A/N: Before we start throwing things, I know I've been away for a while but the blame totally goes to my heifer of a muse. I got held up on the Bamon flashback, but it finally came out of me. Thanks, bb's for your patience and hanging in there with this tale. Now, I caution this chapter is a bit different because I'm telling it from two different POV's. Bonnie's and the empusae's. So you might need to read the last scene in Chapter 25 to refresh your memory on what's happening. I feel all kinds of weird about this chapter, but here goes nothing. Enjoy!
*Oh and the empusae is very crude. Just a fair warning*
Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property of LJ Smith and the CW. (Christian Grey belongs to EL James). No copyright infringement is intended.
Empusae's POV
See, there's one thing you need to understand about me. I don't thrive off of happiness. In fact, it makes me sick to the stomach. Everything becomes far too bright and when you call the shadows and darkness your homeland you want nothing to disturb it.
Want to know what I do love? Other than sucking the life force out of someone? Brace yourself. Ready? Sex. Fucking. Sure it may make me seem as if I have a one-track mind or at the very least one dimensional but I promise you, baby, I'm anything but.
I'm ancient, you see. The oldest of the old and I've been around several blocks you might as well say I have my own city. When I said I've seen, done, tasted it all I mean just that. You don't get to be as old as me sticking to your comfort zone. Sometimes you have to branch out whether you want to or not. Necessity demands it.
This time around I landed—what I thought at the time—at the jackpot. A witch married to a vampire. Hello? Does it get any better than that for a restless malevolent being such as myself? I don't like to refer to myself as a daemon though the philosophers, men and women of the cloth would argue otherwise. I like to think of myself as a celestial being with a hardened edge. Not exactly misguided or misunderstood. I had my part to play in this thing called balance as well. Only, I didn't exist to make life easier for anyone.
Do I go by a specific name? I like the idea of reinvention whenever I embraced a new vessel. I've had over thousands of aliases and they each held a special meaning. This time around I think I'd like to be referred to as Khaleesi. You can blame Bonnie's love of Game of Thrones for that.
I could have had it made because let me tell you that vampire hus—sorry ex-husband of hers could fuck like a dream, but no she playing, to use current vernacular. Nevertheless, her misery had been another type of sustenance for me and I fed on her like she was a buffet. Now because he was sitting in a corner pouting because she had been convinced the only way to get rid of me was to break all bonds, all connection and ties to everyone she loved (like that was honestly going to do anything) she was now trying to eject me. Emotion was food and there were a lot of emotional eaters out there. I just so happen to be a different kind. And I'm not going down without a fight.
You might wonder why I'm telling you this and why now. Don't worry about all of that. She's held the reins for so long and I've only been able to take a peek through my set of eyes a few times since I crashed landed into her soul. But I get residual feedback and it's not enough. Not anymore.
I love it when people beg, cry, hold their hands out for things as if that may change the heart of the person they're imploring. It's funny as hell to me if you want my honest opinion. Yet, the love she has for this lamia is often nauseating. Disgusting. Putrid. And it's been overwhelming me for the longest she almost has my ass convinced I'm in love. Ha! A blood spirit in love, whoever heard of such a preposterous thing?
She can't let go of him, I can't let go of her. Someone is going to lose and I've already called it. IT. WON'T. BE. ME!
Bonnie's POV
There's nothing for me to do except sit here and listen to that thing—bitch just to be honest pretend to be me. She's actually quite good at faking the funk it almost made me believe I'm actually in control, calling shots looking fabulous while doing so. It knew all of my habits down to how I paid special attention to my elbows, knees, ankles, and knuckles—seriously the hardest patches of skin to moisturize when I applied lotion. It knew how I preferred my coffee, that I listened to rather than watched The Today Show, and that I kissed the picture of me and Grams at my college graduation every morning before leaving the house.
