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-Must Love Dogs- Chapter Fourteen-

"You're going out with her again..Aren't you?" Klaus asked him, watching Stefan grab his leather jacket as he glanced over at himself once more in the full length mirror near the front door. "Yeah, you have a problem with that?" He asked Klaus, turning his head a bit and smiling as he popped his collar to his dark grey button up dress shirt.

"Stefan..Someone's going to get hurt in this little deal you have with her. Or, are you both completely oblivious to that fact? She's isn't here for good, Stefan. She could leave you and then, you'll be back to where you started..Just you, in this big house, alone. Is that really what you want?" Klaus asked, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head.

"You're the only one who knows about what's going on between Elena and I, Klaus. And, I appreciate your advice. But, we're adults and not children. If she leaves to go back home, she leaves. We'll still be friends and that's it, that's part of our agreement." Stefan told him sternly, leaning forward to place his hand on the door handle to the front door. "Now, will you excuse me? I have a to go see her."

"All I'm saying is that you're both being reckless about this! I know you, Stefan. Under that hard exterior is a man that's hurt and broken over his ex-wife. You're using sex with another woman as a distraction to avoid your problems and your feelings. You know that it won't take long. Before you're with her, lying beside Elena or making love to her. Then, it'll happen..You'll fall in love with her..Then, what?" Klaus questioned, watching Stefan's body tense and hearing a loud exhale leave past his pursed lips.

"I won't allow it to happen, Klaus. No strings attached. No emotions involved. Once, I start to feel something for her..I just go out with another woman. Elena and I aren't exclusive or tied together by anything and so, it's not going to happen." He reassured him, smiling as he finally opened the door, throwing a knowing look towards Klaus who looked even more irritated by his best friend's ignorance.

"You're going to regret this little deal once you're alone and in love with a woman you can't have or wants nothing to do with you!" Klaus shouted at Stefan, watching the door close as his hand caught it and he leaned against the door that was just a bit adjared. "So, what do you want me to do while you're off sleeping with Elena Gilbert?"

Stefan pivoted on his heels, grinning widely as he yelled back. "I don't know, Klaus...Call up your favorite blonde bartender and have her come over. Make it a date night. And, don't worry about me..You can have the place all to yourself tonight. I won't be home until the morning. That is if her and I can keep up with each other." He winked as he waved him off and walked straight to his car, sending a quick text message to Elena's number and telling her to meet him at apartments.

"I didn't think you'd show up." Stefan teased her, leaning his head into the rolled down driver side window, attempting to steal a kiss.

" Well, I changed my mind. And, you made a offer I couldn't really resist. So, I thought it would be rude to stand you up. Besides, we have an agreement..Am I right? " Elena commented, changing the subject and getting out of the car as she began smiling just a little when she turned her back to him and grabbed her purse from the passenger side seat.

"Yeah, we do. And, this place is my apartment. One of many that I own and sometimes rent out, actually. This one though, is a newer model. So, I haven't rented it out to anyone yet..It's essentially empty except for a few pieces of furniture and a bed of course. I used to crash at this complex whenever Rekah and I were having problems." Stefan explained, walking towards the 40 story building as he buzzed himself in and grabbed Elena's hand, leading them briskly through the lobby and towards the elevator.

"So, what you're telling me is that no one's been here for a while?" Elena heard herself ask him, trying to reassure herself that being with Stefan, alone and intimate in the apartment was a good idea.

"You have nothing to worry about, Elena. I came back here a few hours ago, cleaned up and stocked the refrigerator, no one was here. All I want you to worry about is having a good time with me. Because, I know that, that's all I'll be worrying about. I want to leave you wanting more of me when we aren't together." Stefan winked at her, pressing his lips against hers, just as the elevator doors closed and they were alone.

The kiss was heated and rough, making Stefan groan when Elena spun them around and his back hit against the cabin wall. He broke away from her after a moment, catching his breath as he smiled at her when he spoke. "Be patient, Elena.." He told her, smiling as he took her hand into his own just when the doors opened again and she stepped out of the elevator with him, right in to the hallway that lead to the apartment.

"So, no one's here?" Elena asked Stefan once more, this time with a glistening gaze as she watched him unlock the door, turning back to her to reassure her that indeed, no one had been in the building for a while. Elena watched the door open as he turned back towards her to speak and as he opened his mouth to add more reassurance to what he knew were her worries, he felt himself stumble back when her lips found his again and her hands began unbuttoning his shirt with a rapid pace.

