Chapter 4: 'Want to be your obsession'
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Damon came back home after a long day of work and well- Caroline. He came up to his room and turned on the lights. Once he turned around his jaw almost hit his chest seeing Elena on his bed, in a very intentional seductive pose, clad in a silk robe but he could see she was barely wearing anything underneath, upon seeing him, she smirked, "Hey, who's going to teach you how to knock."
He took off his coat and threw it aside, "It's my room, maybe you shouldn't be spread half naked here."
She sat up slightly, still confident, "Damon. I get the signal, okay? The whole ignoring me to make me desperate thing doesn't work on me?"
He narrowed his eyes, "Uh, I wasn't doing it to you."
She swallowed thick, feeling a bit stupid, "You are itching to leave Caroline." She stated, "There must be a reason."
"Uh yes, the reason being that she annoys me, thought you knew that." He said turning around towards the mirror in his room and loosening his tie, Elena blinked several times, it's like he was completely immune to her. She moved the soft sheet away from her legs, wearing burgundy red sheer stockings with her lacy red set. She felt incredibly stupid, completely unaware of the fact that Damon was looking at her from the mirror. She was nothing short of a piece of art to him. He just wanted to touch her caramel chocolate hair again. He wanted to kiss every inch of her skin.
"Since you- did your part of the deal." She said toying with her strap, he couldn't believe it, did he actually reduce Elena Gilbert to this, "Thought we covered that in the Hamptons." He said turning around.
She was still on his bed, testing his patience, why was he holding back again? "Yes, but technically we said Hamptons never happened."
He walked closer, tempted. Elena looked up at him with her wide and large eyes puppy dog eyes, she didn't wait for him to say anything, she got on her knees and held on to his neck, crashing her mouth against his. She moaned of relief against this mouth. She couldn't believe she had ditched Bonnie and never went up to her room, shopped a whole range of lingerie and snuck into his room.
She pulled him over her, then rolled herself on top of him. Pulling away to kiss down his neck, "Wait-wait." He held her face, pulling her away from him even though it felt like he was in heaven.
"We should drop this." He said cupping her face, Elena shrugged her robe off , revealing soft golden skin clad in the most barely there Lace bra he had ever seen. "Oops." She said feigning innocence, "Dropped it."
"No- no." He began but was distracted by looking at the perfection that was right on top of him, begging to be his. He cleared his throat, "We should drop this whole better as we are. Elena, I- I can't stop thinking about you. We can beat the odds against us. We just have to try and see where this goes."
She pursed her lips, why oh why was he ruining it, "Damon that can't happen, if I want to have any part in the elegant society than being with you will ruin my chances by a hundred- thousand."
He reached to stroke her hair but she moved away, "No. It's better this way, you know that."
"It's not, I have feelings for you." He stated, "And I've tried to shake it off of me because honestly no part of me is familiar with what you make me feel Elena, so it's either real or no."
"No?" she asked.
"No." He repeated.
She looked at him wondering if he was being honest or not but it's not like he was trying to get laid with her, she was already here for that. "Damon, I- " she hesitated, "I do want you." She admitted, running her hand up his arm, "But I also have a dream, the one I wanted before you."
He shrugged, "Then go. I am not stopping you, I won't ever."
She felt frustrated, "God, what do you want Damon? Please, I give up- just please stop. I can bear it anymore. Don't be so cold."
When he looked at her, he felt his heart twist, her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, she looked so heartbroken at his rejection, "Night at the Hamptons was beautiful, I loved it." She sniffled looking down, "I thought we both felt that way, and then you go and kiss that bitch just to get a rise out of me."
He just wanted to hold her and tell her it meant nothing, that he wouldn't ever look at another girl if Elena were in the room, but he wouldn't say that, he wouldn't say he would never be with another woman again, "So you think I'll become monogamous while you kiss high society ass? What do I get at the end of the day? Scraps you throw my way to maintain my loyalty to your highness?"
