Chapter 3: 'Caught in a bad romance'
Damon had finally decided to call it a day after the 8'o clock meeting and headed for home, his phone beeped loudly. He looked down to see 'Caroline's number'. He smirked. She couldn't even wait a day. Damon picked it up, "Hey, so you ready to meet up, because I was just thinking about coming and picking you up."
He could tell she was rushing around maybe doing something, "No, no- I'll come see you. I have an apartment in West Village. I hope we'll be away from all the 'attention' there. I am sending you the address. Okay?"
He shrugged and said, "Yeah, that's good. See you, wear something nice."
She chuckled, "Okay." He hung up on her and huffed, suddenly he couldn't wait to tell Elena. Granted he wasn't jumping up and down like her minions when they get a scoop. He immediately called her as he got into his car and threw his case in the back, "She wants to meet in private." He said as soon as she picked up the phone.
Elena sounded interested, "Where might that be?"
"West village, she's sending me the address."
Elena made a disgusted "ughh" sound. "Okay, I am coming down there."
"What? No! Just getting a whiff of that Tom ford perfume and she's going to skip town." He said as he looked through the text Caroline just sent him.
"So how are we suppose to hook her?"
"That's my job, baby. I am going to screw with her head, really bad." He laughed darkly at the end, Elena sounded confused, "So why did you call me?"
"Oh, so you know. You can start picking out lingerie." He suggested playfully.
"You better shower when you get back- at least five times." She said only half joking.
Damon rolled his eyes, "Only if you join me."
"Ugh, gross." She said hanging up. A smirk crept up his mouth, he knew getting in the middle of her and Caroline was going to end ugly but if he could have what every other guy in Manhattan dreamed of, then screw all sanity. Besides, he was twisted by design.
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Though he normally enjoyed all sorts of sex. It was like a chore with Caroline Forbes. And to think he worked so hard for it. First, she had to talk every two second. And next, she spilled her obsession with him in her every word, scaring him for his life.
And unlike his normal partners, he couldn't even tell her to shut the fuck up. Thank his stamina for exhausting her to a near sleep state, she laid her head on her head back on the pillow, "That was-, phenomenal."
He resisted rolling his eyes, well at least she had a new word in her vocabulary.
He quirked a brow up, "Tired already?"
She put her hands on his chest as he hovered above her, "Yes, it would be so much better if I weren't on a juice cleanse."
He chuckled, she moved up to kiss him softly before pulling back, "Just a few more months, I promise." She cupped his face. He nodded in understanding, "I can wait. But you have to promise me something else as well."
She frowned, "What?"
"That if we're together, you'll keep your distance from Tyler, at least in the bedroom. I don't share well." He said biting the inside of his cheek, Caroline pursed her lips, "I'll try my best."
"That's good enough for me." He kissed her and moved away.
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Damon huffed seeing his brother on the opposite side of the desk, "Stefan, every other month-" His brother was clicking his foot against the floor, "Oh come on Damon, you can't be in charge giving me detention or anything. You're no better."
"I am not telling you to be better you degenerate asshole, I am telling you not get us sued for a month at least. Be a dick, but at least cover your tracks up." Damon pointed at the door, gesturing towards their lawyer who was just leaving.
"So this is my fault?" he asked in a loud voice and Damon just lost it, "Of course, there's a group of hippies outside, protesting so that our investors drop us! I am so tired of dealing with the challenges that come with being your baby sitter."
The door slided open and Elena entered, wearing a baby pink plaid A-line skirt that ended above her knees with a matching belt and a white crop top. "What did you do!" she said coming in hot on her heels and walked across the desk, as Damon got up she pushed her hands against his chest shoving him, "You were there, all night- didn't think for a second that you should call me?" she said grabbing his collar, gritting out. His eye brows raised, he gestured towards his surprised brother sitting on the opposite chair.
She let Damon go and breathed out in frustration, "Stefan Salvatore, according to my restraining order you should be 9 miles away."
He grinned, "That expired in January."
Damon palmed his face, "Okay, Stefan, you can go now."