The door closed behind them with a loud thud as Elena's hands ran over Stefan's now bare chest and he kissed her harder, his hands firmly gripping her hips, attempting to undo the zipper to the skirt she was wearing, hiking it up more when she pushed them back and they both fell on to the couch, laughing.

He paused after helping her take off his shirt and then his warm touch roamed over her tank top as his hands slide underneath it and Elena breathed into his ear while she stripped the fabric off of her body. "Can we just have sex on the couch?" She asked him jokingly with a grin as he laughed, hovering over her. Elena's thoughts and questions were all drowned out as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, kissing her gingerly when her legs wrapped around him and he pressed her down into the cushions even more. She felt hot and overwhelmed by Stefan's hands on her body. Although, she didn't want him to stop at all because she knew that once he did, the spark and fire that she felt inside of her would slowly begin to die out. But, just as they began taking things a bit further, Elena gave Stefan a confused look when he suddenly stopped his movements and they both glanced up to hear the front door being unlocked.

"Shit!" Stefan mumbled, pushing himself up and grabbing his shirt off the floor, pulling it over his shoulders, buttoning a few of the buttons as he threw Elena's red tank top at her. "Get dressed." He told her quickly, watching as she lifted up her body up and readjusted her tank top, pulling it down over her bra at the same moment that the door finally swung open and they both saw who the intruder was that stood in the doorway….Rebekah.

The sight of his ex-wife and made him feel ill to his stomach as Stefan froze when he heard her step foot into the room, slamming the door behind her. "What the hell is going on here and who the hell is that on my couch?" Rebekah asked, shaking from anger at the sight of her freshly cut loose ex-husband and the brunette who had sprawled herself across the white leather sofa of the luxurious apartment that was decorated with a large crystal chandelier up on the ceiling, white and gray painted walls, antiques from Paris and Spain covered every corner of the rooms and open spaces, the thick and suede carpeting squeaked under Stefan's feet as he shifted his weight, when he glanced up at her like a deer in the headlights.

"Rebekah?" Stefan heard himself ask in astonishment, watching the blonde flip her hair back, stepping further into the living room as she placed her black Coach bag onto the coffee table, glaring over at Elena. "God, I really hope that you're a mail order bride. Because, that would explain the crappy dye job on top of your head and that makeup you're wearing. Please tell me that you weren't screwing this random woman on my couch!" Rebekah told Elena in a annoyed tone, rolling her eyes as she smiled up at Stefan, finishing her sentence and directing it at him.

"Why is she in my house and better yet. Why are you here?" She spit out, crossing her arms over her plunging v-neck short sleeved Giorgio Armani dress that was knee length, accenting her black and white Christian Dior pointed toe pumps, her perfectly french tipped nails ran through her hair, waiting for her ex to say something remotely interesting as to explain the situation that she had just walked in on.

"Ha..Why am I here? I thought this place was vacant! The staff told me that they hadn't seen anyone here in weeks." Stefan elaborated, hearing Rebekah laugh as she shook her head and bite down on her lower lip.

"Weeks? I've been living here since I left that stupid dog with you and left our home that we built together. Shockingly, none of your underpaid idiots downstairs even noticed that I had returned. I mean, I was in disguise most of the time, wearing large hats and sunglasses, so that the lingering paparazzi wouldn't know who I was. But, honey..This place hasn't been vacant for weeks. I'm surprised no one ever mentioned that small detail before you started bringing your playmates here, to my residence." She told him, watching as Elena embarrassingly picked up her things and stood behind Stefan.

"You know, I shouldn't even be that surprised that you're here. This place was yours before it became mine. So, it's still legally yours even if we are divorced and all. However, I'm more shocked by her...She's a downgrade, Stefan." Rebekah added, pointing behind Stefan at Elena who swallowed the lump in her throat and softly whispered. "I'm just going to go now."

"So, tell me Stefan...Are you using her for business or pleasure?" Rebekah asked him, a glistening of mischief in her eyes as she swept her gaze across the room over to Elena with a stone cold smirk.

"It's none of your business. Leave her out of this, Rebekah!" Stefan warned, standing in front of Elena in a protective way as he stood his ground, hearing his ex-wife let out an ice cold laugh that made his blood boil.

"None of my business? She was half naked on my couch with her legs spread open as you hovered over her doing god knows what! This sure as hell as become my business, Stefan. Now, she's got two options. Leave now or stay here hiding behind you. Poor girl, here's the thing..if she doesn't leave...I won't hesitate for one moment to smear her name through the tabloids and air all her dirty little laundry out into the big cruel world that we live in. So, which one will it be?"

