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Borgia
Bonnie listened to Bianca and Marcel chat about Mystic Falls and the various sights to see as she drove towards Marcel's hotel. As soon as Bianca introduced him and he smiled at Bonnie as if she met his expectations, she felt the heat creep up from her chest to her face and she gripped the steering wheel so tight, her hands were beginning to ache.
"So Bonnie, what do you do for fun in Mystic Falls?" Marcel asked from the backseat.
"Very little," she mumbled.
"My sister is not exactly the going out type, she's a homebody…prefers to be home with that special someone who will watch her teeny bopper shows with her," Bianca teased causing Bonnie to grit her teeth.
"Well everyone can't party every night, some of us have jobs that require us to be awake before noon," Bonnie snapped.
She heard Marcel breathe out slowly in the backseat and she could see Bianca's eyes burning holes into her from the passenger seat, "Nice Bon," she remarked sarcastically.
Bonnie pulled in front of the Westin where Marcel was staying, "Here's your hotel," she turned plastering a smile on her face and meeting Marcel's eyes.
He looked between Bonnie and Bianca, "Well ok. I will uh…talk to you later Bianca, nice meeting you Bonnie."
"Mmmhmm," Bonnie managed to squeeze out as Bianca slid out of the passenger seat along with Marcel. Bonnie was fuming as she watched them speaking outside the car. Her sister always pulled stunts like this. Bonnie only forgave her a year ago when she showed up to one of Bonnie's birthday parties with some miscellaneous guy who Bianca named 'Anti-Enzo', it didn't matter that Bonnie was still with Enzo. Bianca opened the car door and plopped in the passenger seat.
"You were rude," Bianca crossed her arms and stared straight ahead.
"Rude? You didn't tell me anything about him!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"I did tell you about him."
"Not that he would be hopping in my car at the airport! Why did you think it was ok to just spring him on me like that? I didn't ask to be set up by you."
"You need to be set up by someone, maybe you wouldn't be so uptight," Bianca mumbled.
"You know what…" Bonnie turned to her twin with her eyes flashing.
"What Bonnie?" Bianca turned looking at her with a smirk on her face.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh!" Bonnie screamed as she pulled away from the curb, "you are a piece of work, do you know that? Not an hour in Mystic Falls and you have already climbed on my last nerve."
"Oh Bonnie, don't be so dramatic. I brought a guy to meet you and maybe give you a good couple of days of fun. Way to overreact."
"Boy did I miss you," Bonnie shook her head.
"I know you did and the fun has just began!" Bianca beamed as she looked down at her cell.
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"Good Evening ladies, are you enjoying your time here at Revel," Damon grinned gazing down at 4 ladies sitting on one of the VIP couches. They all looked at him and giggled. They were pretty, every single one of them and he was starting to get antsy since he and Andie broke up. Even though, Stefan would probably disapprove, he had a pulse and sometimes that pulse needed to be touched.
"We are. This is a nice place…are you one of the managers?" a redhead with green eyes asked.
"I'm actually the owner," he leaned on the couch back gazing down where he got a nice glimpse of the redhead's cleavage and the way she leaned back, he could tell she was well aware of what he was looking at.
"Oh the owner, well aren't we lucky."
"I'm the lucky one," Damon smiled, "so what's your name?" He noticed the other women began to talk amongst themselves realizing that only one friend would possibly get lucky tonight.
"Chloe," she smiled.
"Well Chloe, I'm Damon…" he reached in his pocket for a card, "why don't you give me a call sometime?"
She reached for his card and raised an eyebrow, "Oh I will."
Damon winked standing up and heading towards Stefan's office. His brother was turned towards the security screens, "So Brother, see anything interesting?" Damon entered the office.
"I see you getting right back out there," Stefan turned to face him, "the redhead…not bad," he nodded approvingly.
Damon shrugged, "I've been a good boy for far too long."
"Being good keeps you alive."
"Yeah, yeah," Damon plopped down in one of the guest chairs.
"I thought you and Bonnie would have hooked up by now."
"Stefan, I told you. We are just friends, nothing more."
"Oh so you won't mind if I give her a call and ask her out then," Stefan raised an eyebrow.
Damon felt his hands involuntarily retract into a fist as he shook off the need to black his brother's eye, "I know this is a game for you. You would never ask Bonnie out because you my dear brother, don't mix business with pleasure."
"But Bonnie seems worth it, you know. You sure like her a lot as a friend."