He rose up from his seat, "So this is new- both of you. Did my brother not give you a call sweetheart, acting desperate, are we?"
Elena made a disgusted face, "Ugh as if. A) it's none of your business and B) what I just said."
Damon shrugged at his brother with a pointed smirk, "You heard her."
Stefan shook his head, "Wow, to think I thought you'd be the last person on Damon's skank list."
Elena was going to launch on him when Damon held her elbow pulling her back, "No need to be jealous, she's on your list too- only the list says 'number of chicks who kicked Stefan in the balls.'
Stefan rolled his eyes, "screw both of you." He turned around and went outside, once the dust settled, Elena turned to him, "So you slept with her?"
"Honestly, sleeping was to a minimum."
Elena groaned, "Damon!"
He chuckled at her outburst.
She started pacing around in her natural way, "Now she's never going to call you because you gave her everything she wanted and I don't even have any evidence that-"
He stopped her, holding her wrist and turning her to him. "She's going to call me, she is probably in her 'shame'o clock right now' but trust me as soon as it's lunch time and she'll be blowing my phone up."
Elena shook her head as if tired, "God, I am going to launch in a month and if I am not in the club soon-"
"It's going to perfect, Elena." He cupped the side of her face, She relaxed as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned lower pressing his lips against her neck, "Sorry about Stefan. He's a jerk."
She nodded slightly, closing her eyes from the soft kisses he pressed against her neck, "Oh I've known that for a long time."
"You know what would look good with this skirt? French lace-top stockings. That go up to here." He put his finger on her thigh. Slowly moving her back so she was leaning against his desk, he lowered her, kissing the soft, sunshine-scented skin of her neck and her shoulder. His hand traced down her body, slowly going up her skirt.
Elena sighed, "I love those too." She moved her head slightly and cupped his face, pressing her lips slowly against his. He kissed Her back with more passion, suddenly consumed in the desire to have her. She was his angel of darkness after all. He pushed his tongue against her lips, and she finally opened up for him with a muffled moan. He just knew so many of his experiences didn't match up to this one kiss. Just when he thought he couldn't get enough, she pulled back. Staring at him in wonder and surprise.
"What?" he asked, moving his hand up and tracing her lacy underwear, Elena shivered, her clear skin reddened with a blush, "not here." She lowered her gaze to her skirt and just seeing his hand up it made her heart race, she wanted to swat it away and normally she would, but as if she was frozen, she whispered, "Get your hand off!" she tried to sound mad.
He laughed and pulled it out, Elena recovered from the moment and pushed away from him to get off the table, "Don't tell me you have a secretary fantasy as well." She said dusting the wrinkles off her skirt, "I didn't until now." He said with a childish grin. Elena pretended to be mad as she tried to hold on to her purse, "Um, so- why don't you call me when-"
Damon interrupted, "I wanna take you out."
"W-what?" did Damon Salvatore just ask her out.
"We can't, Caroline will-" Elena started but he interrupted again, "Not in a restaurant, I'll make it picnic-y , just you and me." He reached to hold her hand, Elena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Damon even if we go out, even if things happen, I can't be with you." She made it clear.
Oh his damn Salvatore name was an Elena Gilbert cock block.
He remain still for a few moments, but did he want to be with Elena, no.
In the long run, she was going to be one of those high society Chi-Chi bitches. And well he was going to be him- the man who simply didn't care what those Chi-Chi bitches thought and believed in.
"I know that. But you know, going on a date- might make it less prostitute- e." He winked.
"Who is the prostitute in this scenario?" she said with a fake angry look. He smiled and let out a sigh, "Me."
Elena giggled and moved closer, cupping the side of his face and pressing a hard kiss to his cheek, "Well if you put it that way, I wouldn't want to make you feel like that. Okay let's go on this date. If you get Caroline to call you back."
Just then his phone rang, he took it out and flashed the screen to her, "Uh-oh, go pick a dress Miss Gilbert", Elena gasped seeing Caroline's number.