"I'm sorry...I knew this was a bad idea." Elena told him softly, brushing past Stefan as she gave him an apologetic look. However, just as Elena began to leave, Stefan's hand firmly gripped her arm, stopping her from taking another step out of the living room.

"Aw, sweetheart...He doesn't want you to go. How cute. But, what I really want to know then, is this- Are you using my poor and loving ex-husband as a sugar daddy? Is that it..You're a hooker and this was some sort of booty call that I accidentally walked in on?" Rebekah asked, laughing as she wiped the tears in her eyes from the joy she felt at belittling Elena.

Elena smiled sweetly, huffing out a breath as she clenched her fists and swung back her arm. Before Stefan could even realize what Elena was about to do, he watched Rebekah fall to the ground, holding her face in her hands as blood gushed from her lip on to the floor. They both watched as Elena smirked, holding her fist into her other hand as a bit of blood oozed from Elena's knuckles after punching Rebekah in the face.

"Actually, you washed up bleach blonde, bitch. I'm his business partner and not a slut, thank you very much. And as far as Stefan being a sugar daddy..I'm pretty sure that's all he ever was to you, considering you were his wife and left him with nothing!" Elena hissed, pushing past Rebekah and walking out of the apartment, grabbing her purse and huffing out a loud exhale as she gazed up and Stefan and mouthed. "I'm sorry."

"Elena, wait!" Stefan shouted after her, stepping out of the apartment and towards the elevators, watching Elena squirm nervously as she stood in front of them, waiting for them to open.

"What? I just punched your ex-wife in the face before I even introduced myself to her. What the hell was I thinking?" Elena asked him, shaking her head as the tears began to well up into her brown eyes.

"You were standing up for yourself. Which, not a lot people have ever done with Rebekah. She grew up very privileged and snobby. So, I'd say that you put her in her place." Stefan told her confidently, shrugging his shoulders back and trying to grab a hold of Elena's bleeding knuckles.

"How bad is it?" He asked, examining her hand and inhaling sharply as he ran his fingertips over the cut, pressing his lips against her skin and kissing the wound.

"It's fine. I'm just going to go home and ice it. Besides, I don't think the ice queen would like to see us together right now. So, how about I call you later?" Elena suggested, watching his face drop a bit as he suddenly leaned forward, kissing her forehead gently.

"Stefan…" Elena began to say as he smiled up at her, caressing her cheek with his thumb, smiling gently. "I know...No strings, no emotions- this is strictly business. I know. But, I just want to know that you're okay. I swear, Elena. I didn't know that she was still in town, I had no idea. I thought that she was gone for need to believe me." He told her as she nodded, biting down on her lower lip as she leaned into him, leaving a chaste kiss against his lips as she pushed back.

"I believe you. Just, go take care of her and then, we'll talk. You know where to find me if you need me." She told him, watching the doors open to the elevator as she took a step inside and smiled. "I'll talk to you later."Elena added in a reassuring tone, waving at him as the doors closed and he was left alone, standing in the hallway with his hands in his pockets, staring at the closed elevator doors for a long moment before he headed back to the apartment, feeling a tinge of something for her that he couldn't place...Maybe he was falling for her? Maybe Klaus was right..As much as he tried to avoid his feelings for her, they'd surface and it'd be hard to turn back once it happened.

"Please, tell me that you're leaving after that!" Stefan bellowed, shutting the door behind him as he watched Rebekah glance up at him through a blue ice pack on her bruised and reddened face.

"Leaving? Ha, you must have me mistaken for someone else, sweetheart. I'm here to stay, honey." Rebekah told him, smiling sweetly as she got up and walked over to Stefan, noticing that his body was tense and his face was reddened with anger by her intrusion on his time with Elena.

"That woman out there, is my business partner and a friend, Rebekah. I…" Stefan began to say, watching as her steps slowly became closer and she placed her hand on to his chest, her other hand tightly gripping the ice pack as she tilted her head to the side in curiosity.

"You what? God, I hope that this isn't some way to push me away from you by saying that you love her or something. Because, Stefan...My dear, loving ex-husband..You'd be fooling yourself if you ever thought for one second that you could ever have a future with that woman. You said it yourself, she works for you..You're her boss...And, we both know how those relationships go. They extinguish, they die out because no one should ever mix business with pleasure. And, those who do...Go down in flames." Rebekah told him, running her hand up and down his chest as he locked his eyes on to her and took a step back.

"I want you to get out, now. I don't want you here, Rebekah." Stefan told her sternly, walking over to the front door and opening it widely, cocking his head to the side and crossing his arms over his chest firmly.