She gasped, "So what do you want?"
He made it obvious, "You. Fully- I want to take you places and call you mine and be with you without your ulterior motives."
Elena got up the bed, "I guess we can't negotiate."
He pursed his lips, resisting the view of her beautiful body as she grabbed her robe, "Emmhmm." Elena knew he was trying his best to keep his hands off her, that's why she stood longer, "Is there a problem, Damon?
"Nothing a call to my sweet Caroline won't solve." He faked a smile. She clutched her fists and stormed out , hot on her heels.
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Elena felt humiliated even though everything with Damon had been private, she was going to seek retribution the best way she could find.
She knew for a fact, he wouldn't miss the fundraiser, despite Bonnie being extremely pissed off at her, they got ready to go to the gala. Before they would enter, Elena waved her hand at someone coming in a tux from a far, Bonnie was dumbfounded when she saw Tom, his family was way into politics and he was considered one of the hottest guys in town.
"I have a date." Elena said with a glint of mischief in her eyes, she stepped away from Bonnie, "Find, George's boyfriend. See you."
Bonnie shook her head, "Ughh you are hopeless."
Elena hooked her arm around her date's arm and went inside, her eyes immediately spying for Damon, was he alone? Did he have a date?
Was he even here?
"Elena." She heard Damon, behind her and smirked turning around, "Elena Gilbert, long time no see." He repeated, and Elena saw Caroline standing right by his side, was she here with him?
"Oh hey, Damon." Elena said casually, "I haven't seen you since-"
Damon completed, "The white party."
She shrugged, "Yeah whatever." She said, Caroline took a step forward, "I heard you struggled very hard to get a hold of Carol. Elena, this is getting really sad." Caroline clicked her tongue. Damon chuckled.
Elena clutched her hand the sight, "Not as sad as your undone roots, Caroline."
Tom shifted uncomfortably by her side, to which Elena turned and said, "Can you get me a drink, darling?"
"Sure." He said. She could feel Damon's eyes on her and that's why she grabbed Tom's elbow, pulling him to her and crashed her lips passionately against his, for a few moments before letting go with a flushed face. She could see Damon was fuming or maybe hurting.
"He's so sweet." She said walking away from the duo.
The whole night, Elena was sticking close to Tom, acting like she was obsessed with him, she knew Damon's eyes were following her every move. Every time she kissed or touched Tom, he was just there looking at her with his sad blue eyes.
They were at their table, when Tom leaned in, "Do you want to go to the coat closet?"
She raised a brow, "Um, I am not cold."
"I know." He chuckled, "I mean- for, other reasons like-"
Elena blinked several times, in her quest to making Damon jealous, she had this half-brain douche thinking she was interested in him.
Damon was alone at his table, focused on Elena. He looked about ready to give up, nostrils flaring, eyes blazing fire. As if he was daring her to do it, she raised a brow at him but he remained unmoving, not ready to surrender.
She held Tom's hand, "let's go." The boy eagerly followed Elena to the room, Elena closed the door after them and turned around letting out a sigh, as Tom got his hands on her waist, she pushed him, "Ugh don't touch me."
"What-what's wrong?" he asked
And Elena really didn't know what was wrong. Boys like Tom were the right kind of boys, they weren't too crazy and controversial like Damon. They were rich and had some minimum sense of culture and taste. He was easy on the eyes too with his brown-blonde hair, green eyes and a smile that made your heart melt in a puddle.
Yet she wanted something entirely different.
"I am not going to have sex with you in a bloody coat closet. And just because you brought me in here is why I never will!" she accused. He blinked in surprise, "Oh. Then why did you,-"
"Just shut up and go stand in the corner." She ordered, waiting by the door. Tom, extremely intimidated by her, did as she asked.
She heard someone knock to which she smiled wickedly, leaning forward she faked a moan, "2 minutes!"
Tom looked at her like she was crazy.