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Elena had taken all day to ready; Damon had told her to pack a bag for Hamptons. She hadn't even told Bonnie about her weekend plans. But Bonnie knew what was going on.
"He hasn't met up with Caroline again." Bonnie said frustrated, "Why are you trusting him so much?"
"because he has her wrapped around his pinky." She said picking out a dress and trying it against her body in the huge mirror, Bonnie huffed, "Maybe you're the one wrapped around his pinky, you're so blind that you can't see he's playing you. It's only a little time to the ball!"
"Fine." Elena finally said, tired, she turned around to face Bonnie, putting her red dress on the side, "So he needs to be reminded what he's working for."
"Exactly." Bonnie agreed.
"And I am doing just that, now help me pick out between these two." She said lifting up two different pairs of lace lingerie sets.
Bonnie groaned. "Elena, do you, - do you like Damon?"
Elena turned around with extra whiplash, "What? No! I don't like Damon, he's disgusting, I hate him!" she said in one breath like a child.
Bonnie grinned, "Uh-oh classic Elena Gilbert alert, the ratio of I hate him, he's disgusting is directly proportional to he gives me butterflies, spill!"
Elena struggled to speak, she didn't want to admit to this accusation, she turned around towards the mirror unable to face Bonnie. "Fine, If you insist on me saying it, I like him. He's not scared of me."
"Why would anyone be?" Bonnie said confused as she stepped closer, Elena shook her head, "All of them , Matt and Simon , even Liam- they were good but I didn't feel the way I feel now back then. I never have to tone it down with Damon, he doesn't like the sparkly light of room, Caroline types. He likes me, for me."
She was surprised at her own admission. She looked at Bonnie, who bit her lip, "Just be careful, Elena. You know what Damon really is like when he wants a girl to sleep with him, he's charming and he transforms into the guy you want him to be."
Elena pouted her lips, she knew Bonnie was right, Damon was a chameleon. Just when she started to have second thoughts about the weekend plan, she slipped on her red strapless hour-glass and grabbed a brown crop jacket. She had already done her make-up but now Bonnie's judgemental looks were making her second guess everything. Right on cue, she heard the knock on the door, Elena got out of her closet to see Damon, standing at her bedroom door.
He had a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hands and Elena could feel his nervousness as well, no matter how cocky he appeared. Their eyes locked. He took her appearance in, feeling tightness in his pants already because she looked so strikingly gorgeous in his favourite colour.
The thought of her remembering that detail made his heart skip a beat. She was just so beautiful that it was unfair.
Just then Bonnie walked out after Elena, breaking their eye contact.
"Aww you brought flowers. Trying so hard."
She said walking ahead and taking the bouquet from him, Damon looked amused at Bonnie's passive aggressiveness. "I just wish you tried as hard with the girl you were told to with." Bonnie muttered smelling the flowers, Elena palmed her forehead and Damon finally took a step back, "I have a process and I am doing my job, maybe you should do your stalking well, you'd know about the explosive fight Caroline and Tyler had at Penrose."
Bonnie looked back at Elena who raised her eye brow in question, "Did you not know about this?"
Bonnie's mouth was agape and only air came out until she found enough effort to say, "Ah well how would I know? I've been here all day watching you master Damon-ology."
Elena couldn't believe Bonnie would throw her under the bus like that, she blushed wildly, as she saw Damon's amused smirk, "Beat it now and for next time, keep the minions on hotspots!"
Bonnie stomped her foot and threw the bouquet on the floor, stepping on it to walk out, Elena gasped seeing that. She rushed to pick the flowers up, "Unbelievable."
Damon too sat down, picking up the petals and flowers, Elena murmured 'poor lilies' which made him chuckle. He watched her hand reach a damaged rose and he immediately reached for it to, holding her hand, Elena shook with the contact and sucked in a breath, "You managed to find my favourite flowers."
"I did."
Elena put them all back and stood up, "And how did you know about my favourite ones?"
He pretended to think, "Thanksgiving vacation eleven years ago. Horse-riding day, you were out in the garden, picking flowers. You got all muddy and your outfit looked like you fought in a war but for the first time you didn't care, you loved your flowers. It was all worth it."
