Chapter 11- Intoxicating Me

"It's this head over heels,
Butterflies in your stomach,
Dream about you day and night,
Nothing's ever going to be the same
kind of Love."

"Anything?" I answer

"Elena Gilbert's interesting" Wes replies

"What do you mean? Get to the point, I don't have time for fun & games" I snap frustrated as well as confused by his innuendo. Is she good interesting or bad interesting?

After huffing Wes gets to the point. "She seems to be like any ordinary girl who grew up in good family and has good friends. Nothing much to be said here. I've mailed you her Personal Details. Though…" He answers quite quickly in a steady tone and pauses for the dramatic effect that the suspicious thing is about to be followed. If it weren't for his amazing abilities to dig and spy, I would've kicked his ass for such nonsense.

"Though, only thing out of place is that she changed her major in between second year of her medical college. There was a scandal involved in that Medical College when she quit. One of the Medical Student did alterations with the results of a National Level Swimmer. Swimmer was about to be charged in case of doping but her results were tweaked and no substantive information could be achieved, so that Swimmer was left with just a warning." He informs with excitement dripping down his words.

"Do you have any idea who's that Swimmer or that Medicine Student and do they have anything to do with Elena?" I question completely ignoring his eagerness, hoping that may Elena be innocent in all this and her timing with that scandal may be just a coincidence.

"Nothing about that Swimmer or Student can be found. But yeah that Swimmer was a female and belonged to some high status and rich society hence everything was hushed. Nothing connects with Elena…" He trails off hinting there's more to it.

"There is but, isn't it?" I ask hesitantly. I could feel my heart beat get erratic and palms getting clammy. Not her…please not her.

"She's daughter of Grayson Gilbert who's a reputed Cardiologist there and if anything could relate to her then I'm sure it wasn't made known." He finishes with a knowing tone; clearly stating that there are chances that Elena could be involved in the scandal but it was suppressed as her Father held a reputable position there.

"Wes, don't tell me you couldn't find out more about them… This isn't the reason I hire and pay you incredulous amount" I sneer making him know how pathetic all of this is. Since when does Wes doesn't have anything to offer for what I need? Never; Then why now?

"I didn't yet, but it doesn't mean.. I won't. The concealed information will be known soon. There's going to be someone who'll open their mouth to stuff some green bills in it. But it will take some time." He states confidently, trusting his more than capable ways.

But, what about me? I no longer trust myself after today's debacle! This girl is not only distracting me but also making me do some seriously questionable stuff. She blocks my common sense. In her presence it's like the Damon Salvatore reputed for his tact and skills just vanishes and takes form of some street goon who beats up those people who mess up with their girl. The thing is, she's not even my girl, for god sakes!

There has to be something that would calm my mind. "What about her connection with Branson's?" Yea, if she's related to Branson then there is no question about her honesty and work.

"Jason Branson and Elena's Father have nothing to do with each other and their families have absolutely no connection." He adds in a desolate tone and this shatters all my hope.

Before I could stop myself to reconsider what I'm about to do, my temper gets the best of me. I kick the nearby trash can with all the force making it fly and hit another car with a loud bang. Feels good but not better!

"Well that doesn't solve anything!" I yell in rage. I need a distraction… bigger than my stack of bourbon which will not only soothe me mentally but also physically.

"I know. As far as I've checked and dug there's nothing about Elena Gilbert that is conspicuous except for her sudden change of Major and Branson suggesting her." Wes adds quickly after hearing my frustrated tone and edgy attitude. He knows well that it's unwise to mess with me at this time.

"Everything you gave leads to nothing. Fucking Nothing! My questions are still unanswered. What took you so much time then?" I hiss failing to keep my tone in check, not caring a penny who listens to me on street or the fact that Wes doesn't deserve to be on the receiving end of my temper.

"It wasn't Elena Gilbert that took so much time but that culprit inside Salvatore Inc. did." He answers cautiously still uncertain about my reaction.

This diverts my attention. "What about it?" Well about time something useful happens today.

"The culprit is someone that is from your family and by family, I mean including any of your close ones, who very well know what happens in Salvatore household and Business, both!" He asserts with renewed confidence and assurance.

"How can you be so sure?" I demand knowing that Wes is a professional and not an idiot to make unrealistic and absurd claims; that too upon my Family. He knows it well enough that whenever it comes to my Family, I don't tolerate any bullshit. If they lay a finger against my Family, they lay a finger on Damon Salvatore. As simple as that!