"You really think that telling me to leave will do the trick? I told you, Stefan. I'm not going anywhere. Now, will you excuse me..I have party planners to call and important things to get done..Also, I'm going to need to disinfect my couch from your playmate's germs. I don't want whatever she has, because clearly..It's infecting your brain and you aren't thinking rationally." Rebekah told him in a snarky tone, turning away from Stefan with a wide grin spreading across her face when she heard him ask. "What party?"

"Oh, your brother didn't tell you? Oh, my mistake then.. Your mother called me the other night and asked if I could come back into town for your father's birthday. And, being the lovable ex-wife and ex- daughter in law that I am, I couldn't resist coming back. So, here I am. Like, I said, Stefan. I'm here to stay, whether you or your little brunette bimbo like it or not. So, I suggest you both get used to seeing me around. Because, honey..I'll be here for awhile." She replied back to him with a wink, waving him off as Stefan stood near the opened apartment door, stunned.

"Missed call...Missed call...Missed...Ah, hell." Klaus grumbled as he tapped his fingers onto the dining room table in Stefan's house, glancing up at Caroline who was picking at her arugula salad in front of her, that Klaus had ordered from a fancy restaurant in town.

"So, Caroline.." He began to say as she pursed her lips at him and smiled.

"Why don't you answer your phone before we continue this. Because, it's excessive ringing and vibrating is driving me insane!" She remarked, taking a sip of her ice water and placing it back down on to the table as she saw Klaus shake his head.

"No, I'll shut it off. I'd rather be spending time with you. It's Stefan, anyways..You know, he was the one who told me to call you over for this little dinner." Klaus told her, attempting to make small talk as he watched her head snap up and he noticed that she was holding the fork into her hands just a little bit tighter at the mention of Stefan's name.

"He did?" She asked, seeing Klaus nod as he exhaled deeply. "Caroline, if you don't want to be here with me..I'll understand."

She bite down on her lower lip, nervously shifting her weight in her seat as he watched her run her hands over her face before she stated. "It's not that at all. I like your company, Klaus. It's just…"

Her voice trailed off as she noticed that Klaus was staring at her, waiting for her to continue. Caroline cleared her throat. "It's just, I've been in love with Stefan Salvatore since I was a little girl and moving on from him as been tough on me. I like you though and I want whatever this is to progress. But, I just thought that you should know that I don't think I'll ever really be over him, at least not right away."

Klaus nodded, getting up from his seat as he walked over to her and extended out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Caroline asked him with a confused look. "Just, take my hand and let's get out of here." When she did as Klaus instructed, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Where are we going?" Caroline asked, feeling her body being pushed up against Klaus's as he smiled at her, taking his hand and lifting it to her face as he brushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her eyes and whispered, just inches away from her lips. "I don't want to compete with my best friend over a beautiful woman. Instead, I want to show you all about the great guy you'd be missing out on if you choose not to continue our growing relationship. So, Caroline tell me..Have you ever been swept off your feet?"

Caroline shook her head, laughing a little at how ridiculous his question to her way when she took a step back, her hand still holding onto his. "No, I don't think I ever have been." She told him with a laugh as he nodded and added. "Good, because that is what tonight is going to be about, Miss Forbes. We have a few more hours to kill until daylight. So, why not make the most of it, together."

"You're kidding." Caroline said, hesitation in her voice as Klaus smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm not at all." She heard him tell her as she let out another chuckle and shook her head, staring down at the floor for a moment.

"Why are you doing this, Klaus?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest as he took a step forward, placing his hands onto his hips.

"You said it yourself. I like your company too, Caroline and I'd like to get to know you more. So, why not spend the evening with me, enjoying yourself a bit." He offered.

Caroline crossed her arms even tighter across her chest as she glanced up at him and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Okay. But, you need to promise me that you'll be a gentleman and not a creepy date."

Klaus's smile light up his face as he nodded, extending out his hands towards her when he agreed to her terms. "I promise. I'll be the best date that you've ever had, Caroline Forbes. And, I'll make sure to show you the best night of life." He added with a wink, as she grabbed a hold of his hand again, feeling him lead her out of the house, Caroline grabbed her purse and cell phone before they walked together towards her car and then she asked him. "Where are we going?"

Klaus stood in front of her, the wind picking up around them as he leaning forward and whispered against her ear in a slightly mesmerized tone. "I'm a millionaire, Miss Forbes. I can take you anywhere you've ever dreamed of. All you have to do is say where and that is where we'll go."

A/N: Rebekah really does know how to make an entrance and she has super shitty timing. *Sigh*

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