She smiled, "Oh yeah, you had a horse, Lizzie. I loved her!"
"I know, you gave her so many apples." He said with a huff, "You spoiled her."
She got up and got a vase to put the flowers in, "You remembered, all of that. Weren't you busy-"
He interrupted, "Well yes, but the parents would leave me incharge as I was the oldest. Even though I am the worst babysitter ever considering the time you almost got jumped by Lizzie on my watch." If hadn't been so distracted with his conquests, Elena wouldn't have a fracture that winter.
She laughed as she turned around, he was leaning against the door, "You wanna go with me? You don't have to if you don't want to?"
She shook her head, "I'll get my bag." The look she shot him was a mix of innocence and seduction. Only she could do it well, he eagerly waited as she got a bag. It was compact and well-packed.
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As soon as they reached Damon's Hamptons house, he didn't even let Elena get any rest and told her to freshen up for dinner. She fixed her makeup and hair a bit before he told her to grab a jacket.
"No car?" she asked as they stepped out of his large Hampton estate, "Beach is nearby, thought we can enjoy some dinner and a walk."
"Yeah I like that." She said holding his hand.
They talked about their joint vacations more. He apologized for the memories which had scarred her, "You told me I'll never walk again! How could you say that!" her voice was playful.
He remembered the time he scared the hell out of her when Lizzie hurt her and told Elena that the doctor said that they'd have to cut her leg off, nine year old Elena bought it immediately and had cried so much.
"Well I had to scare you off from that horse, you loved her! You were planning on taking her back to Manhattan, your dad would have agreed too, I had to do something." He shrugged, "A horse in the city is ridiculous."
She rolled her eyes, "What's so ridiculous, they could tie Lizzie to a carriage and I'd come to school like a true princess."
He palmed his face, "You haven't changed, that's the exact thing you wanted back then. What is the difference between a 9 year old and an 18 year old Elena? Other than the- " he gestured towards her breasts.
Elena gasped, "And a fourteen year old Damon was just as much of a jerk as you."
"Unapologetically." He raised his hand.
Once they reached the beach, she stopped seeing the lights around a single table, it was alike a platform, bordered by tucked curtains. There were lights all over the empty beach, "Wow."
He felt proud seeing the expressions on her beautiful face, she looked like she had no idea that someone as precious as her deserved this and so much more. At that moment, Damon knew he adored her, he would do anything to bring that look on her face over and over. To catch her by surprise and make her happy.
She walked closer to the table and put her hand on the chair, "You did this yourself."
"Emm, you said to keep it extremely private." He said walking around and pulling the chair out for her. She sat down looking up at him with a smile. He went around and sat on his seat, "What do you want to eat? It doesn't matter though because we have a pre-made menu."
"And who was the cook?" she said putting her face on her palm, Damon looked up, "He's the hottest man to walk the face of earth. He is 24, had a horse named Lizzie."
"You cooked, but when? We just got here." She asked surprised.
"It's a two-hour drive, I got here earlier and set all this up, told my chef to get out of the kitchen, no, no actually, he might have helped and then went back to get you."
Elena blushed as she looked away. Damon got up, "Let me get everything."
He came back with a breakfast trolley, proud of the things he managed to make. Lemon chicken, pad Thai, fettuccine pasta and some chocolate lava cake.
"Ooh this looks good." She gestured towards the pasta. He served it to her, and picked up the bottle of white wine, "a drink?"
"Yes, please." She raised her glass. He poured her some wine. He got back in his seat, "So why are you avoiding Caroline?"
She asked, he shook his head, scrunching up his face, "She talks more than I can listen."
Elena suddenly felt a bit guilty because throughout the ride here, Caroline had called him a bunch of times and texted him about how Tyler and her got into a fight and she was miserable.
"She's upset right now." Elena muttered feeling some sudden sympathy for her former friend. He nodded eating the pasta as well, "Good. She needs to be upset."