Constantly I ran through spells, ruminated on how I could get the fuck out of my own head and take back what had been taken over. Nothing was coming to mind and with me being no more than a small voice of consciousness in a rather surprisingly big space, my power was limited to nothingness.
I glowered and pouted as she wore my brand new Elie Saab dress to what would have been my first official day back to work. I hadn't even gotten the chance to wear it yet and had been saving it for a very special occasion, but the bitch beat me to it. Now, this might be crazy but when she profiled in front of the floor length mirror, she or I looked fine as hell. It was me but it wasn't me and this knowledge drove me up Mt. Everest because there was no telling what she might do—both figuratively and literally, kill, piss off, or completely shut out.
Add in the unusual eye color and Bonnie Bennett was a vixen to reckon with. And she fucking knew it.
This empusae was strong and I could never get the upper hand to take over, for even a minute. If this was what she had to deal with living inside of me which sounded all kinds of weird—I wouldn't haul off and say I commiserated but it was pretty awful. You were a conscious being living inside a dark crawl space within another being. You were aware of your surroundings but unable to communicate with those you were in essence interacting with. I could only feel trace amounts of her emotions but it paled to the hunger.
It had consumed a breakfast I prepared for myself a million times before, and I didn't get a raindrop of nourishment from it. She was high on everything which made my metaphysical head pound relentlessly.
When It arrived at CGI and saw Christian, her thirst flowed over me like radiation and made me intoxicated with nausea. There were several things it wanted to do to my boss, things I had already done, but she played coy, kept things safe as to avoid detection that Mr. Grey was not in fact dealing with the real Bonnie Bennett. I could count down the seconds in her pornographic mind and if I didn't come up with some way to stop her, she'd have no qualms about eating my boss for lunch and riding his cock for dinner.
The furtive looks she had received from those guys on the elevator didn't help, either. It fueled her ego and she was itching to play.
The minute Christian informed…us that Damon had already put in his letter of resignation I imagined having metal spikes for fingernails and digging them into her spine. She cringed a bit but masterfully played off the discomfort.
Her little interlude with Marcel was informative. No denying that. She obviously couldn't do magic whereas I could. If witch hunters were stalking around Seattle Lake, It would need to be discreet. Since discretion was not exactly her creed, I smelled an utter disaster not too far off the horizon.
Now here she stood in the circle of Damon's arms soaking in his affection like a germ-infested sponge, eyeing Its reflection greedily in the mirror—winking at me.
I hadn't told Rebekah the full story about me and Damon back in Nova Scotia before the whole switcher-roo happened. With nothing better to do, I thought back to that night.
It was true that Damon allowed me to slip away from his room unimpeded back to my own privy chamber of derision where I promptly flung myself face down on the bed. I didn't cry at first though my chest heaved with the effort of preventing myself from balling until my tear ducts fatally ruptured. I was too numb and stunned, replaying our words, the whole ludicrous idea of my inability to fall in love with him for the second time trying to determine where I went wrong.
Normally, Damon rose to challenges especially if his prowess was called into question. He lived under the belief that other than lacking manners and sensitivity on occasion he was perfectly flawed in his perfection. If that made sense. I had dangled the bait and for one giddy second I thought he had accepted, but he didn't.
My throat closed in as if I were being strangled, and a noise ripped from my gut that was profoundly inhuman and I just let everything out, balling like I had never cried before.
With my diaphragm getting the workout of its life the heavens chose that specific moment to crack open and rain frogs and locusts. I let my powers loose and the storm outside reacted. There was no telling the damage I was accidentally on purpose inflicting as to rip out the last of my pain and misery in not trusting Damon enough with the truth and to help me beat this stupid, God awful evil spirit.
Well, I did what I could to make a life without him and he remained there along the periphery. Now with things being final this left me little choice or recourse to get back what we had and never let it go again. I loved him and he may still love me to but there wouldn't be any…
Someone knocked on my door and before I even had the chance to sit up, a figure about Damon's height and weight loomed in the doorway.