The knocking persisted. Elena smirked, running her hand in her hair a bunch of times, she slid the side of her gown to reveal a bra strap and walked towards Tom, unbuttoning his coat and a few of his buttons. Holding his hand she dragged him to the door and opened fake gasping, expecting to see Damon, yet in front of her was her father, Grayson Gilbert. When he saw her, his eyes widened, Elena flushed with shame, "Dad, it's not what it looks like."
Tom nodded, "Exactly!"
Just then, Damon walked by, like he was just passing, "Oh, Gray, you found her, told you she was around here near the coat closet."
She glared at him. He stepped behind Grayson and mouthed an 'Oops'.
"Weren't you dating Simon?" Grayson asked.
"Dad that ended months ago." She began, "Please can we just go home?"
Tom literally shivered, "I'll grab your coat."
"Elena this is disappointing, my daughter is in a cheap coat closet- acting like some-"
Elena watch Damon smirk before disappearing back inside the party.
When he went to sit back down there, his phone buzzed with a text from her.
I thought I'd never forget that date, and then 10 minutes in the closet with Tom cleansed you out of my system.
He knew it couldn't be true, yet he was angry, he had counted the whole eleven times Elena kissed her frog Prince Tom tonight. He had to move on, this wasn't him.
He was lost in thought when Bonnie put a heavy scrapbook on His table, "If you think of yourself as so important in Elena's life, how come there is no mention of you in this? This is her life and her dream." She left the book there and left.
Damon reached for the book, feeling some sort of way. What had Elena done to him, he was behaving like an entirely different human being.
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She was at home, frustrated and done with all of this. She had sent an aggressive text, she had behaved extremely weird today, yet she was unable to break him.
She decided that no matter what, she would break him tomorrow, he would love her without his stupid conditions. He had to.
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"He didn't come home last night." His housekeeping told her and there she was standing there like a desperate fool. Elena got in the car, calling Meredith, "Can you tell me where Damon is?".
The girl seemed hesitant, "Bonnie said not to tell you."
"Meredith, this is your final strike, if you don't-"
"Ugh fine, he's at the Hamptons." She groaned.
Elena let out a sigh of relief determined to go there, so he did miss her. Yes he did. Elena hung up her phone, putting the radio on. She didn't know why she felt so good. For a second she felt like it had all been over. They would re-live their date, there won't be any games.
In an hour, she was pulling up to his huge house, the security recognised her immediately, letting her in. She was after all a regular here for every summer until she turned 13. After that she started going to Europe for summers.
Elena had just parked and got out, when she saw the house door open, the familiar blonde was just leaving. Elena hid until she saw Caroline get in the car and drive away.
Hurt and shock grasped her. He brought her here? Of all places he could have.
Elena went inside, Damon was in the kitchen, shirtless, pouring himself OJ when she walked in, "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I came to make a big mistake. Now I know better." She seethed, "How could you bring her here? You said you had feelings for me and you slept with her!"
He stepped back to lean against the counter, "Oh and what about the coat closet guy, Daddy didn't let you take him home?" he mocked.
"That was fake, you knew that. We had no coat closet memories but we had memories of here, that you ruined so easily!" she screamed in frustration.
He didn't say anything as she continued, "How could you-"
"you told me to sleep with her." He accused. She nodded, not realising that tears were rolling down her face, "I did, didn't I? But I didn't say it again, not after us but here you are-"
"I can do whatever I want, remember?" he shouted too, "Yes apparently, it's very easy for you to." She wiped her cheeks. "Thank you for being my biggest regret." She said turning around to go, she stopped when he clutched her wrist and turned her to face him, "What were you here for?"
She shook her head, "Let me go."
"I will. " he said softly, "If you tell me."
She pulled her arm back but in vain, "I was here to tell you that I was tired of our games, and want you- fully, completely. I don't care about anything." She said passionately, tears still rolling down her eyes, "Not the stupid position, not any revenge on Caroline, no anger. Just you and I."