She didn't understand so Damon went on, "She won't break easy from Tyler. Once she sees I am ignoring her, she'll get right into her crazy mode and do something stupid, which would be for your benefit. Just like she screamed at him in front of everyone at a restaurant."
Elena sighed, what if Damon tried these messed up tactics on her as well? Bonnie was right, she couldn't trust him. Even if he made her feel this way.
"This place is prettier at night." She commented, "Have you done this before, the whole-" she gestured towards the table, he raised a brow knowing the meaning behind her words, "Made dinner for a girl? Yeah, I am nice."
Elena pursed her lips
He continued, "Not here before, first I thought we could set up something at the house but- I don't know, the beach looks good."
"I know." She admitted, "If we were dating, I'd say that we needed to do this more often."
Her words did make him feel constricted, nope- he didn't do dates or girlfriends, especially girls like Elena where there was no means of control. But then he looked at her face, one of a kind- angelic, gorgeous face. Who wouldn't let this girl stomp on them? He knew what he was getting into, and if it was going to end in hurt and pain. He would embrace it all.
After desert he got up and asked, "Anything else?"
She wiped her mouth softly with a napkin, "Yes." Her tone very mistress-like. "My heels are killing me so pick me up."
He smirked and obliged, picking her up in his arms with ease before looking at her Jimmy choo's "Who wears heels at the beach."
She played with the hair at his nape, "And who takes a first date to the beach."
"Someone who wants to impress " he began walking off the platform, "There you have your answer." She said grinning.
He took her to the sea-side, she finally got out of her heels when he insisted on walking.
"I never thought we'd get the whole beach to ourselves." She said as they walked side by side while he was holding her heels for her.
"Well I for one am glad that we don't have to deal with any weirdos here."
"Weirdos?"
"You know- your girls, some douchebags like Stefan, hippies?" he added, she gasped, "My girls are not weirdos. They are my friends."
"Umm right, Bonnie- just went all bitch mode on me, because she feels threatened."
"By what?"
Damon grinned, "I am your new favourite of the three musketeers, let's be honest, April is more of an errand girl. Leaving me, Bonnie and Meredith." He explained as if entirely serious.
Elena watched him with a smile as he explained.
"I completely sabotaged Meredith the other day when I gifted her the new Vera Wang bag which is not out yet, you banned her for two weeks for wearing it before you did. Next came Bonnie- she was a tough one so I had to hit below the belt. I thought of things even Bonnie Bennett couldn't give you, the answer was simple- a romantic night."
Elena laughed as he ended, "So you and Bonnie are the competing minions?"
"Who Is competing, I won." He said smugly, "You really like winning don't you?" her expression turned serious.
"it's just all about winning." She said more darkly this time, he didn't want to upset her, just when he was thinking of saying something to turn this around, she called "Then win the race to that boulder!" she said giving him a push and running as fast as she could. Damon was surprised for a moment before he ran after her, she was fast and he was at a disadvantage because he was holding her heels, setting them aside he ran after her and caught her half way, swinging her around mid air, he heard her loud giggles as the incoming waves had them, making them fall, he made sure she landed on him, she splashed the water on his face, "We can have this race another day."
He looked up at her, in the faint light, she was breath-taking, if he didn't get a hold of himself, he would just give his heart to her on a silver platter. "I forgot your heels back there." He said tucking her wet hair back.
She kept looking at his lips, "Its okay." She slowly rolled on top of him and pressed her lips to his, moaning at the anticipated contact, her entire body although cold was on fire. He touched her all over , holding her like she was made of glass. He pulled away this time, getting her out of the water and he pulled off his jacket and lied it down, lying her down on top of it, he laced his fingers with hers, kissing her sweet mouth deep. Elena wrapped her arm around his neck, kissing him back.
She felt hot all over her skin, all her pain and medicine was Damon, and she wanted it to be quick but he was being so detailed and slow. Kissing her from every angle, touching her body in such fire-igniting ways. She decided she had to do something. Holding the button strip of his shirt, she tore it away from his body and pulled away from kissing him, to trail her hands and her lips down his hard chest
He watched her mesmerized, everything she did to him was a memory he won't ever want to forget. A sudden urge to touch her everywhere took over him, he reached for her the zip on her dress and pulled it down, "Since we're never going to date, promise me you won't wear red in front of me because I won't be responsible for what I do next." He murmured in her ear, she moaned with a nod.