"Brady informed me about a call that Stefan received. It was about a reminder, regarding conformation of meeting on Monday. Brady told me Stefan was shocked to know that you kept the meeting so early." Wesstates imminently, dubious himself, regarding the information.

"What! No, Stefan informed me about the meeting and I thought the date was set up by EAG?" I question baffled by his statement. There was no way I would've placed the meeting on Sunday knowing quite well that it has to take few more days for the finalization, since the maps from 1864 have vanished into thin air!

"Apparently you're wrong. Someone either hacked or logged into one of your system software and set up a date with EAG or made a call on behalf of Salvatore Inc. To do this they need any of the Director's system code." Wes argues confirming his suspicion that the culprit might as well be from our trusted circle since no one has access to the passcode which is different for every Director.

"This isn't happening!" I mumble in disbelief, more to myself than him. I can't believe that anyone in my family would be doing this to us. I run my hand through my hair since there's no other trash can nearby and I already have wounded my fists to punch anymore, forget punching a wall.

Wes clears his throat, understanding my misplaced thoughts and foggy mind from today's events, that I'm not in any state to comprehend anything clearly. Regarding my condition well, he adds, "The rat has started digging the hole and I'll need some more time to get the main culprit out. Don't stress upon it. I'll get the asshole and present it to you myself"

"Wes, I don't have much time." I protest weakly, barely any energy left in me.

"I know, Damon but trust me, taking rash decisions will lead to minions, not the Gru." Wes placates me sincerely. The amusing thing is how he knows about Despicable Me references.

"It's strange that a fifty something man like you watches animated movies like Despicable Me. This is where you've been concentrating on, instead of the work that I assigned you?" I question him mockingly, not being able to control the chuckle that leaves my mouth on the prospect of a serious and stern man like Wes watching cartoons!

"You know the name too. So, you tell me?" Wes lamely counters

"I know because of Aria, she likes those yellow little things." I say defensively. "But this isn't important. I want to know Elena Gilbert better than she knows herself. So, you better get to it." I change the topic and get back on track since I needed to go after Elena who is in that bar and doing god knows what!

"I will, don't worry." Wes asserts

"Good."

"The thing is why are you interested in that girl?" Wes questions, his voice filled with amusement which makes me roll my eyes. He may be good at reading people but I'm not going to be his experiment.

"None of your business, Wes. Keep on looking for that medical scandal; in case you find something call me." I reply in a clipped tone reminding him that he better keep his curiosity to himself regarding my concern with Elena.

"I know. Not my business. But make sure you don't lose your business because of her. A girl can do that to you." He mocks, giving a chuckle

"Whatever, You know me, I'm not a fool for love and there are plenty women to dazzle me for a night" I answer back smugly, though I'm no womanizer but I'm no saint either. I'm good at what I do may it be business or ladies.

"Time will tell" he replies and then ends the call.

I ignore his reply and proceed to run after Elena. Hopefully she's not drunk and dancing atop the bar topless! Well that would be a sight to behold but on second thought she rather not flaunt herself in front of those jerks who will be piercing her with their dirty gazes. The thought itself gets my protective side on active mode, like it did just few hours ago. Get a grip, Salvatore!

I need to make sure that she knows I'm guilty for the words that made her feel so wrong. I will do everything in my power to apologize and make it up to her if she's still pissed at me. Well now thinking about it that she thought I was gay, is kind of amusing and funny to be true. I can't even fathom why would she think as such? Not able to hold my laughter on the thought of being assumed as gay got attention of a passersby who looks at me sympathetically, probably thinking that I'm gone cuckoo! Well he isn't wrong in this respect. Ever since I laid my eyes on Elena Gilbert, my brain has been singing melodies of her beauty and wits.

Shaking his head back and forth in amusement he enters the Bar which Elena entered minutes ago!

Meanwhile inside the bar…

Elena huffs and takes a seat at barstool. Leaning on the counter, she removes her heels that have been giving her pain and strain the whole day. She signals the bartender ordering a martini. She has been through so much today, making her tired and in dire need to relax and let go, so she needs a drink. Ironical, how she used to preach her friends about the ill effects of drinking and why alcohol shouldn't be used to relieve the stress and problems of the day. Well, she'll surely be trying out something new and this isn't a place she or any of her friends frequent, so no one would know. If no one sees, it didn't happen.