Damon stopped smiling and his mouth settled into a straight line, "Stefan, leave Bonnie out of your games. She has someone. End of story."
Stefan realizing that he got the reaction that he waited for where his brother was concerned, held his hands up in surrender, "Ok…ok…message received. So changing the subject, did you get mom's text about dinner on Sunday? You think she's ready to introduce us to her new boyfriend?"
"Probably. Hopefully, this one doesn't scare away so easily," Damon picked up a piece of candy from the candy bowl on Stefan's desk.
"You threaten to disembowel someone if they hurt your mother and they run for the hills…weird," Stefan shrugged.
Damon chuckled along with Stefan. Since their father died of a massive heart attack ten years previously, Lily Salvatore had floated from relationship to relationship. Either she found something wrong with the men or Damon or Stefan or a combination of the two found something wrong with them. It wasn't like Damon had warm and fuzzies over his father anymore. Giuseppe Salvatore wasn't a bad father; he was just a father. He didn't throw the football or baseball with his sons, he taught them how to make money and how to make lots of it. Some people would describe him as cold and distant, but Giuseppe just believed that family should be run like a business. Lily was the opposite, she doted over her sons and her husband, whether they liked it or not. Damon wasn't sure he shed one tear when Giuseppe died. His father wouldn't approve of any tears. He just accepted the fact that he was the new patriarch of the family. Lily took over CEO duties of Giuseppe's real estate development company and Damon took his substantial inheritance and invested it, which helped him buy his nightclub in New York and then later Revel with Stefan.
One would think that Damon inherited Giuseppe's coldness when it came to love, but he didn't. At times, he could be cold like Giuseppe—or he used to be. However, after his incident the previous year, he changed and he didn't hate the change.
"So the game, am I picking you up or you picking me up?" Stefan asked.
"I can pick you up, I'm coming back here afterwards."
"Really? I think Alaric can handle everything."
"Bonnie is bringing her sister and her roommate," Damon stood up and walked over to Stefan's makeshift bar pouring a drink.
"Oh Bonnie has a sister?"
"Oh I didn't tell you, yes…her sister is one of the dancers from the Detroit Devils," Damon explained watching his brother's eyes widened, "don't you do it."
"Do what?" Stefan asked.
"Bonnie's sister is off limits to you, just like Bonnie."
Stefan leaned forward, "Now how do you get to dictate what happens with Bonnie's sister?"
Damon sipped his bourbon, "Because I'm the older brother," he stated.
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"So why don't you come by tonight? We haven't seen each other in a couple of days."
Bonnie poured herself another glass of wine and sipped it slow. It took everything within her not to fight Bianca on the way home from the airport and now she was relaxing with a glass of wine in her bedroom while her sister spoke with one of her boyfriends down the hallway in one of the guest rooms, "Tyler, I just picked up my sister from the airport. I can't leave her the first night of her arrival."
"She's a grown up," Tyler argued.
"I am aware. Look, we have an extra ticket to the game, you want to come?" Bonnie asked.
"A Richmond Renegade game? Hmm…they will probably lose."
"Probably, but I root for the Detroit Devils. That's my sister's team."
"Ahh, so you want me to meet the parents?"
Bonnie paused with the wine glass to her lips. Perhaps, she didn't think her invite through enough. She wanted to invite Tyler for two reasons 1) they had an extra ticket and 2) it would get Bianca to back off where Marcel was concerned, "That wasn't exactly what I was going for."
"Yes because god forbid we turn into anything serious," Tyler teased.
"Tyler…"
"Yes Bonnie."
"How about…" she began but there was a click on the other line, Bonnie held up her phone to see Damon's name show up and her stomach did that flip floppy thing that you got as a teenager when the boy you liked said your name or even better, called you on the phone, "umm…Tyler, I have to go…how about you come to the game with me and after the game, I spend the night at your place?"
"Hmm…tempting."
"It should be more than tempting," she flirted, "let me know your answer by tomorrow afternoon."
"Alright Bon, talk to you later."
"Bye," Bonnie ended the call and then clicked over, "wow, its still early for you, isn't it?"
"Yeah, well the club was a little slow. Stefan said he could handle it, so I came home to spend the night with my favorite girl."
"Sandy?"
"Exactly."
Bonnie smiled, "Well I'm sure she was pleased."
"They always are."
"So humble."
"Honest Bonnie, I'm honest."