He looked at her for a second as if checking if she was being honest. "You have no idea how easily you shifted my priorities and that makes me want to rip your head off."
There was silence for a while before he murmured, "I didn't sleep with Caroline."
She looked up shocked, he shrugged, "i kiss her once and you bring in a whole 'designated kisser' for the party. You faked your seven minutes in heaven last night so I –"
She interrupted, "Faked bringing Caroline here."
There was silence for a few seconds, "You're awful." She sniffled.
"Speak for yourself." He spoke softly.
"No, no, you tortured me, you and your Salvatore suffer program of deprivation has led me to a startling conclusion,-"
her words died as he kissed her holding her close, Elena's bag dropped from her hand as she pulled him closer to kiss him back. He pulled her to sit on the counter, unzipping her jacket. While he placed kisses against her neck, she slightly threw her head back, holding him close to her body, "I missed you, how could I miss you? You make me crazy!" Damon whispered in her ear.
She smiled reaching for the zip on his jeans, he moved his hands down her leg towards her finally fitting closed shoes, "You brought good shoes."
"Hmm I figured we'd walk."
"God, you're hot." He purred, lying her back on the counter and standing between her legs, she gasped and moaned as he filled her and began moving inside her. While she kissed and bit the skin of his shoulders. "
With deep thrusts, she moved her head from side to side and reached her climax, screaming.
Afterwards she could feel his small kisses against her chest and her collar bones.
"I haven't forgotten the day when you were in my bed, tempting me. I took three cold showers when you left."
She giggled kissing the top of his head, "I figured."
He looked up, moving up to look at her, "And last night, you were with that schmuck acting like he could replace me. I knew he didn't yet I wanted to feed his balls to him."
Elena winced, "Ouch."
He shrugged, "What I mean to say is, as much as my Salvatore suffer program drove you to insanity, the retaliation under Elena-enmity was equally torturous if not more."
She frowned, "You know, let's just call it a truce on the terms of the truce."
He pursed his lips, "Deal but that doesn't mean I am not going to punish you in the bedroom."
She sat up, "Aw, no but you're cute." She cupped the side of his face and kissed him briefly.
"I am going to change the sheets where that bitch slept and you can make me breakfast."
Elena said getting off the counter, he watched in amusement as she stretched.
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They were laying side by side in bed, she had a permanent smile on her face, her legs rubbing against his under the sheet, they had been either talking or making out for the most part, "We had to be serious."
"See an honest letter to my favourite teacher, hardly means criticising their fashion choices." He stroked her hair, "Look in my opinion, a narcissist should at least look good to be in character." Elena added.
He frowned to which she said, "She's a narcissist, I mean who wants to receive letters form their students?"
He shook his head, "So you're saying because of your crue-honesty, she didn't wanted to pass you." He had changed his words half way.
Elena mumbled, "I did write a second one, I need good grades for spotless applications."
He cupped her face, and reached to kiss her, "Of course you did- you don't accept a grade a grade lower than 'pretentious' it's an insult." He mocked.
She gasped pushing at his chest, "You're not funny,"
"Oh I am not that bad, " he pulled her closer and kissed the side of her head, "and you like most of me, my soft side, my jerk side, my games." He raised a brow.
She hid her face in his chest, "Mmm or just your fashion sense."
He chuckled, "and I am unbelievably handsome." Elena resisted to pass a counter comment, he looked down at her, "What have you done to her?" he asked suspiciously, "Where is Elena Gilbert?" she laughed, "Just because I chose you over a stupid seat and didn't say,-" he interrupted, "Stupid seat? Elegant society seat? Elena you would have given away two buckets of my blood for that seat. You would have sacrificed me in a ritual." He said dramatically.
"It doesn't matter, Damon. Being with you makes me happier." She cupped his face, "If I had to stand another day seeing you even in 10 meter vicinity of Caroline Forbes, I would have exploded. And to think it was all my fault."