The bartender places her martini and she quickly gulps it down her throat. Worst decision ever! After slapping her Boss! She coughs and wheezes immediately... trying not to choke on the bitter taste which should be sipped not gulped like water when thirsty. She really is pathetic as she doesn't even know much about drinks. Damon was just stating the fact and she got pissed on being face to face with her insecurities.

This day was disastrous in every way! It all started yesterday when Mr. Salvatore informed her to accompany him to Dunham Lake, spoiling her plans with Kat, leaving her furious. Kat was looking forward to spending quality time with her sister but it was a flop! All thanks to Damon Salvatore. He had to ruin this too!

Then, her tyres were busted and she had to take a ride from Mason who offered her a cheap deal thinking that she's dumb to be fooled by him and will betray her Employers. Disgusting! If Mason wasn't related to Tyler then she would've kicked him where it hurts the most to any man; after all he left Kat stating he was bored from her. Asshole

The awkward moment, when Dona mentioned about Damon's engagement and congratulated her for her marriage with Damon. Though, it would be amazing to have such hot mess to herself! It was going good before that bomb was dropped on them and after that Damon didn't even divulge anything about it, leaving her curiosity level high and dry!

How can she even forget the whole crazy mob pelting stones incident! That creep was trying to force her away from cabin and in that moment she was worried, worried for herself and had the fear of that man raping her. She didn't have any clue what was going around until Damon pulled her away from that creep and started punching him down even when that creep was covered in blood and barely able to fight back. She was worried that Damon would kill that creep and will have to face charges or even jail time because of her.

The moment when that stone struck Damon's head got her out of her haze and she quickly ran to get him away from being hurt even more. She couldn't stop the tears to run down the path from her eyes to her cheeks, dripping down onto his neck. He wasn't coherent or able to form words but she saw enough in his eyes; the care, concern, worry and even relief, on seeing her alright.

When he held her face and wiped away her tears, she felt something warm flow inside her veins. She felt she was valued and her presence made a difference, a good difference like she was important. He made her feel special. In that moment she saw that side of him which he shields from everyone else. He was beyond furious on the prospect of someone hurting her. He was selfless and caring… not the selfish business tycoon who could care less for others. It was that exact moment which made her feel for him.

This was spoiled by her assumptions and insecurity. Her worst assumption by far, of him being gay. She should've known when she sat in his lap and he reacted to her presence or the tender way he was dealing with her. Come on, a man looking like a walking talking sex machine can never be gay! Only, if she weren't afraid to develop a crush on him and jumped to a conclusion which made her feel that it would maintain distance between her and Damon. The moment gay word spewed out of her mouth, she regretted it and now was embarrassed beyond belief. If she could she would dig a hole and hide her face in it like an ostrich.

To top it with even more spice and fun, she slapped him appalled by his words and also started crying fearing he would rape her. Face palm! She over reacted after the events took place today and assumed a man in his position, who can get any model or actress to bed would even think to sleep with her, much less rape her. What sort of rubbish and fantasies is she concocting in her idle mind?

Damon was apologizing to her and begging her to forgive him, for what he said. Rubbing her back in soothing circles, he did his best to comfort her. The love and adoration she felt in those few minutes in his arms, she never felt in her twenty five years of boring and mundane existence.

She was ashamed, embarrassed and above all felt stupid for her behavior today. She knew he would fire her ass for slapping him as well as treating him like a lowlife than a billionaire business hotshot! She covered her face with her palms in disdain, making a fool out of herself and destroying the amazing opportunity she landed in. What the hell was she even thinking?

How could she let her insecurities get her so easily? She should've maintained professionalism and distance from Damon. Now, even more after knowing he is as straight as a line. She can only imagine what will come next. He will be pissed at her and will ask her to leave this job. She doesn't know which outcome is worse, her being jobless or never getting to see or be in his presence, ever again!

She ties her hair up in a bun and checks her phone for any new messages or calls which need her attention. Her Dad has sent her few messages and there are few miscalls from him. Ignoring them, she checks out her Instagram for any new update from her friends or any new heart touching quotes by her favorite writer. Nothing interesting, except, that her aunt got a surprise trip from her husband. Then, Bonnie and a guy being real cozy in a picture. She'll have to ask her later about it. Scrolling down to her feed she finds a familiar face but before she could take a close look at it, a man takes a seat next to her barstool.