Hastily I wiped the tears and yes snot from my face and then as discreetly as I could, wiped my hands on the duvet. I didn't move, breathe, make a noise, or swallow the saliva pooling in the bottom of my throat out of fear if I so much as twitched the mirage in front of me would vanish into thin air.
The shadowy presence stepped into my surrogate bedroom and closed the door behind its entry.
"Damon…what?"
Most of my erotic fantasies when I was younger began like this when I was crushing on him despite my best efforts not to. He'd show up in my room at an obscene hour of the night, covered in shadows, his azure eyes blazing and glowing to where that was the only feature of his I could make out clearly. He'd reach for the hem of his shirt and strip it off bearing his toned, washboard stomach. Then his hands would trail down to his jeans. He'd flick the button with a single finger, yank down the zipper, and well the rest was self-explanatory.
I didn't dare hope for any of that to occur. Damon made it pointedly clear he wouldn't touch me. His presence alone was powerful enough to make my head fog, pulse race, and the ache between my legs intensify. I could literally drown in this man's pheromones.
My throat which had been an overflowing river not three seconds ago was drying up like a grape and turning into a prune.
He didn't say anything nor made any sounds as he drew closer to the foot of the bed. The tension was oppressive and made me squirm, but I held the reins of my composure in a vice. It wasn't going to escape me and make me into even more of a fool.
Damon bared his weight on the bed, his knuckles sinking into the mattress. His face slipped into the sliver of moonlight filtering into the room, but he wore no discernible expression.
I instantly jumped to a conclusion it was so easy to come to when he was involved. "I thought you weren't thinking with your dick?"
A corner, the left, lifted in a smirk. "I'm not. I'm thinking with my heart."
And hearing him say that made my own heart swell, stretch, and expand to the point I didn't think it could be contained within my rib cage. A literal pain stabbed me.
I couldn't keep a straight face. I broke down again, shielding my shame and hope behind my hands as I buried my crying face into them.
The bed dipped and then two tepid hands clasped my wrists and had to use a bit of force to pry them away. I stared up at Damon, sinking my teeth into my lower lip feeling seventeen again.
"My ego is telling me to walk away and stay away, Bonnie but my heart is telling me to give you the benefit of the doubt. It's hard to be around you but even harder to be away from you."
It was official, I couldn't speak for shit.
"You're right. You're not the seventeen year old girl I fell in love with, but you're still my Bonnie."
Goose bumps broke out on every single square inch of my skin and I barely resisted the urge to shiver. "I don't understand…" I interrupted him. "I thought you had made up your mind. I thought you were done with me, with us."
Damon adjusted his position on the bed, letting my wrists go. He looked forward as I stared at his profile. "I am done with you…the you that lied to me. I'm done with the way we treated each other in the past. I don't want that. As you were leaving I realized something," he swung his gaze back in my direction, "I realized we didn't start off as friends. We were each other's antagonists and then we became more. So, no at this moment I'm not interested in getting back on a romantic horse with you, but…I wouldn't mind starting over…as friends."
"Friends?" I said and tasted the word and its distinct flavor. I stared down at my lap. "I don't deserve you. Not even as a friend."
"I think it's up to me to decide that."
I nodded in agreement. Finally bringing my watery eyes back to him I offered Damon a tremulous smile.
"If anything does happen to you tomorrow," he swallowed heavily, "at least you know I don't…hate you. I hate the time that was wasted that we can't get back, and there's a long list of shit I'd like to swing at you right now, but I won't. This is me saying bygones, Bonnie. It's up to you to decide what you're going to do with this olive branch."
Damon rose from the bed which prompted me to say, "It may take you a long time to trust and believe me again, but I don't want to waste a second more of our lives being at odds with one another."
He paused but didn't turn to face me. "Then we stop being at odds right this second."
I still refused to release the breath I had been holding because nothing was ever that simple with Damon. He held grudges, struck out.
"If I asked you to stay with me until I fell asleep…would you?"