He realised at that moment how important he was to her. She would never have chosen him otherwise.
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After a magical weekend away from their lives, they were back in the city to a whole new world. Mrs. Lockwood had been kicked off and banned for life from the elegant society. Caroline and Tyler broke up over the weekend. And Caroline was constantly blowing up Damon's phone.
If he had been his old selfish self, he would be ecstatic. He had Elena. The thought that they both wanted a relationship was a relief to him because he was done with games. "Be my date the Ball tomorrow." He asked. Even though he hated that annual ball, but he remembered the smile Elena had when she talked about it.
She was looking outside the car window, finger trailing absent patterns on the dashboard, she was lost. He asked again. "Elena?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want to go to the Ball together." He said reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers, "Whatever you want sweetheart." She said kissing the top of his hand.
Alright enough, he pulled over to a side, which confused her, she sat up facing him. "Elena, I am not one of your schmucks, I am not Matt or Tom or the Vanderbilt."
She nodded, "I know."
"Then talk to me, say it. Don't be like those trophy wives with zero passion for anything. We were not that and it's what made us amazing." He said frustrated, she took in a deep sigh, "There is nothing to talk about."
"You regret it? Choosing me?"
"No, a million times no. It's just it's all so new to me, and it's special but Damon, we love games. God, what if we aren't good without games?"
she started, "I had vowed to not be one of those high society girls who went soft and sacrificed their whole identity to be with a man. And now I am one of those girls and the weird part is that I love it. I love being with you."
He waited for a few moments before leaning forward to hold her, "You're scared of falling in love with me."
"love?"
He shrugged, "Love changes us, Elena. We don't plan on it changing us but it does."
She pursed her lips, "Do you love me?" there was a look of curiosity on her face, she really really wanted to know.
He looked to a side, "You know we don't have to pretend you don't love me."
She frowned, "Wow, you really do love games."
He sat back as If waiting for her to say it, she folded her arms across her chest, "Fine. Unless you don't say so, I am re-starting the Elena-enmity program again."
"Ah, then I won't touch you. Till you admit it." He shrugged.
"Damon I left the most important thing to me for you! All you have to do is be the first to give in this time. You royal ass!" she shouted in frustration.
"well I prostituted myself around for weeks to please you. Look at my phone, it's like a relationship helpline for Caroline Forbes." He picked up his phone which flashed Caroline's number.
She looked the other way, not speaking to him, he started the car again, "Great just great. I don't know why I try with you at all."
"Eyes on the road." She called loud.
"Don't order me." He seethed.
"Don't piss me off." She said with anger.
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"Can you believe it, Bonnie? He thinks he can win by this whole sex-ban. He is ridiculously childish." She said as she scrubbed her toes in the bath tub, Bonnie was curling her hair, "Oh like it doesn't work on you. He dragged you around like a doll with this tactic."
"I hate him." She stated, "I have been considerate and nice and-"
Bonnie clutched the iron, "Elena, how is this hard for you? You left almost everything that is important to you for him, I know you love him, he knows you love him."
Elena looked away stubbornly, "I refuse to love any man who is so narcissistic that he rather make me miserable then lose."
Her friend turned around, "Get out of the bath. Your feet are getting pruned up."
"and you're burning your curl." She pointed out, Bonnie hissed fixing her hair,
She was frustrated with Damon, yet happy in a sense, she was completely distracted from the whole elegant society business. Though she had been having second thoughts coming back from the Hamptons, she had none now. She was determined on making Damon say it first.
"Oh God what is this!" Elena shouted seeing her dress for the ball, it had been burned from ironing.
"I am sorry, Elena." April said nearly crying, "The cleaners said it was an accident but-"
"I will pack you up in a box and send you to Indonesia! You can't do anything right! Go and get me a smoothie." She screamed at April. Just when she turned around panicking in her room, her door got knocked at, she moved back to see Damon, standing there with a proud and excited grin.