"Well, hello… Sorry to disturb, if you were busy." A man in British accent chimes

She turns to flip that guy off but when she looks at him, he gives her a cute smile. He has a cute face with dirty blond hair. Slim fit shirt was barely hiding his muscles, making him look like clean and sophisticated male. He's nothing like Damon though, if we compare he's complete opposite of him, as Damon has everything dark and dangerous about him while this man has clean and proper.

"I'm Kol, and you're?" he introduces, breaking Elena's inspection.

"I'm Elena" She answers with confidence and flashing a sweet smile. That will do it. Who's oblivious to the smile of a girl? No one! Exception in case of women with poor dental hygiene. Elena didn't need to worry about it, she always brushes twice daily.

"Well nice to meet you, Elena. What is a beautiful lady like you doing in a bar alone?" the blond inquires being his flirty self and making sure she isn't waiting for a guy which was quite clear in his tone. If he knew how Damon beat the crap out of the man who was forcing her away, this blond will run away from her keeping miles between them. Well, he doesn't know and there's no harm in little flirting.

The bartender serves Elena her third martini and places a beer in front of that blond and gets busy with other customer's order.

"This is a bar, isn't it? I'm not sure about you but here people mostly visit a bar in need of a drink or two or may be even more, depending upon how shitty their day was and some come looking for a hookup." Elena quirks replying to his question while taking a sip of her drink and then biting off one olive from the toothpick quite sexily and then licking her lips. Only if she were this confident and sexy in Damon's presence. In his presence she's all nervous with clammy hands.

Kol laughs and tilts his beer towards Elena admiring her witty remark. He takes a sip and continues, "Yes, I very well know that as I'm here to get relief from work stress and I guess you're doing the same?"He shifts towards Elena and turns in his seat to face her.

"You can say that as my boss was riding my ass–" Kol's eyes bulge out at her answer and he laughs without abandon which makes Elena even more embarrassed.

She should really think before she speaks and what language is she even using? All because of that dammed bloody Damon Salvatore. Always uses crude languages to make her uncomfortable. His remarks remind her of that smirk of his… One day, she'll kiss that smug smirk off his face and leave him speechless. Yeah, she should do that! But He's–he's mean and selfish and jerk and ass… oh his ass!

She was daydreaming or under the influence of alcohol being silly as she missed what Kol said to her. She apologized and asked him to repeat what he just said.

Kol smiles, and signals bartender for a repeat of their respective drink and states, "I was saying that you're seriously involved in kinky stuff. I mean looking at you" he pauses and his gaze travels from her head to toe appreciatively. "One cannot think that a girl like you can be wild." He winks and finishes his beer, placing the empty bottle back on the bar top.

Elena wasn't the one to fluster and blush on his crude comment. May be alcohol did empower people with confidence and provided some sense of blunt honesty which she was about to try. "The simple one's are the wildest. Haven't you heard of don't judge a book by its cover?" she quips and places her hand at his shoulder and smoothly brushes it down touching his whole arm and then playfully popping the last olive of her martini and licking her finger good.

Her action sparks Kol and his eyes darken in a lustful haze but before he could answer or act upon it, a man interrupts them from their moment. Enraged by their interruption, Kol mutters something under his breath but Elena was too tipsy to know what was actually happening. She turned on her stool and stood up when she noticed the cause of disturbance.

Slurring a bit while speaking. "Youu…oh youu!" Elena pokes her index finger in Damon's chest and continues, "Why can't you leavee me alone? Stop following me around like a lost pup–puppy." Pissed at him, for following her to the bar annoying her even more.

Damon doesn't know if he should laugh at her intoxicating state or be mad as she was flirting shamelessly with that idiot blond. Popping that olive the way she did? What was she planning to do… sleep with that man, if he didn't interrupt them? Didn't she know what a seductress she was with all her antics and using that to her advantage to get laid when she left her Boss in the car abruptly while tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks.

It made him feel like a piece of shit for treating her harshly. He has never felt remorse for any of his actions. Not even when he punched Stefan when he was five on his nose which bleed and he did get a good yelling by their parents and was grounded for a week. Looking at Elena when she was sad or in tears because of him actually pained him. He wanted to make her laugh and smile and even get all riled up but cry, never again.