She rolled her eyes. His arrogance was something he wore so well, like the Armani suit he had on that night at the lounge. There was no reason why she was attracted to it, but she was. It was a problem.
"So how did the pick up for your sister go?"
Bonnie sighed, "It went and I'm sure, things will get better when our parents come on Saturday."
"Oh, do you all get along?" Damon asked.
"For the most part, but our parents take turns focusing on me and my sister. Not sure who's turn it will be when they get to Mystic Falls—but I have a feeling it may be my turn and I'm dreading it," Bonnie sat cross-legged on the bed sipping wine.
"Somehow I envision you having a normal and boring family, mom…dad…dog," Damon went on.
"Not exactly, but pretty close. I had a pretty good childhood. My mom owns a boutique and my dad is a physics teacher at one of the high schools."
Damon chuckled. He was right about Miss Bonnie Bennett.
"What's so funny?" Bonnie asked.
"Because Bonnie you have no idea how much I pretty much guessed that you had the traditional family."
"And what did you have Damon Salvatore?"
"I had an upbringing, rich father who didn't particularly do the touchy feely thing and a mother who doted on us. It was probably not like yours."
"So what about now? Do you see your parents often?"
"My mother, when she's not away we get together for dinner."
"And your dad?" Bonnie asked.
"Dead," Damon answered simply, a little too simply for Bonnie's taste.
"Oh I'm sorry."
"Well you know, that's life," Damon breathed out, "so what time should we expect you at Revel on Saturday night?"
"10ish, are you planning something great for us?"
Damon laughed, "Not quite."
"I will probably need something strong by the time I get there. My parents come tomorrow and Bianca has already been pretty damn fun."
"Well I guess I will see you Saturday then," Damon stated.
"Yes, tomorrow," she smiled as they ended the call.
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"The Bees in my Bonnet," Rudy Hopkins greeted his daughters as he walked across the threshold of Bonnie's townhome, the next afternoon. Rudy was an average sized man with chestnut colored skin and a bald head. He always had a look on his face as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop with his two girls. Being the father of twin girls had definitely been an adventure for him, but he loved his girls.
"Hi Daddy," Bonnie grinned from ear to ear hugging him.
"Dad, that is still so corny," Bianca shook her head hugging him along with Bonnie.
"Well I've said that since we named you two and I'm not stopping any time soon," he stated walking in.
"Where's Mom and Grams?" Bonnie looked around him.
"Your Grandmother wants to finish her cigarette and your mother is keeping her company," Rudy walked in looking around, "the house is clear of all guys, right?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes. Her father would never let her forget the day he came to surprise her at her dorm and met Enzo for the first time in his boxers in the kitchen making breakfast, "Dad, no one is here. Elena has an early shift today and you know that if there were any guys here, I made them clear out before you all came," she winked.
"Thank God, there's no need for me to have a heart attack," Rudy turned to Bianca, "and you didn't sneak anyone in, did you?"
"Not since senior year," Bianca winked.
"My darling daughters," Rudy commented.
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Damon's eyes shot open at the sound of the buzzer outside of his apartment going off and Sandy barking at the foot of his bed. Reaching over to the nightstand, he checked his watch and his phone; he wasn't expecting anyone and Andie hadn't called in days; that relationship was pretty much dead in the water. Sliding out of bed with Sandy at his feet following him, he left the bedroom and headed down the stairs. The fact that someone was banging on his door at noon was pissing him off. Everyone who knew him was aware that he slept until at least 1pm. Through the frosted door he could see a female figure on the other side and immediately he was confused. Sandy's barking was at a loud pitch, like someone was breaking an entering and Damon turned to her, "Sandy quiet!" he ordered looking through the peephole and immediately his heart slammed against his ribcage. How was this possible? How did she find him?
"Damon, I know that you're on the other side. The dog stopped barking," her Anne Bancroft-esque voice sung from the other side.
His mouth went dry as he stood there in his foyer contemplating what to do. "Damon, come on open up the door!" a masculine voice called and he realized that this was so much worse than he imagined. He figured if he waited any longer, they would definitely cause his neighbor upstairs to glance out of the window and ole Mr. Tenora didn't care for any noise. Damon took a deep breath and opened the door bracing himself.
"What took you so long, D?" Tanner Reynolds, Damon's childhood best friend, entered the condo with a grin patting Damon on the back, "moving slow after your little…"
"Don't say it Reynolds," Damon warned as his eyes met the blonde's hazel eyes standing behind Tanner.