He took in the view of her Lace red set of lingerie, this girl was designed to be the death of him. It was over for him.
Tonight had been so perfect, normally she would hate the sand sticking to her skin as she made out with a guy she was going out with or not care about her pretty Jimmy choo's, or her Prada dress okay maybe she was a little worried about her shoes. But damn, she just didn't care, Damon was dangerous, he was definitely bad for her.
She could feel his lips everywhere, her neck, her shoulders, he cupped her breasts , tore off her lace prison, kissing every inch of them until she was arching off the ground, crying his name.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, widening them as an invitation, he kissed her again, unable to resist touching her as she unzipped and stroked him. Elena pulled herself forward touching his tip to her aching heat, he groaned out. She was perfect already, and he already knew in his head this wouldn't be the last time this couldn't be, he would actually die. She whispered shallow gasps as he moved inside her inch by inch. She gripped his shoulders moaning, he moved slowly first to get her used to his size. Then he moved faster.
Elena clawed for control at his back as he moved inside her at a quick pace over and over, she was getting close to her release, he would change up the angle, go slow, go deep, go hard her muscles clutched him making him curse. There it was, the denial finally washing away, no- he didn't bring Elena here for anything else other than to convince her that he could be the perfect boyfriend, even if he hated the title.
"Oh God, Damon!" she screamed as she exploded all around him, her sweet voice had went raspy from everything, she was gasping for breath. He too spilled inside her feeling like he had gone to heaven and came back.
They laid their unmoving and gasping for air for a few moments, till Elena shivered a bit, "We should get inside." He suggested.
"Yeah that's probably right."
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Damon didn't know how to act, somehow they had ended up in the same way for five times after the first time. It was as if he couldn't stop, not that Elena was complaining. She lied on top of his chest as she came, her hair spread all over his chest, he stroked the top of her head.
"You did grab my shoes didn't you?" she asked. He nodded, "Ahuh, I put them out side." He said kissing her temple, then cheeks lazily. Elena looked at him intently for a few moments, "I am never wearing heels to the beach again."
"Like it bothered you, I was the one who had to chauffeur them around for you." He mocked, "from now on, you'll keep The useful shoes and jackets when we go out."
She gasped, "What was wrong with my jacket?"
"Its paper thin, you're always cold." He complained. She moved up his chest, "Oh so what happened to the great Mr. Salvatore, always there for the damsel in distress rescue mission and sacrificing his jacket? I didn't ask for it."
"fine, I'll keep a kit in the car for you, so whenever we go out-" he suddenly realised his words, the humour washed off his face and left behind awkwardness.
Elena got off of him and sat down on the bed, reaching for the blanket to wrap it around herself, Damon pursed his lips, "Elena."
"Hmmm?" she asked.
"You hated this date right?" he asked, "Now we know how absolutely dead our relationship would be."
Elena sighed, "Yes- tonight was a disaster. I hated it."
There was silence before she shook her head, "We should go back."
He looked over at her, "its six in the morning."
"I can't stay here, it's just- please. Let's go before we end up like this again. We need to be normal okay, you need to be a jerk, and I need to be a bitch because,- we both are better as those people." She said looking overwhelmed. He cupped her face.
"Okay, done. The second we leave here, we never ever talk about any of this. We don't talk about how good it was or any stupid memory of this place." He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, Elena moaned kissing him back, pulling him close before she parted slightly, "Don't tell anyone about how this was the best date ever? Done." She kissed him this time slow and deep, remembering this feeling for her whole life. When they parted this time. Elena got out of bed to get ready.
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Elena was lying on her bed, eating macaroons. She couldn't bring herself to do anything or form any evil plans or even work on her passion. Her scrapbook from when she was thirteen was wide-spread open on her bed, her designs were all over the book. She had new designs now and she had evolved as a person but this book always made her feel better.