"Whyy aree you here?" Elena slurs stumbling on her feet on nothing but plain floor.

Well Damon would be lying if he said that sight of Elena drunk and not being control freak self wasn't amusing. She's always conscious of her surroundings and is prim and proper. Watching her with a messy bun over her head, dangling on her legs and slurring incoherent words were a cute sight to behold.

"Whatcha staring at? Huh!" Elena snaps angrily and places her hands on Damon's shoulders making him shudder. This man has some serious issues, she's talking to him and he's in some sort of trance. She doesn't even know if she has had too many martinis or he has indulged in some of his bourbon which he places under his secret shelf that he's reacting as such.

Her hands sent electrical shocks down Damon's whole body making him shudder. Get a fucking grip, Salvatore. She's still probably pissed at you for your behavior and is clearly annoyed since you interrupted them. He noticed how freely she was flirting with that man and seducing him, making his blood boil with pure rage and jealously! Well, jealousy didn't make him comfortable. It was a thing that was associated with cowards or unconfident people. He was never jealous of anything or anyone because he was blessed to be rich and have all the opportunities provided to him at his doorstep.

He looks behind Elena to check if that man is still seated on his seat as before. When he finds the seat empty, he sighs in relief on knowing he interrupted them in right time because what if that man took advantage of his Elena. She's drunk and is barely realizing her behavior. Any man wouldn't have left such an opportunity to get a beautiful, sexy and drunk girl in his bed. He would never be able to forgive himself if someone took advantage of Elena due to his negligence.

Impatient by his lack of response Elena waves her hand in front of his face breaking his reverie. He turns to look at her and gives her his classic trademark smirk, making her swoon. This man would ruin her and how amazing it would be to get ruined by him in the most notorious ways.

"I'm staring at you. You look cute though." Damon answers flirting with her, forgetting the fact that she's his employee or what went down today.

His eye scanning her body and that's when he notices her bare feet. She has painted her toe nails red, suits her though. He doesn't even realize that he's actually smiling while looking at her feet. He looks up at her pouty lips which urge him to kiss it but he controls himself from such wayward thoughts. She's your employee, he reminds himself; last thing he would want is to get attracted to her and then work with her daily, baring that attraction.

Fool yourself all you want, Salvatore. You're already in deep for her.

His mind mocks him. This clearly isn't healthy, is it? Your Brain responding and countering you like this! Hope to lord he hasn't lost his mind.

He interrupts the stare match between them and questions her, "Where are your heels? Please don't tell me, you dropped them off somewhere or nailed a man by hurling a shoe?" He quips as he holds her soft hands in his and rubs the thumb back and forth, giving her skin those amazing tingles and soothing his body's demand by this mere touch. That's all you're getting my traitorous body so deal with it! Damon chastises himself.

Elena smiles at his remark. No matter how much of an asshole he's but there's no one else who can make her smile like him. He has always been a bipolar person. Sometimes warm otherwise cold. But today he was different… these soft tender touches and being in his arms feeling protected. Listening to his heartbeat made her calm down and relax like nothing else ever did. He either had a magic touch or had a control over all her senses. But she knows latter would be more agreeable.

"They're at my barstool." Elena answers with a meek smile and adds, "my feet hurt in them" lifting her feet and showing it to him and then giving Damon a sweet grin that could melt his stony heart. She holds his hands more firmly and urges him to follow her to retrieve her footwear and bag. When she bends to pick her heels, she feels a wave of dizziness pass through her and abruptly stands up almost hitting Damon on his chin.

Getting the message that she's feeling sick; he holds her by her waist and whispers in her ear, "Hey, relax okay? I'll get them for you. We don't want you passing out on me or worse unloading your food." And moves ahead and picks up her belongings, making sure nothing is left behind and turn to look at Elena who's still looking at him in wonder.

His warm breath near her ear sent shivers down her spine, making her all fuzzy and dizzy not by alcohol but by his touch and mere whisper. She leaves a breath of satisfaction clearly pleased by these feelings. She wants to be in his presence and breathe in his scent. She loves these sensations evoked by him.

Damon extends his hand towards Elena so that she doesn't stray away on their way out and also wanting to touch her somehow. She clasps her tiny hand in his and follows him out of the bar. Both suppressing their crazy urges and reveling in these amazing sensations and dare say feelings?

The chill in the weather brushes Elena's naked arms and goosebumps rise on her skin. She presses herself against Damon to avoid the cool wind blowing and get some heat.