"Hello Damon," she stated staring right through him.
"Ms. Reynolds," Damon countered.
She smiled wryly at him as she breezed past him, "Damon, you know that you can call me Sabine, Tanner insisted that we come by your condo first. I'm here to surprise Lily actually, but I thought that I would come see you as well…see how you're doing," she replied studying him. Her hazel eyes piercing his soul.
"I'm fine," Damon answered.
She pursed her lips, "That's good to know."
"We're in town for a couple of days, Mom's here to see Lily and I'm here to hang out and see what caused you to actually stay in this hell hole…"
"Tanner!" Sabine narrowed her eyes.
"Sorry Mother, what brought you back to Mystic Falls after you ran away from here," Tanner turned to him with a smirk.
Damon met Sabine's eyes, "I needed a change of scenery away from Manhattan."
"Understandable, especially after what happened," Tanner nodded before his cell phone went off, "excuse me, it's the office. I'm also here to do some scouting for one of the real estate developers that I work for…is there somewhere I can take this call?"
"Down the hallway, 2nd door on the right," Damon nodded towards the hallway.
Tanner answered his phone and headed down the hallway. Damon turned to Sabine, who was looking at him with a gaze that he became very familiar with over the years, "Sabine, I didn't expect to see you for a very, very, very long time."
"How is that possible when your mother and I are best friends and you and my son are the same?" she asked innocently, as her finger slowly caressed Damon's chiseled chin which was clenched so tightly, he was sure it would shatter.
"If you came here to see my mother, why don't you go there?" he grabbed her hand and lowered it to her side.
"Oh Damon, you can't still be angry with me?" she purred.
He narrowed his eyes, "Oh but I am."
"If it weren't for me, you would be dead right now," she whispered.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have almost died," he countered.
She smiled, "Your eyes are so sexy when they turn that dark stormy blue."
Damon scoffed as he moved away from her as Tanner emerged from Damon's study, "So Buddy, what's going on tonight?"
Damon turned to Tanner, "Just the club tonight, but tomorrow—a basketball game, just us guys. I'm sure our mothers will go shopping or bake brownies or something," Damon smiled turning away from Sabine.
"Sounds like a plan," Tanner grinned as Sabine smiled over at Damon.
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"So Bonnie, what's new at the firm?" Rudy asked in between bites of his Caesar salad. The lunch was pleasant enough, but she knew that the questioning would start not long after the waiter took their orders—she was a little off, but nevertheless the questioning had begun.
"Umm…well, I actually just started a new account. It's different than all the others…"
"Dental floss?" Sheila asked.
"No Grams, much better than that," Bonnie sipped her water, "I'm actually heading up a job where two club owners are opening up a second place and they want help with the name, design and things like that and they are rebranding their current lounge. It's exciting and new," she beamed.
"Well that's great Honey," Rudy grinned, "I'm glad that you are finally doing what you went to school for."
Bonnie wasn't sure if that was a slight or a compliment, but she would take it as a compliment.
"We're proud of you Bonnie, you are really making your mark," Abby smiled.
"Thank you."
"So what about your relationship?" Sheila asked, "the work thing is nice, but Baby Girl let's hear it. You broke things off with Enzo suddenly and with no explanation other than 'You needed a change' so there has to be a reason for that," she focused on Bonnie.
Leave it to her Grandmother to bring up the subject that no one wanted to bring up. Rudy and Abby exchanged glances and Bianca chuckled from Bonnie's left, "Grams, me and Enzo were together ever since freshman year of college. Things changed. I changed. We just didn't fit anymore."
"He was a bad lay wasn't he?" Sheila asked.
Bonnie's eyes went wide, Rudy choked on his water, Bianca laughed out loud and Abby turned to Sheila with eyes into slits, "Mother!"
"What? I could read the energy off of those two every time they were around each other," Sheila went on putting her fork at Bonnie, "energy is very important for anyone to have an enjoyable, pleasurable experience…I mean, as much as I didn't particular like your father girls at first, I realized that he and Abigail had amazing energy together."
Bonnie blinked rapidly. She wasn't sure why this conversation with Sheila caught everyone off guard. This was a normal conversation for Dr. Sheila Bennett, Sexologist. Bonnie was grateful that Sheila at least decided not to bring out her iPad and give them a tutorial on how to improve energy between consenting adults.