Damon's shoulders moved when he took a deep breath. "I want to," he pivoted in his boots and caught my eye. "But your titties are far too heavy on my mind right now for me to be a good boy and behave myself," he graced me with his signature smirk.
I laughed and fell backwards on the mattress. "Then for both of our virtues I guess you should leave."
"I'll see you back in Seattle Lake, Bonnie.
"You, too, Damon."
He left as quietly as he came. I could have launched into my own speech making a list of amendments I promised to uphold in being granted this second chance, but Damon wouldn't want words. Being a man who spoke a lot and often in which his actions always contradicted his grand overtures, it would be my actions that would have the greatest impact.
I went to sleep that night with a renewed vigor but still very much erring on the side of caution because Damon could change his mind and take the offer off the table. He mocked Stefan for his broodiness not taking into account he was as much of a heavy thinker and contemplator as his little brother who made deep thought into an art form.
Those events took place three days ago. The empusae had taken over during that last trial when that woman with the freakishly wide jaw appeared before me and sucked me in, imprisoning me in my own psyche. I couldn't alert Christian, couldn't tell Damon, couldn't do much of any damned thing except listen and do what I could to inflict pain to let 'it' know I was watching and wouldn't allow it to take anything from me.
It and Damon had broken apart and she followed behind him eyes glued to his ass—and well it's a cute little thing over to his couch. It slipped off my pumps and curled Its legs underneath and watched as Damon poured them something to drink.
I stopped my fuming long enough to listen as they made a toast to new beginnings and friendships, and the abolishment of lying and keeping secrets.
"I want to be completely and totally transparent to you, Damon," that bitch lied straight through my teeth! She wasn't being very forthcoming right now. Then, then had the audacity to lay my hand on top of my ex's and began stroking his skin. "I wasted so much time trying to convince myself I was better off, and because of the divorce and the lame reasons for it I no longer deserved you, and I pushed you away."
"We don't need to rehash that, Bonnie."
"Do you forgive me?" I guess you could say I pressed because hell I was interested in knowing this as well.
Damon sighed heavily and didn't say anything for a very long time. "You've forgiven me for the shit I've done," he briefly flicked his gaze towards me. "I'm working towards forgiving you."
My face twitched into a smile I could barely feel but knew was there. "Fair enough." And strangely enough I heard her say before she actually said it. "I did fuck my boss into the middle of next week so I guess forgiveness will take some time."
One of the things I picked up while honing my craft was the essential study of human anatomy. I needed to do more than just burst blood vessels in a brain. If I were dealing with a human assailant I needed to know how to slow them down or incapacitate them without killing them or causing serious injury. Of course I wanted to hurt them to give myself a head start, but not anything that might land someone in the ICU at the hospital.
That being said, I imagined sinking my fingers between the inferior thyroid vein and going for the trachea. Once I held it in my metaphorical hands I strangled it.
It sputtered for breath right before she could toss out those words that, had I been a man, would have earned me a punch to the face.
"Bonnie? What's wrong?" Damon rapped me on the back.
I let go because if she passed out I would probably go with her, but if she did…would I be able to take over? Was I brave enough to take the risk to find out?
"I'm fine," It sputtered and rose from the couch. "Excuse me for a second."
On wobbly legs we made it to the bathroom where It closed the door, turned on the sink, and glared at my reflection.
"Listen bitch," It seethed loud enough for me to hear but low enough as not to be overheard by the vampire waiting in the living room. "You pull that stunt again and I promise you I will drain him while letting him know the ways you sucked and fucked your boss. Unlike you, I don't love him and in fact I could give a fuck about him or his life. Do you hear me?"
I heard. When she ignored me, I would be talking again.
She thrust my hands under the scolding hot water and washed them with a beguiling smile despite the fact my skin would be a blistering red by the time she was done.