Damon looks at her tiny figure trying to find some warmth in him. This makes him feel proud and protective of her, to keep her safe from all the harm.

"Give me some space and share your heat with me." She complains to Damon and he looks puzzled at her choice of words because the heat he would like to share and the way isn't appropriate but even disrespectful. It's a good thing she cannot read his mind.

Unable to remove his jacket and offer her in a gentlemanly way due to the blood stains on his shirt from his wound, he holds one side of his coat and ushers her to snuggle up the way she wants with him. Though, some very wild form of winged creatures, are somersaulting in his belly from her proximity.

Elena pushes his jacket away and fits herself between the space provided between his jacket and his body. She cocoons herself by hugging Damon's chest quite tightly. He places an arm around her waist embracing her, holding her near to him and feeling rush of emotions to which he was so far unaware.

After she settles down, he clears his throat and questions her mockingly, "Are you comfortable? Is my body heat enough for you, Princess?" all the while holding an amused smile over his face at her antics.

"Uh-hun!" Elena muses rubbing her hands over his chest trying to warm her cold palms; disregarding the fact that her touch was electrocuting Damon's whole body. He could feel some sizzling energy pass from Elena's body to his. After warming her hands she places her head against his rapidly beating heart and moans in delight. Damon could feel his stand wavering, feeling the same burning need to kiss her red lips until swollen.

"Mr. Salvatore" Damon's driver greets him breaking the train of his thoughts and relieving him from his inner struggle.

Mr. Letterman takes Elena's heels and bag from Damon, placing it in the front seat. He opens the door for them to enter.

Elena huffs in annoyance when she has to leave Damon's side to enter his car. She was irritated by that Driver for interrupting their time. For the first time she notices his car from inside and finds every bit of luxury equipped in it. She relaxes on the plush seats of the car realizing how different their worlds are and turns to see Damon talking to his driver, more like whispering. The driver nods and shuts the car door after Damon gets in beside her. Damon turns and gives her a bottle of water urging her to drink up.

She makes a face in protest but Damon doesn't let it get him. After gulping down till the last drop, she proudly grins and returns the bottle to Damon who magically produces another one and urges her to drink it up too with the smirk on his face. She protests and shifts to the other side of the seat, as if the distance would help her and stop Damon from forcing her to drink the water.

"Come on, Elena. Stop being a petulant kid and drink this up like a good girl." He coos trying the tricks he saw Stefan using on Arianna to get her to finish her meals.

"No" She denies and folds her hands at her chest. "I don't feel good after drinking it. I'll puke if you force me." She comments in a childish tone clearly annoyed why would he want her to embarrass herself in front of him. Puking is disgusting. Not to be done in front of hot men.

Damon huffs in frustration and holds her one hand and pulls her close to him and she yelps in surprise. "If you don't drink this on your own then I'll have no option then to force it down your throat and trust me I'll ask Mr. Letterman to hold you if it comes down to it." Damon chimes feigning seriousness so that she takes him seriously and drinks water on her own.

She stares at him in disbelief with wide brown eyes. "So, what will it be, Princess? Should I call Mr. Letterman to do the honors?" Damon teases and Elena snatches the bottle from his hand and drinks it down in big gulps. He can't help but be satisfied that his trick worked. May be, he should let Stefan know about this trick so he could use when Aria fusses over her meals. Good idea!

She wasn't feeling good after drinking copious amount of water and rushed out of the car towards the corner of the road to empty her stomach. Damon runs after and pats her back soothingly since her hair was already tied up in a bun. She heaves and throws up everything.

Mr. Letterman brings a bottle of water to Damon, which Elena notices and shakes her head denying any more consumption of water. Damon holds her arms and states that it's for rinsing her mouth and washing her face. Nodding in understanding, Elena quickly cleans up and looks at Damon, to provide her with something to dry herself. He chuckles and removes napkin from his pocket and hands it to her.

After drying her face and hands, she notices D.F.S initials embroidered on it. D & S stands for Damon Salvatore… but what about F? Damon Fucking Salvatore! This made her laugh out loud, getting Damon's attention on her.

Damon looks at her quizzically and cocks his brow in question. Elena stifles her giggles and answers, "I thought the F in your name stands for Fucking" and then continues laughing.