"Mother," Abby lowered her voice.
"What? I just want our Bonnie to be happy. It's clear that she has a career and is very happy with it—I just want her to have all aspects of happiness. I'm not saying she should get married and start to have children, god knows that's not something to do in your 20's," Sheila rolled her eyes, "but what I am sayings is that our Bonnie deserves a man who will make her eyes roll back in her…"
"Ok, that's enough Grams…Bianca, how's the team doing this year?" Bonnie smiled turning to her sister.
"It's going ok, may make it to the playoffs," she shrugged, "and Grams, you will be happy to know that I am having a very, very, very fun time," Bianca touched Sheila's arm and smiled widely.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Rudy sighed throwing down his fork.
"Rudolph after all these years, you shouldn't be so uptight about this," Sheila turned to Abby, "I suggest you have a talk with your husband after this lunch."
Bonnie shook her head with amusement. For all intents and purposes, her family was very normal and almost annoyingly so. Bianca always hated it, but Bonnie loved it. Her family was the one thing that gave her peace when the world around her was hectic. She loved coming home every night to a father and mother who insisted on eating dinner every night at the dining room table and speaking about their day. When she thought about people who didn't have families like hers, she felt sorry for them.
Her family helped to make her the person she was. Then there was the other part, whenever her Grams came around, the family was knocked off of their axis. She would never forget the Christmas, her 6th or 7th, when Sheila bought her and Bianca anatomically correct Barbie and Ken dolls. Her father hit the roof, but Sheila insisted that it was necessary—the twins needed to know what was what at an early age or some male would tell them and surely Rudy didn't want that. Sheila was never shy talking about bodies or what people did with them. Bonnie welcomed it sometimes, but other times, it was plain ole embarrassing. There was no one like Sheila, she had no problem teaching Bianca and Bonnie how to use make up, how to dance when sometimes there is nothing else you can do and how to be fearlessly themselves. She loved her family…even Bianca.
"So, Bianca…any chance you ladies changed those uniforms to something more appropriate?" Rudy asked.
Bonnie smiled—finally, it was time to watch Bianca squirm, her favorite pastime.
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Damon stood in the middle of his shower as the water cascaded down his body. His head rested against the wall as his mind flashed to his last couple of months in New York. He had made mistakes, that was unbelievably clear and he was rewarded with almost dying. What he did was wrong. It would definitely hurt people if it ever came to light, but at the time, he was all about doing what made him happy—nothing else. He balled up his fist, hitting the wall, "Why the hell is she here?!" he barked out to virtually no one.
This was not good. His question was answered by his phone ringing, "Call from Bonnie Bennett," the female computerized voice came over the speakers in the bathroom. The phone speaker set up all throughout the house was one of Damon's favorite things and sold him on the condo. He turned the shower water off and stepped out, pressing the touchscreen by the sink, "Hello Bonnie, what's going on?" he asked trying to ignore the way the mere mention of her name had an effect on his mood, a very good one—if he was being honest.
"I was thinking that instead of coming to Revel after the game, we actually come tonight…well we still may come after the game, but after a day with my parents, my grandmother and Bianca, I think Revel may be exactly what I need," she breathed out.
Damon smiled in the mirror, "Rough visit?"
"No, it's just…a lot," Bonnie laughed.
"Ok, well what time."
"About 10? It will just be my sister and my roommate. Tomorrow, we are bringing some of the dancers after the game."
"Dancers…nice," Damon grinned.
"Pervert," Bonnie answered.
"I've been called worse."
"Doubt it. See you tonight."
"Of course," Damon answered ending the call. He looked in the mirror and smiled, before reaching over and wrapping his towel around his torso.
After getting dressed, he padded downstairs, where Tanner was sitting on the couch typing away on his laptop, "Your mother left?" Damon asked.
"She called a car to take her to meet your mom for lunch," he glanced up, "I'm sorry for not calling, but she wanted to surprise Lily and that meant not telling anyone we were coming."
"It's cool," Damon retrieved a water from the refrigerator.
"Besides, you haven't returned my calls in a couple of weeks," Tanner joined Damon in the kitchen area, "what's going on. We were thick as thieves in New York, partying every night…meeting the women…living the life and then you had your little scare and then you turned into some kind of monk."
"I'm not a monk."
"Oh come on Damon, you came back to Mystic Falls," Tanner waved his arms in the air, "Mystic Falls man…Mystic Falls…the place that we promised we would run the hell out of like our feet were on fire the day we graduated from Mystic Falls Prep."