Shutting off the water and drying my hands, It vacated the bathroom and rejoined Damon. "Sorry about that. I think I swallowed my saliva down the wrong pipe. It happens. Now where were we?"
Damon and It cozied back on the couch, noticeable distance between them.
"Want to watch a movie?" my ex suggested.
"If it's not porn, no thanks." Ugh! I would never say that! Plus, I didn't watch it and Damon knew that because most of the time we were too busy making our own.
Damon of course stared at me funny.
"What do you typically do with your female friends?"
My ex snorted. "Considering a vast majority came with benefits I guess you can argue this is new territory for me as well," he admitted almost self-deprecatingly.
"Well since you're not up for talking and sex is out, why don't we…play your PS4."
"You hate video games."
"I want to learn to love the things you love."
I had to tune this out because it was making me nauseated on top of causing me to grind my teeth. For two hours straight they played some overly violent game pretending to be Navy Seals. She was actually pretty good and managed to spank Damon who didn't appear to be too pleased about that being the heavy competitor he was.
She feigned being tired and tried to finagle an invitation to sleep in Damon's bed. From the inflection in his voice he was tempted, but said it would be best not to cross any boundaries that could lead to us going somewhere we weren't ready to go.
The second she picked up my purse with her left hand, the right shot out and grabbed Damon's forearm.
I blinked because for the last hour I had been trying to gain access to the nerves that innervated the muscles in my hands and arm to no avail. It finally worked but the strain of it caused a serious case of fatigue to pummel my head.
Damon waited for me to speak to which It laughed nervously. "Sorry. I had a good time tonight. Thanks for having me."
And I just knew once It sashayed out of Damon's apartment It was going to make me pay for that small act of defiance.
Empusae's POV
This bitch was a fighter. I could give credit where it was due and say that since stepping through the door of Damon's luxury penthouse apartment, Bonnie had tried diligently to let me know she was hearing and seeing everything. And didn't like it.
Ha, ha, tough titty.
Do you know what hunger is? Do you know what it means to exist but no one being able to hear you, see you, know you? It's how I've survived for centuries and landing smack dab in Bonnie had been the first time in a long time I was able to have my needs met—well most of them, and then she suppressed the urges and locked me in a prison of her own.
Cohabitating in one body only worked out for so long before someone decided to stage a jail break.
You want to know what Bonnie is? Simple. She had simple thoughts and simple goals. She had access to the purest magic one could find that hadn't been duplicated or wildly manufactured, and instead of using it for selfish means she chose to bury it under the dullness of living a domesticated existence. She had beauty and brains but again chose to make herself small to fit into some vampire's life that refused to eat the fucking apple from the tree as his backwoods way of controlling the pace of their reconciliation.
Puh-leeze. He wanted to tap. But since he was on a mission to teach Little Miss Bonnie about the birds and bees of lying he was suffering right along with her and for what? The both of those retards knew what the end result would be and pretending otherwise was an insult to their own intelligence. I didn't have the time nor the inclination to play their bullshit game.
And the stunts she pulled, they would be ending.
The punishment was no good if you knew it was coming right away. Me, I was like a sophisticated cancer taking months to fester and infect as many cells as I could before making a debut in the form of a lump, tumor, or other deformity.
I let an entire week pass by quietly as not to give anything away and of course not to let Bonnie have a moment's rest. She didn't try to take over and I could say I was surprised by the few instances she could. This bracelet was proving not to be as fool proof as the Witch Elder proclaimed, but it was past time for me to feed and with each feeding I would grow stronger, my control more absolute.
Propping my feet up on the coffee table, I searched through Bonnie's contacts. She didn't have many people she could call on in a moment of need and over half the numbers belonged to females which would benefit me little. When I came to Christian's number a devious smile stretched across my face.
The man was human but his magnetism was off the charts. Fighting her attraction to Mr. Grey was admirable and she succumbed like a good little whore, but one night hadn't been enough for me. It was past time to rectify that.