When she heard a knock, she wanted to push her head back in her pillow, "Who is it?"
Meredith peeked in, followed by Bonnie and April. Elena sat up in bed, Bonnie casually jumped in while Meredith and April sat at the bed foot.
"We miss you E." April said reaching for Elena's scrapbook. Elena swatted her hand away and gathered it up, "I am tired and that dress is making me queasy." She pointed at Meredith's shirt-dress, "Ive made myself clear about my girls wearing urban outfitters."
The brunette blushed with embarrassment, "Its actually Alexander McQueen."
"it looks like you're trying to be a nurse and a slob all together, go change now." Elena said through churned teeth, Meredith got up, picking her mustard coloured bag and left.
Elena sat back wondering why no one was saying anything about Damon or Caroline, mostly they gave each detail. And now that her brain was itching to know more, they were not even commenting on the subject.
"Elena, you haven't picked out a dress for the fundraiser gala yet, should I help you?" April said eagerly, Elena had completely forgotten about that event, it was in two days.
"Sure." She pointed towards the Closet, when Bonnie and her were left alone, she finally started, "Have you heard from Damon?"
Bonnie pursed her lips angrily, Elena could now see how much Bonnie saw him as a competition. "I am glad I haven't, how was your date- you haven't spilled to me." It had been days yet Elena had kept her mouth shut, "It was a disaster. I hated it." She said leaning back against her pillow, "it just showed me how dead of a relationship would I have if that could ever happen."
Bonnie squinted her eyes, not believing her words for a moment, if she knew anything, it was to charm billionaires and know Elena Gilbert. And she just knew this yearning meant more.
"He's been with Caroline, the whole week. Shopping and restaurants, they were at the movies yesterday. They are sneaking behind Tyler." Bonnie said in one go.
"What?" Elena actually felt a wave of jealousy cross her but then she remembered that was what Damon was suppose to do.
He hadn't called her once, or even texted her. Was he pulling the ignoring trick on her.
"Do you know where they are now?" she asked.
"Yeah." Bonnie said with the hope of getting in Elena's good books again.
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Damon was hardly keeping up with her, so much for sneaking around, Caroline was dragging him everywhere. He was exhausted. He remembered when he called her after Hamptons, she cried on the phone saying how Tyler said something to compare her with one of his exes. She was ecstatic that Damon wanted to see her.
"I can't believe I have to go to the gala with that dick." Caroline said as he put two coffees on the table of the coffeehouse and sat down next to her, "So don't, take me instead." He said with his best puppy eyes even pouting for comical effect. She sighed, "Ah I wish. But once I talk to Josephine, she's in the elegant club, I have something on Carol that's going to kick her off the club. Once she's out, they won't ever think of replacing me."
For the first time, he was interested in her conversation, he leaned forward, tucking a strand of hair away from her face, "And what do you have on her."
She giggled as he nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses on her cheek, "Damon, stop!"
"Make me."
She pulled away, "Fine- well Carol cheated on George with Josephine's husband. I know all about it because my dad, owns the estate near their house, it happened in September."
He blinked a few times, "wow. So how are you going to prove this?"
She looked around before learning to speak in his ear, "George's lover knows all about it, that's the person who has all the proof."
"so they both are cheating on each other?"
"and with different men." Caroline said snickering.
Oh so now he knew why George wanted to keep it a secret, most people with traditional brands never wanted to associate with men like George. "Let me guess, George is dating some young-"
Caroline nodded, "He was a model for the Lockwood line. Now he just wants George to himself."
"Does Carol and Tyler know?" he asked, she shook her head, "Nope. If it weren't for my strong network, no one would know."
"That kind of cheating mess can get anyone kicked out of any society." He laughed. He wrapped his arm around her, "Then do it Caroline, I can't wait to be able to show you off."
She blushed, "Me neither."
Damon reached for his coffee when he caught the look of a familiar looking face. April was pretending to read a magazine and obviously stalking him. He just knew Elena was around. What was she doing here.