"Yeah, well things changed," Damon shrugged.
"You changed. What exactly happened that day? You never really told the story about what happened to cause you to…"
"It doesn't matter," Damon interrupted.
Tanner nodded, "Right, so at least tell me what's going on here. Where's the girlfriend that you mentioned a couple of weeks ago?"
"It's over," Damon answered.
Tanner grinned and moved closer to Damon, "Ahh, so at least one thing hasn't changed. I know you tried the serial monogamy thing for awhile, but let's face it Damon…that's not you, that's not us. You have a club, one I read is very popular in this town, you can have a different woman every night. Why would you want to limit yourself to just one?"
Damon looked over at Tanner and smirked, "You're right. Why pretend any longer?"
Tanner hit Damon on the back, "Exactly. Tonight is the return of the old Damon Salvatore."
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"So lunch wasn't that bad," Bianca commented as she applied foundation to Bonnie's face, "mom and dad were predictably mortified at everything Grams said."
"That's because no father or mother wants to talk about their daughters having sex," Bonnie closed her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah…so tell me about the place we're going to tonight."
"It's actual the lounge that I'm working on for the rebranding."
Bianca stopped applying foundation, "What? The place you went to by yourself because of that guy that you have a crush on?"
"One: I don't have crush and Two: Yes, its my friend's place and it's a popular place here. The DJ is good, the drinks are too and he will give us a VIP section, isn't that what you like?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow.
Bianca scoffed as she continued putting on the foundation, "So does this mean that I shouldn't tell Marcel about it?"
"Bianca…"
"Bonnie, despite you being rude—he thinks you're cute."
"He probably thinks you cute, why don't you date him?"
"Because he's not my type, too nice. You like nice Bonnie, I don't. I like rugged, I like someone with an edge. Someone who will pick me up, push me up against a wall and make me scream his name over and over again."
Bonnie opened her eyes, "Well thank you for that visual. I like nice, but I don't like boring."
"Marcel's not boring, he's just nice. He will treat you like the princess that you aspire to be," Bianca began outlining Bonnie's eyes, "unless you and the friend who owns the club are really much more than friends and you've been keeping something from me."
"No we are just friends and did you forget that I am dating someone."
Bianca flagged Bonnie, "The stock broker, you haven't mentioned him once in two days. You two may just be fucking but not necessarily dating."
"We go out!" Bonnie protested.
"Look, he's the first guy after you dumped Enzo. He's for sex and that's it, Sissy. You know it and I know it. No need to pretend with me, I know how these things work. Look, Marcel is nice. Just go out on one date with him and then let him give you one of the best nights of your life."
"Bianca!" Bonnie gasped shaking her head. Sometimes her sister was too much for her, "I'm not like that."
"Maybe you should be, sister dear," Bianca grinned dabbing Bonnie's nose with one of the brushes before searching for eye shadow in her make-up case.
"Oooh I like her make up, Bianca can you help me out?" Elena entered Bonnie's bedroom.
"Depends…what do you want exactly? Trying to have a good time or just trying to have an OK time?"
"Definitely trying to have a good time," Elena grinned from ear to ear.
"Is Matt coming?"
"He has to work, so that's why I selected 'a good time'," Elena plopped down on Bonnie's bed.
"So we're all going to have fun, no restrictions…you hear that Miss Bonnie?" Bianca focused on her twin, while she applied red lipstick to her lips.
"I hear you."
"Good," Bianca finished the lipstick application, "so I'm going to text Marcel and ask him to meet us at Revel."
"Is that a good idea?" Elena asked.
Bonnie's head turned to Elena, "Why wouldn't that be a good idea?"
Elena's mouth slowly spread into a smile and Bonnie instantly regretted asking, "Well, it's Damon's place and I know that you've been having dreams and all...and you two are close…"
"Dreams?" Bianca's entire face lit up, "tell me more Elena, what has my sister been dreaming about? Also, I am definitely not texting Marcel now."
"Elena…"
"Oh Bonnie, we're all friends here and siblings…tell me Elena," Bianca started on Elena's face.
"Well your sister has a crush and that crush has spilled over to her dreams. The dreams are very…fun…should I say."
"Elena!" Bonnie shrieked.