I hit the call button and pressed the slender phone to my ear and examined my nails. Yes, though this was Bonnie's body, in theory it now belonged to me.
Christian answered on the second ring. He could be a real fucking asshole sometimes but he was a stunningly handsome asshole who could do things to this pussy.
"Bonnie? I'm surprised to be hearing from you after hours."
"This is unusual isn't it? I'm not calling due to anything work related," I added the right amount of purr to my voice.
"All right?"
"Are you busy right now, Mr. Grey?"
"I'm just getting out of a business dinner."
"I was thinking to myself that it's Friday night, and I don't want to go to some club and grind on strangers when I could…well wet my tongue in another manner."
Christian's voice was deeper when he spoke again. "What did you have in mind?"
"Have you ever been to Terrace on the Green?"
"Once or twice. They serve the best dry martinis outside of New York."
"I'm not interested in anything dry."
"Nor am I."
"I'm about to head over there in the next hour or so if you would like to join me. But I'd understand if you didn't or have other plans for the evening."
"Consider me there."
"I'll see you soon, Mr. Grey."
"Christian," he reminded me.
"Christian," I breathed and promptly hung up.
For a second my fingers cramped. She was at it again, trying to stop me from doing what I knew she secretly wanted. Bonnie sadly convinced herself she needed Damon because he was all she knew. Not true. There was that delicious boss of hers, any of those Ipswich boys, Marcel, Erik Mauer who seemed to fall appallingly off her radar, Connor. Disposable like a five pack of razors.
And if I had my way which I planned to have my way, I'll be sucking the life out of them all.
Slamming my closed fists on the coffee table to get her to stop, Bonnie faded back into obscurity.
Sorry, girlfriend but being tied down just wasn't in my vocabulary. It was high time Damon received a rude awakening. This would be the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone because after tonight I had no desire of slumming around in Seattle Lake with a vampire half way up my ass expecting Bonnie to jump through hoops to re-earn his trust and forgiveness. Fuck that. If Damon believed, with hard evidence that Bonnie was a lying, two-timing bitch he wouldn't be propelled to chase after her once making my grand escape.
Plus, I needed to get lost before the Witch Elder showed up with a Guardian in tow to exorcise me. I couldn't afford to have that happen.
Cell phone in hand I shot Damon a text with a loose invite to join me for a drink at the same rooftop bar I was going to meet Christian.
Stretching my arms over my head, cricking my neck, I rose from the couch to get prepped for tonight.
I hardly made it to the bedroom before the doorbell rang just a second prior to the front door swinging open. My teeth clenched because I knew it was that meddling blond heifer Rebekah.
She took one look at my attire, scanning me from head to toe in the racy lingerie two piece set and I almost struck a pose. Did she swing both ways because while I eavesdropped on Bonnie's mundane little life, not once had Rebekah ever stared at her that way.
"Do you have company or were you expecting company?" she questioned.
How Bonnie dealt with this level of self-insertion I had no idea. I folded my arms. "I'm on my way to bed," I lied. "So if you're here to try to convince me to go out, I'm not interested and you know I can't be around a crowd of people. And if you're looking to have a veggie session here…" I yawned for effect, "sorry, love. And finally it wouldn't kill you to call before barging over here."
"What bugger crawled up your ass?" she sniffed. "I was just checking to make sure you were all right. I do have a life outside of you, you know and I'm…" she stopped and blushed the best way a vampire could blush. Inwardly I rolled my eyes and just wanted to pop her upside the head so she could spit it out and leave. "I have a date with Robb."
Snore.
"Congrats," I tossed both thumbs in the air. "I'm happy for you. That's awesome. Let me know how it goes."
A glint flashed in Rebekah's eyes and I could tell she wanted to probe but she had dick on the mind, and for the moment whatever was going on with me could wait.
"Call me if you need anything," she said as she made her way to the door.
I merely wiggled my fingers and then blurted, "Rebekah wait!"
That fucking Bonnie!