Damon rolls his eyes with an amused smile on his face, and opens the door for her to get inside the car and mentions, "F stands for Francesco."

Elena thinks over a moment before responding, "It doesn't sound hot though. Damon sure as hell sounds sexy… I mean you can't say Damon without Damn!" and gives him a wink, giggling.

Damon laughs along with her though surprised at her blunt attitude which will die down as soon as she gets back to the world of coherence. She yawns clearly tired and sleepy by all the bullshit that took place today. He extends his arm for her, so that she can snuggle up against him for one last time. Elena happily obliges and rests her head on his chest and mumbles something unintelligible and drifts off to sleep.

He looks down at her sleeping form and smiles noticing how peaceful and content she looks. He knows that they'll have to have a talk regarding today's aftermath. He needs to clear his doubts and concerns and make sure she doesn't hate him or is mad at him for spewing nonsense. He noticed that she's quite defensive about herself, and little things can affect her moods.

He loves when she laughs and is happy around him. He will have to hash things out and make it clear for his peace of mind that she has forgiven him and doesn't hate him. He should've kept his mouth shut and respected her choices but he was afraid because she was like those girls who wanted romance and affection in her life which he couldn't provide. She deserves more… more than him.

He doesn't even know why this girl has such an impact on him. Everything she does and anything she says it matters. He looks at her and smiles at how beautiful she looks even in messy hair and clothes, and oh so cute.

Cute? Did he just find a girl cute? He didn't find any girl cute except his niece Arianna. Oh! What has he gotten himself into? He fears he knows what he's feeling but he wouldn't dare let those thoughts linger. It couldn't be… it's not possible. He just cares a great damn for her. That's all!

He looks at her, bends down to place a soft lingering kiss on her forehead. He breathes in her fruity scent and brushes her hair off her face, placing those strands behind her ear. His eyes moves down to her lips, plump and red, luring him. He cups her face delicately and strokes his thumb on her lower lip reveling in its softness.

He bends down to her face, breathing in her fruity smell, observing every tiny speck in her face. He brings his lips close to hers to give a tiny peck on her lips and calm the urge that was intoxicating his soul. But stops, when his lips are a millimeter away from hers. Her warm breath is brushing his lips inviting him for a taste, but realizing that what he will be doing, will be against her wishes, he kisses her cheek instead. Pulling back from her face he sighs wishing how much he wanted to kiss her but not like this and not this way when she's unconscious and sleeping. He's better than this to take advantage of her situation.

He noticed her blouse still has a button undone, he shakes his head side by side and buttons it up, smiling at the irony of the situation as he would rather unbutton them and ravish her. Not willing to let her go, he pulls her towards him, holding her close to his chest, might say cuddle with her. Sighing in content and drifting off to peaceful slumber with her in his arms, he never felt more relaxed and free, before. The last thought which lingered in his mind was

Elena Gilbert is his Teddy Bear.

Somewhere again…

She was intently watching TV and gushing over the ruckus she created. She was happy to stall DLP's work as well as wound Damon physically and mentally. As far as she knew Damon, which she did, real well, Damon would be planning with Klaus on how to beat up those innocent locals to send out a message. Those locals who actually did nothing but will still face his wrath. Damon's a vengeful person; he would want to inflict the pain on others when hurt himself and also would boost his power & authority above all.

All she had to do was wait for the next day to receive the news of the Press Conference Salvatore's held regarding this incident. Locals hate developers for treating them abysmally and after tomorrow's conference and getting beaten up for no reason, they will hate Damon Salvatore personally. Just like this, her first move towards destruction of Salvatore's would be done with just a flick of fingers.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" a rough and angry voice yelled and she knew who it was and why he was about to blow up a fuse.

She rolled her eyes at his unwarranted anger. "You would like to take a look on the TV screen before jumping onto conclusions." She retorted emphasizing him to look at her achievement before getting into a fit.

He huffed and pulled her from her seating position on the armchair and she whimpered in pain from his harsh hold on her. "Who told you to do that?" he shook her and all her happiness transform into fear.

"Do you have any idea that what you just did would land us in jail for years!" he yelled at her face and threw her on the floor, not able to control his rage.

She screamed in pain as she bent her arm at wrong angle from his harsh push. She was afraid of his rage; he never had any control over his actions. She looked up from her position on the ground and saw he was pacing the floor unbothered by the pain he inflicted on her. She knew what he was capable of but she loved him more than anything to ever give up on him.