"And they even occur when she's with other guys!" Elena giggled as Bonnie's mouth dropped, "Traitor!" Bonnie shrieked as Elena and Bianca erupted into laughs.
"Bonnie, why are you even playing this game. If you like him so damn much, what's the problem?"
"He had a girlfriend not too long ago and I am not a rebound girl, besides I like being friends with him."
"Hmmmm…he must not be interested," Bianca twisted her mouth.
"Whatever Bianca," Bonnie rose from the bed, "I'm going to get dressed."
She could hear Bianca and Elena giggling as she walked down the hallway towards her room. Sometimes her sister made her feel like they were still teenagers. She got on her damn nerves.
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'It was good seeing you today' the text message came through and Damon was reminded that he still had her number in his phone. She was listed as Bad Mojo. He sat staring at her words. It was only six words, but they made his heartbeat increase. There was nothing more he wanted but for her to leave him alone, but he had to smart about this. Sabine had a way about her.
"So what can I expect from your place tonight, twentysomethings…thirtysomethings…MILFs…what?" Tanner asked entering Damon's living room sliding on his blazer.
"All of the above," Damon stood up from the couch, placing his phone in his inside pocket, "but Tanner, don't get too crazy tonight. I still need to live here after Tornado Tanner comes through."
Tanner chuckled, "Look, I will take it easy on them tonight," he winked, "but don't worry, I won't come back here if I meet someone. I know those days are long gone."
"Thank you."
"Look, I also plan on making sure you have a good time."
"My good times are limited because this is my place of business and I'm fine. You have fun and don't worry about me."
"You're my best friend since we were kids. I owe you a lot, especially how you looked out for my mom after my dad left her for that whore of a secretary. I know she was lost and since I couldn't be here, you were…I appreciate that man," Tanner patted Damon on the back.
"Sure…I was in New York, it was the least I could do," Damon mumbled, "I think we need to go."
"Let's," Tanner checked his wallet as Damon moved towards the door.
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As soon as they entered Revel, Tanner went off to the dance floor to meet some of the women that were already there and ready to mingle. Damon headed up to his office where Stefan immediately followed and closed the door, "Tanner's here?" Stefan asked.
Damon sighed pouring a glass of bourbon, "I imagine you know that, hence the reason why you are here in my office with that look of utter disdain on your face."
"What is he doing here?"
"His mother came to surprise our mother and Tanner came to make sure I wasn't living like a monk," Damon sipped.
"Oh is that right? I'm sure he's up to much more."
"You just don't like Tanner because he always had a nickname for you," Damon chuckled.
"No he's an asshole that took great pleasure in terrorizing me when I was younger and also getting you involved in his stupid ass plans. Damon, don't let him drag you into anything."
"Tanner's not that bad, he's a good guy."
Stefan frowned, "It's amazing that he's avoided jail."
Damon shook his head, "You're hilarious. But Tanner is a good guy, he's a friend and at times, I don't think I deserve his friendship."
"Right, even you're a better guy than Tanner."
"Thanks," Damon deadpanned as the phone in his office began to ring, "this is Damon…"
"Your guests are here, Mr. Salvatore," Van, one of the doormen informed him.
"Thanks…please escort them to section 6 and I will be down there in a few moments," Damon stated before ending the call and standing up, "Bonnie, her sister and her roommate decided to join us tonight."
"Sister and roommate, huh?" Stefan scratched his chin.
"Yeah, who's the womanizer now," Damon asked heading towards the door of his office. He walked out and onto the balcony making his way towards the stairs and he had to stop and take in the sight below him. He saw Van leading Bonnie and a brunette to a table. He focused on Bonnie, her hair was different but she looked absolutely breathtaking. Suddenly all of the stress and uneasiness that he felt during the day melted away. Suddenly he couldn't remember why he was keeping their relationship platonic.
He made his way down the stairs and headed towards the table, "This place is nice. I heard it was, but I'm impressed," Damon heard the brunette say. She was cute, but not his type.
"Told you," Bonnie stated.
"So happy that it meets your expectations," Damon interrupted them.
He noticed Bonnie look up at him and her eyes twinkled as they made eye contact, she stood up and that's when he got a better glimpse of the dress that she was wearing. For such a petite woman, Bonnie had all the right curves, "Damon…hi…thank you for the table," she greeted him with a smile.
"Well I had to show you nothing but the best," he looked down at her.
"Damon, this is my roommate, Elena," Bonnie gestured towards the brunette.