"There's the girl I –" he drew out his sentence, "Care about extremely." Her face fell and she clenched her jaw. He said walking in and snapped his fingers, Elena saw her housekeeping maid, Rosetta come in with a large box and kept it on the bed.
"Damon, what destructive activities are you up to today?" she said with a scrunched up look on her face.
"I was informed of this dress situation and hence, I come bearing gifts."
"How did you find out, it just happened." She narrowed her eyes, "Did you burn my dress?"
He feigned a gasp, "That is horrible, is it something I would do?"
"Yes." She almost shouted, as she walked up to the box, she threw the lid open and squealed, "That's my dress."
Bonnie quirked an eyebrow up, walking near, "No Elena , you don't have this."
"No, Bonnie, this is my dress. It's in my scrapbook." She said looking over her shoulder to Damon, he shrugged, "Bonnie must have misplaced your scrap book."
Elena looked down at the beautiful golden dress that blended into orange at the skirt. It had the same velvety texture like she had imagined, it was perfect. She could feel tears coming to her eyes. "This is beautiful, Damon."
"It is." He said walking over to take a look himself, "However, it would only exceed it's value when you wear it."
She sucked in a breath, "I will. Thank you."
"Don't thank me, thank the 13 year old, Elena Gilbert. Her first design is going public, straight out of the vault." He cupped the side of her face, she smiled leaning forward to kiss him but he surprised her by stepping back, "I should be leaving."
Elena shot him a death glare, "Damon, stop this."
He smirked and shook his head, touching her nose with his pointer finger, "Only you know how to." He said and then winked at Bonnie, mouthing, "Her favourite." Pointing to himself as he left.
"He's a dick." Bonnie seethed. Elena turned around to face her, "I hate him, Bonnie! I hate him so much he can never make me say it ever. A girl with my reputation will never kneel to him."
"She shouldn't have to!" Bonnie agreed. "He's not your favourite, is he? Out of us all?" the girl asked, Elena shook her head in pity, "Oh poor you, come here."
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Elena had paid special attention to every detail, the soft curls of her hair to the hidden lingerie. Everything was designed to make him surrender. When she arrived, she kept an eye out of Damon. Her girls were on alert to let her know when he arrives.
She was getting a drink when she spotted Caroline, in her glittery dress. Elena walked over , a smug look on her face, "Aw care, you look so down, is everything okay?" she asked with fake concern, touching her shoulder. Caroline looked up at her bitterly, "You must be gloating, I am off the stupid club, that's what you wanted right?"
Elena frowned, she had completely forgotten to check on everything, "Apparently those old bitches don't trust anyone associated with the Lockwood, enter you!" she hissed getting up, "how did you find out about George's boyfriend. Tyler thinks I outed his dad! Because of you."
Elena sucked in a breath, "Caroline I am sorry, I am, I didn't do anything. I don't want the seat anymore. Some of my girls can go above and beyond for-"
"Don't pretend to care." She said walking closer to her, "Ive heard Josephine say she wants you in the club, they all want to have the new fashionista of the group, since Lockwood is out with her dead line, you are just in time with your stupid brand." She nearly shouted.
Elena looked around to see if they were getting attention, "Caroline, please honey, calm down." She said softly.
"Arghh screw you! You think the whole world should revolve around you. It won't, not for long. Nice dress by the way you pretentious slut." She said shoving Elena aside to leave.
Elena watched her leave the party, feeling a bit guilty for being a part of Caroline- Train wreck. Even though the girl had cheated on their friendship with Matt, Elena seemed to not care about that anymore. Why? She asked herself. What was so different.
"Hey. Beautiful dress." She heard Damon's voice. Elena cursed the universe as she turned around to face him, of course it was different. She didn't care anymore because guys like Matt didn't matter one bit.
"Nice tux." She complimented, and it was. Elena bet it was as soft to touch as it was to look at, she resisted to touch, "Damon, I wanted to say something. It can't wait. Come." She held his hand and took him across the main floor towards the wide and empty staircase, she could hear his heart racing and it made her grin.