He abruptly paused his pacing and turned towards her, his eyes were blood shot with the rancor. His breathing was ragged and he bent down close to her face and she cowered away from his furious gaze to save herself from another hit but he caught her ankle and pulled her towards him and she again yelped in pain. He cupped her face with force which was painful enough to leave imprint of his fingers.

"Cops have been patrolling that site to locate those goons which you sent! Do you fucking know if they go to search in deep they can locate what we are trying to hide since so long? But you bitch… was hell bent on giving that bastard Salvatore some fucking bruises to care for me or my Business." He hissed and pushed her away from him.

She was mumbling apologies to him on finally releasing what grave mistake she had done. She could only pray that Cops wouldn't locate those secret passage way, because if they did, it would bust their business, locking Shane and her ass in prison forever.

After calming down, he picked his girl up from the floor who was sobbing and in pain from his assault. He held her in his arms and made her face him with a gentle grip this time. When she looked into his eyes, he dipped his head down and kissed her with great intensity which she reciprocated.

She didn't mind and loved him no matter what the situation or how he treated her. She always looked forward for him to calm down and make passionate love to her for hours. She was addicted to his insanity and he was to her. They were called Psychotic lovers for a reason.

After a long love making session, they were breathing heavily on the bed trying to get their breath normal again. Shane's phone rang disrupting the silence and he got up to receive the call knowing well enough that reality awaits him.

"There's bad news and good news." The man said. Shane hissed and asked for bad news first.

The man took a deep breath before blurting out the bad news. Fear was evident in his voice and Shane knew this which made it even more dreadful since Shane thrived on fear of others. "Dunham Lake is under tight scrutiny after today's incident halting your Business Activities for god knows how long! The maps of 1864 which we stole from Salvatore's Office are second edition which mean–"

"They're from 1888 and not 1864!" Shane grunted completing his sentence realizing how screwed they're that they stole the wrong maps and 1864 one's might still be laying in Salvatore Inc. somewhere. He pulled his hair in frustration; it was dangerous as well risky to steal first time but now again? This time they don't even know where they could be!

Realizing the adversity of the situation that man quickly offered him good news. "Cops didn't catch the culprits."

Shane scoffed. This is what Maxfield thought was good news? Those culprits barely knew about anything. They bolting away or getting caught would've made no difference to him. "This is what you call good news, Max?" He sneered. "Day by day your brains are shrinking; I wonder one day there would be space to let out for rent in your head since its empty there!" He knew this man was useless and in comparison to Damon, he was not even the dust of Damon's shoe but he was what he needed since no one would doubt it was Max.

"I saw something…I mean Damon was getting quite cozy with a brunette–" Max tried but Shane brushed him off as insignificant and foolish.

"Shut up! I'm not interested in Salvatore's sluts. But his sex tape on other hand could help us to beat his image down to bottom." Shane added wickedly. He wouldn't mind falling so low to get anything to taint Salvatore's pristine image.

"You better concentrate on that bastard and don't you fucking get bad news next time otherwise, I'll beat you and your ass that bad you won't be able to shit for weeks!" He seethed and Max quickly hung up.

He had to find those maps as they're the only ones who have the layout of those passages and if Salvatore finds it before him then he will get to know it and it would be a cold day in hell if he let it happen and did nothing.

"Is everything alright?" Sunny enquires from behind him and his lips curve in an evil smile. The reason he was with Sunny wasn't just love or her desire to get back at Salvatore's but also about her connections to that family. He'll use her to get those maps and she would agree like a loyal bitch that she is to him.

The reason I wasn't able to post this chapter sooner was initially I fell sick and as I started getting better my tests came up and had to study for them. So, sorry for making you guys wait for so long.

This chapter was extending up to 11k words and there was still more to cover so, I decided it would be better to split it in half since there was more of Delena talk remaining post soberness, which will be continued in next chapter ;) Next will deal will Elena unveiling her insecurities and some decisions taken by Damon with Elena's influence :)

Although there are two-three more chapters until Giuseppe & Lily's 35th Anniversary aka "The Ball", I would like to know your suggestions on it.

More Delena romance? Surprises? Heartbreak? Crazy confessions from ex- girlfriends? unveiling more secrets? Or mixture of all? Or anything else?

Let me know what you would like to read in that chapter. Your suggestions and choices are really valuable to me :)

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