The Original turned in a pirouette to reface me. My throat constricted as me and Bonnie fought to control the ability to speak. I won. "Nothing, just have a good time."
"That goes without saying. Enjoy your night," she was out the door in a flash and I had a mind to bash my head into a wall.
I began speaking aloud now that I was once again alone. "You know Bonnie, these tantrums only give me more fuel to be everything you always feared people thought you were. Prepare to get fucked literally and figuratively."
Lana Del Rey's soulful voice trilled in the background making me wish I had a blunt or cigarette or something to put to my lips other than cherry flavored alcohol. I've possessed the body of quite a few smokers in my heyday, sue me.
Christian had yet to arrive, nor Damon and if neither showed, so what? There were more than enough prospects to keep me fed and occupied.
I slowly moved my body on the bar stool causing several gentlemen to adjust their ties and pull at the collar of their shirts. Two of them I had taken back to the bathroom and slurped up their life energy like a straw while they ground themselves into my crotch which was nice and moist.
The process of draining a being of their life force was almost the equivalent of responding to someone's pheromones. You soaked in those invisible signals that made you feel high—well technically it was the inducement of chemicals from the brain flooding into your cells—but the same concept could apply.
And each individual life force carried its own scent and color. If I took too much, a person could suffer from cardiac arrest and die if they didn't make it to the emergency room within twenty minutes or so. For tonight only I restrained myself, but I knew me and my gluttony wouldn't be appeased. But the life force itself could be taken through exsanguination of blood, or through the soul, and well you know me. I aimed for the soul, sucking out that vapor that coexisted in blood, and saturated it with my own cells.
The stirrings in my stomach fluttered with the intensity of my throbbing clit. Saliva gushed in my mouth and I wanted another hit.
Just as I began eyeing a dark skinned man with slanted, bedroom eyes sitting at the far end of the bar, a familiar tingle flew up my spine and I knew the man of the hour had arrived.
Twisting on the bar stool, I watched Christian approach. The dress code for this establishment was semi-formal and strictly enforced. Christian's graphite suit made me want to rip it off of him.
He didn't fold back in his ogling. Stopping to gawk at my exposed cleavage in the Zuhair Murad dress I found hiding the back of Bonnie's closet. The hunger and thirst beaming from his orbs said I had made the right choice.
Christian slid on to the bar stool I had been saving just for him. We stared at one another not speaking, and then he leaned forward and dropped a kiss right on the corner of my mouth. The man smelled like money and expensive cologne, and I moistened my blackberry lips barely resisting the urge to pounce on him.
"Sorry I kept you waiting," he apologized.
"You'll be forgiven if you buy me a drink."
Christian crooked a finger without even looking to see if a bartender were free. Despite the bar being swamped with customers and cocktail waitresses. Someone materialized out of thin air and quickly filled Christian's request for a stoli and cranberry, and a bourbon neat for himself. Power and entitlement, more food for my bankrupt soul.
"So what made you decide to invite me for a drink?" he slid his elbows on the lacquer surface of the bar.
I shrugged and twirled the tiny black straw in my watered down drink. "I didn't want to spend the evening alone. Is that a crime?"
"Not a crime when I had been under the impression you were…I guess trying to resolve things with your ex."
I made sure Christian saw me roll my eyes. At that, one of his eyebrows introduced itself to his hairline.
"Contrary to popular belief, Damon isn't my end all, be all. We got divorced for a reason and sure, there'll always be love between us, but it's not like that. He knows about you and me," I waved a finger between the small space that separated us. "And I don't see any reason why I need to hide how you make me feel, Christian."
He fought valiantly not to look pleased. "How do I make you feel?"
I slithered just a tad bit closer to where my left boob grazed his bicep. Turning my head toward him fully, my lips were only centimeters away from his mouth. "Horny."
He laughed and thrust his credit card out to the bartender who placed our drinks in front of us.
Christian took a sip of his bourbon, pulling his lips back to his teeth. "Is that all I make you feel?"