"Wait, I have to make a call " Damon said to the Blonde and she let him go reluctantly. Damon walked towards the end of the cafe, it was crowded. He slowly walked over to stand near April's table, "Where's Elena?"
She gasped seeing that he caught her, he rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, you have holes cut out in the magazine."
April huffed, "She's in the second booth."
Damon patted the top of her head, "Tip for next time, let Meredith do it."
He walked by the booths and slipped into the second one, Bonnie and Elena looked shocked seeing him. "Hey ladies, may I ask why you all are camping here?"
"We are getting coffee." Bonnie said defensively. Elena nodded in support, looking down to avoid his eyes, "Yes, this place has the best coffee." She picked up her cup and drank a gulp, following by making a scrunched-up face, "So good."
Damon moved closer, gesturing Bonnie to close in, "You guys need to find a guy, he is George's boyfriend. He has evidence that Carol slept with Harold."
"Josephine Fell- Harold? Elena asked surprised, he nodded, "Caroline wants to out her. So she can get a stronger position in the club and well-keep me." Damon said.
Elena looked at his face for the first time, he looked unbelievably handsome today, wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans. She loved this colour on him.
"And you don't want that?" she asked in a desperate way.
"Just get it done." He said dismissingly and walked away. Elena cupped her face in both her hands, "I hate this! I hate him! He's totally doing this ignoring thing on me."
Bonnie blinked unbelievably, as Elena got up and went around the corner to look at him, he was back at the table, pulling at Caroline's arm, he kissed her wildly as if he was actually in love with the blonde.
Elena felt her every nerve burn at the tip. She wanted to walk over and rip his head off his body. This kiss was unnecessary. Bonnie let out a sound of protest on Elena's behalf, pulling Elena to get out of there.
She didn't know she could take it, watching Damon kiss Caroline was like something out of a horror movie. As soon as they got back to her room, Elena threw her bag on her bed and turned around, "Okay Bonnie, I lied! Damon and I had one of the most beautiful nights of our lives on that stupid weekend. I loved every second of it, I was a different person with him and still somehow my own self. I even left my black Jimmy choo's at the beach to run with him."
Bonnie took the information very difficult, "So-so what to do now?"
"I don't know." Elena yelled in frustration, "All I can think about is us. I can't get enough of him and it's making me look like a fool. You have to help me!" she said holding her wrists. Bonnie nodded, "What-what do you want me to do? Get a blueberry muffin?"
"No! No. Stay here! Lock me, don't let me go anywhere near that monster. Or I will end up in tomorrows 'Salvatore slut' section in the paper." She said sitting down on the bed, "Young Elena will not let go of her dream because of- this manipulative and seductive monster! He was suppose to entrap her not me!" she ranted.
Bonnie rushed around and got her scrap book, she opened it, "Elena look at this. So beautiful- remember we said we'll actually make this orange dress."
"I love the red one." Elena fingered a sketch, Bonnie simpered, "We should get it tailored."
"Yes." She thought about it. She could do that or...
She got up and went towards her closet, looking to find the best red lingerie she owned, she looked through different sets, then she went for stockings. "The all-red set is too tacky. I know, garter belts."
"Elena! No!" Bonnie pulled at her hand, "Let's look at the scarp book or we can go to the park and feed the ducks or, we can watch breakfast at Tiffany's again."
She shrieked, "Bonnie, I have it all under control."
"No, you don't. You're acting like a classic case of Salvatore Scorned!" she said pulling Elena out, "No matter how good it was, in some years you'll think back and know that it was a mistake. And just grab a croissant to go as the biggest designer on Milan fashion week."
Elena began deep breathing as Bonnie encouraged her, "You-you're right." Elena pushed a smile on her lips, "Let me just order some macaroons and champagne from downstairs. And we will go all crazy with Audrey movies."
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This chapter was long coming. It was prepared a month ago, along with the final chapter but I was too busy in work.
How is everyone doing?
It seems that Elena prefers her social status over Damon so far? And Damon doesn't want to be played with anymore. What do you think? Please review.