She pushed him against the staircase wall, and nearly jumped him. Kissing him deeply, he hummed against her mouth as she cupped his face with force. She could feel his hardness against her thigh. She parted, "I love- I love." She whispered between gasps, she could swear the black in his pupil had taken up the whole space as he looked at her, eager for her to continue.
"I love this dress, Damon. It's everything I ever imagined it to be. Thank you." She said smirking and brushing her lips against his.
He had been tricked. God, he hated her just as much as he loved her. She pulled away, "Is there something you want to say?"
He clenched his jaw, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do." He stepped closer invading her personal space, she backed away looking up at him, as he leaned in, "I love- that we can be so honest and open with each other." He kissed her temple and walked down the stairs, Elena put her hands on her hips, "Good, then I guess this is the most we go to Damon, I will never say it. Ever."
He shrugged walking away, "Fine by me. I have an endless amount of self-control, baby."
She groaned in annoyance as he disappeared, Elena came back to the party and was immediately pulled by Bonnie, "Josephine has been looking all over for you." She dragged her to the group.
Elena sat down at their table, "Good evening ladies. It's an honour to be able to sit with you."
Mrs Fell smiled, "Well, get used to it, it's your spot now."
"Our previous youth was disappointing to say the least." Gretchen said with a scrunched-up face.
Mrs Fell sipped her champagne nodding her head, "Not only was she with that rainbow's son Tyler Lockwood but also rolling around with a Salvatore. I saw them around town."
Elena sank into her seat, "God have mercy on that girl. Those boys are nothing but trouble." Emily, who was patting her neck with a napkin commented. Elena knew who she was. One of the milfs on Damon's list.
"It's natural for boys to behave this way, you know when their mother just ends up dead in their childhood because of alcohol addiction." She laughed, "Poor lily, she would have loved this champagne." Another one commented.
Elena restrained herself from saying something. It was like her dream was dancing in front of her. Little Elena begging her to choose her over Damon. But then she loved Damon, who loved games. She was so confused about what she wanted.
Damon could see her from a far, Elena uncomfortably shifting in her seat, nodding at everything and not saying a word, plastering fake smiles, drinking a lot of bubbly. When she grabbed a brownie and shoved it in her mouth that's when he knew she was going crazy over there.
"She's confused." Bonnie said standing by his side. "I can see that."
"She finally got what she wanted and now there is just one conditional clause." Bonnie said clicking her tongue looking up and down at him, "I can help her make her decision." He said after a sigh.
Bonnie frowned, "How?" when Damon set his glass down on the table and got up, she panicked, "No-no, oh my god, no!"
He chuckled walking up to the table, "Elena we have to talk." He interrupted the ladies, they all paused looking up at him disapprovingly, Elena almost shivered getting up and wiping the sweat off the back of her neck, almost muttering, "Damon- go, not now."
"I know I've been running around after you and chasing you but I have a feeling you want me to. You do." He started, Elena looked around at the women nervously, "But I am done with this, either you admit it or I stop, I don't the time or energy for this chase anymore, there could only be one reason why you hate the idea of being with my brother, me! Stop lying to yourself, you want me." He declared dramatically.
"Damon, please go." She said in a low and dangerous voice.
"You don't know what you're missing." He said cupping her face and crashing his lips against her harshly, almost forcing it. Elena pushed him, embarrassed and overwhelmed, she slapped him. "Damon!" she shouted.
She didn't realise she had slapped him until a second later, he stepped back, surprised, "Fine, you're too stuck up anyway. I'll leave you alone." He said harshly and left.
Elena watched him go and touched her chest for some much-needed breath, she sat back down, shocked. Mrs. Fell reached to hold her other hand, "That was horrible, good for you to tell that man off. How dare he try to mix with you, the women of our club aren't shameless floozies."