I shook my head. "You make me feel wild, crazy, and free. You're very addicting."
"I can say the same about you. I just…I didn't think I'd find myself here with you ever again. The last time we spoke in my office before…"
Time to shut this man up. I placed my fingers over his mouth. "No more thinking. I'm here with you because I want to be and it's as simple as that."
He nodded and his eyes darkened. "Since we're being candid, not one morning has passed where I haven't woken up wishing either my fingers, tongue, or cock was inside of you. I shouldn't be telling you this," he averted his eyes and balled his hands until his knuckles were white.
"We're adults who are very sexually attracted to one another," I slid my fingers through his tousled hair. "You've shown me sophisticated and worldly Christian and I've even seen the unadulterated side of you, but what I want…no need is the vulgar and the hardcore version of Christian Grey."
Those words alone made the veins on the side of his neck bulge. Christian's breathing deepened and I heard it inhale for exhale.
"This seems sudden, Christian, but I don't want to put off my feelings anymore."
The shit people said to get laid!
His excitement was my nirvana and at that precise moment I really could have dropped to my knees and given that man the head of his life. But delayed gratification could be better than the main event itself. The promise of licks, strokes, touches, and thrusts was worth the wait than anything else.
"Bonnie," he groaned helplessly. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
My hand took a walk along his thigh, moved up, and merely brushed the crotch of his pants, his hard-on noticeable.
"I think I have a very good indication of what I'm doing to you. If you want me to exercise my mouth in another fashion, all you have to do is tell me."
Fire burned in his gray orbs. Christian barked for his check so he could sign the receipt. "I hope you don't have any early plans for tomorrow because you won't be getting a lick of sleep tonight."
"You promise?"
"Yes," he scribbled his name, tossed a fifty at the bartender. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to get in the way of anything."
"Don't worry about Damon."
Guess those were the magic words because my arm was seized in a grip to assure I wouldn't be escaping. We hauled ass out of that damn club, and within minutes were seated in Christian's Italian made sports car.
He stomped on the gas and we were flying down the street to his condo.
Bonnie's POV
I was seething. I was pissed. I was a fire breathing dragon rising out of a volcano headed for the center of the sun. I was going to kill her! I was going to find some way to take hold of the gotdamn steering wheel and crash Christian's car and kill us all if that is what it took to put a stop to this fiasco right this second! She could not be this vindictive as to pull Christian and Damon into her web of deceit just to teach me she was now in control.
Christian was a good person and she was using him. And Damon...my head swam just thinking about him. If Damon saw, which was clearly her goal, then he would kill my boss, kill me, then probably turn around and kill everyone!
My head was throbbing at my impotence. I tried to reach out to Rebekah during her impromptu visit, but It (I refuse to call her Khalessi) had regained control. Now she was about do the do with Christian who really thought I was giving him a fair shot. Things were spiraling so out of control I wanted to block everything out but I needed to stay in the moment to see if there would be any way to stop things before they went too far.
I saw my hands trailing down Christian's stomach and unbutton his suit jacket prior to reaching for his fly. Please stop, please stop, please…
She didn't. Now palming his very well-endowed erection, she nibbled along his neck while whispering vilely erotic things to him. Reluctantly, I was impressed with Christian's ability to control the car as she stroked him.
Oh no, my jaw was widening, my head going south and…oh no stop!
We were speeding down Belvedere while my mouth was full of Christian.
This was humiliating and akin to assault. I had zero control over my body while I had to be a spectator to it being used against my freaking will on a man who I didn't want to get hurt.
The car came to a stop and It took a pause from Its ministrations. She looked right out of the driver side window and peered into the vehicle pulled up at the stoplight in the adjacent lane and saw Damon…looking right back.
Well Bonnie, you had a good run. What could I say? It really wasn't me.
Chapter end.
A/N: How is this sticky situation going to pan out? Thanks loves for reading.