It sure as hell isn't like and nothing like lust, but something even better and more like content and peace. I feel something beyond like for her because god knows the moment she turned to look at me on her first day was the moment I felt some strings in my heart come alive.
I know I'm losing my professionalism around her but I can't help it when it comes to her. She's my kryptonite. And I'll readily let her destroy me, as long as she's with me, in my arms.
I look down at her and kiss her hair and mumble the apology again. She needs to know I didn't mean it in that way and I regret what I said. She pulls back, looks into my eyes and opens the car door and before I could stop her, she runs out of the car which is standing still for quite some time, into a bar.
I was about to follow her but stop on my track when I felt my phone ringing. Damn! I get the phone out of my pocket and see my Private Investigator (PI) calling me. This gets me out of my crazy haze and I remember that I called Wes White, on my way back to dig everything and anything about that culprit and today's events.
Wes, my PI and has been working for me and Salvatore's since years. He can dig up even the most secretive and confidential records about anyone or anything. His loyalty and excellence has no match to any other PI because he's an ex-FBI. Of course, it comes at a price. He asks to be paid accordingly in big sums which I don't mind since money was never an issue with us Salvatore's.
I release a puff of air and calm myself before receiving the call. Hopefully he has something to offer and clear my doubts. I cannot keep on going like this with suspicion about how Elena was hired as well as those culprits involved in today's incident.
"Anything?" I question
"Elena Gilbert's interesting" Wes replies.
This is the longest chapter so far with 9k words. I hope you guys don't mind.
Damon isn't all arrogant and tough as he seems to be and his vulnerability and insecurities will be slowly known.
Whatever they felt for each other today was a result of little crisis. Otherwise, Damon isn't the man to get touchy feely with others. Even though both of them are faced with these new feelings, it will take time for them to act on it or even accept it.
Also, Damon will later on talk to Elena about her assumption of him being gay. ;)
Elena wasn't the aim of those goons sent by Sunny but Damon was. She had to make it look that locals were protesting and Damon specifically wasn't targeted but was hurt in chaos.
About what happened between Damon and Rose, it will be made known soon; around or before the Ball mostly.
This isn't the last of Mason that you'll be seeing.
Below are the few Italian words used in this chapter that I translated through 'Google Translate'. Not sure if they're correct but stated them below to convey their meaning.
hai una bella moglie - you have a beautiful wife
il mio ragazzo - my boy
Come stai - How are you
Next chapter will be continuation from where we left off and more of their bonding, feelings and them meeting new situations or people.
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