Her jaw dropped, a cruel realisation struck her, it hadn't been her choice at all. "No, No!" she panted. "You, you- even you!"
She pointed at everyone at the table, "You are all floozies, jobless, passionless floozies who pretend to be better. You all live off your family money and act like a Hermes Bag gives you any position to be horrible about everything and everyone."
She spat, "I am not shocked because my mother told me that a million times and I never listened. I won't let this be my future and this define me. I hear my mother loud and clear. None of you could get a fulfilling relationship on your best days. You know what? I know about each one of you bitches."
She got up, "Three of you have Slept with the man that just left and the other three were a bit too old for him. Guess what, I am a Salvatore floozy. And not only have I slept with him in every position known to mankind but I love him. I do. And if I have to choose between the man I love and a seat with you old hags. The answer is pretty obvious."
She could see Bonnie looking at her jaw dropped, she picked up her bag, "I am launching my line next week, none of you show up. We don't make clothes for corpses put together with plastic surgery."
She said heading out herself.
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Elena opened the door to the roof and sighed seeing Damon, standing there, drink in hand, coat off, staring into the night. "I looked for you everywhere." She said taking off her heels and walking closer. He turned his head back, "How do you always know where I am?"
"The girls were on the clock." She said throwing her heels down. He chuckled, "So why are you here?"
"How did you know I'd slap you?" she asked. He looked down and huffed, "You don't remember, do you?"
She raised a brow to which he said, "11 years ago, my baby brother had a huge crush on you. Kissed you on the cheek on the dinner table, you punched him in his stomach. It was very awkward between your parents and my dad after that." He recalled taking a sip from his whiskey, "I figured you haven't changed that much, public declarations give you this intense sense of instinctual repulsion."
She giggled realising, "Oh I even kicked Stefan at the white party." He raised his glass. "Bingo."
She shook her head, "but why? Why would you publicly humiliate yourself? Why would you do this?"
"I wanted you to have what you wanted, I was holding you back." He confessed, "I can't do that to you."
Elena felt her heart flutter at his words, her eyes almost teared up, "And why is that?"
She looked at him with so much belief that he knew he had to surrender, "I love you. I can't be selfish with you."
Elena just let his words sink in, she loved those words. Tears rolled down her eyes as he began, "But you were right, you've wanted this longer than you've wanted me and,-"
She interrupted shaking her head, "No, no. I actually turned them down. Half an hour with them made me realise that I don't need them." She sniffled, "When I saw you walking out and the thought of losing you actually filled me, Damon, I realized how little that meant to me. And I stood up and just berated each one of them."
He stared at her in surprise as she went on, "I might have disclosed your milf list and our sexual activity. I called myself a Salvatore floozy at one point."
He laughed, she joined him for a moment before becoming serious again, "And I told them what I should have told you first." She saw his expressions changed, entirely focused on her, he asked, "What?"
Elena bit her lip, "What you said a little while ago. Starts with a I, ends with a you." He rolled his eyes, "For heaven's sake Elena." He pulled her to him, she cupped his face, "I love you." Just when the words left her mouth, he kissed her. Holding her as close as possible. She moaned against his mouth when their tongues met.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her; he'd never let go. When she pulled back from lack of air, he rested his forehead against hers, "I love you too."
She moved away, holding his hand, "Well I did make you say it."
He pulled her back to his arms, kissing her again, "I don't care. You're mine. I win."
She looped her arms around his neck, "I am, now pick up my heels and take me home."
He laughed, leaving her shoes there and heading for the stairs, she shrieked, "Damon pick them up!"
"Why don't you make me?" he dared. She bit her lip, "Here we go again."
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And that's the wrap on this story. This was done ages ago however I just didn't get around posting it. I will also be posting and finishing my other stories.
So how do you like this Damon, finally taking control of situation and bringing Elena to himself.
How do you like jealous Elena finally realizing what's more important.
Do review. I'd be waiting.
I am open for requests on story.