"The doctor, nice to meet you," Damon stuck his hand out.
Elena smiled at him taking his hand, "Nice to meet you too."
"So where's your sister?" Damon looked around.
"Making a phone call outside," Bonnie glanced around, "there is something I should tell you about my sister…" she began.
"What?"
"That she's the smart one and I'm the sexy one," a voice said from behind him.
Bonnie mouth set in a straight line watching Damon turn around and catch a glimpse of Bianca. She watched his reaction, he blinked a few times and then he turned around to look at Bonnie again and then turned back to Bianca. It was the typical reaction that Bonnie had become accustomed to. Guys going crazy over Bianca at first glance and then looking at Bonnie as if to say, 'What happened to you?'
Damon was sure he wore his confusion all over his face, the woman standing in front of him at first glance looked exactly just like Bonnie. Twins. She neglected to mention that, "Close your mouth Blue Eyes, we're not exactly an out of the world phenomenon," the twin smirked, "I'm Bianca, I'm the other Bennett sister and I'm the oldest."
"By 10 minutes," Bonnie added.
"Nevertheless, I'm older and you have the most mesmerizing eyes," Bianca peered forward staring at Damon.
Bonnie watched Bianca slowly size up Damon and she felt her anger bubble up like a sickness. Her sister had a habit of flirting indirectly with anyone Bonnie felt was attractive. Bianca could almost sniff them out. It was annoying and she especially hated watching her do it with Damon, friend or not, "Bianca, you're making Damon uncomfortable," Bonnie gave the other petite emerald eyed woman a steely glance.
"Am I Damon?" Bianca smiled at him.
"Well, well, well…we've been waiting for you to visit," Stefan walked over taking in all of the women, allowing his gaze to linger on Elena for a second longer, "Bonnie, this must be your sister. Wow…you two look…"
"We're fraternal twins, which means we are not identical—so don't say we look exactly alike," Bonnie snapped, before she could even control her response.
Stefan exchanged glances with Damon who shrugged, "I need a drink," Bonnie mumbled heading towards the bar.
"Hey Bonnie, Rosa can get you…excuse me, guys," Damon called after her before following her to the bar.
"My sister…the Drama Queen," Bianca quipped shrugging, "now tell me about yourself," she locked her arm through Stefan pulling him towards the couch to take a seat between she and Elena.
Damon followed Bonnie through the crowd towards the bar, but caught her as soon as she reached the counter, "How about you follow me and I give you something a little stronger to get through the night."
"I don't do drugs," Bonnie sniped.
Damon blinked confused, "What no…let's just…come with me, please," he asked. Damon wasn't sure where this attitude came from, but he didn't particularly want to be a Bonnie punching bag either.
"Fine," she sighed.
He gently placed his hand on the small back of her back and felt her tense up. It wasn't evident whether her physical reaction to his touch was good or bad, but he persisted. He guided her up the stairs towards his office. He wasn't sure why he was bringing her to his office, but from the moment he laid eyes on her sister—Bonnie turned into a different person than he met previously. It was intriguing, but also a little weird. They reached his office and he closed the door behind them.
Bonnie looked around. She'd been in Stefan's office, but never Damon's. It was so him or as she imagined he was in a professional environment. There various framed James Bond movie posters decorating the walls. A drink cabinet was in the corner, a glass desk and a leather chair. Then there were the black blinds that he used to undoubtedly look down on his club guests or scope out women one or the other.
"Clear or dark?" he asked settling behind the drink cabinet.
"Dark tonight," she commented.
He nodded removing the top off of a decanter containing dark liquid and poured a generous amount into two snifters, "So you want to tell me who you changed into down there?" he asked handing her the snifter.
Bonnie took a sip and although, it burned a little, the warmness that spread through her she couldn't deny, "What do you mean?"
"The woman down there was not the one that I met in the coffee bistro."
Bonnie rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, "It's my sister…no it's me…it's who I become when she's around."
"Who do you become when she's around?" Damon leaned on the edge of his desk.
"You saw her, she's like this different version of me. The fun, easygoing and flirtatious one according to her," Bonnie gestured to the windows, "even you could barely keep your eyes in your head when you saw her."
"Yes, because despite what you said—you two do look alike, but from what I could tell from the few seconds I was in her company, that's where the similarities end."
Bonnie sipped her bourbon and then chuckled, "I'm sorry for snapping. It's just that Bianca can sometimes drive me a little crazy."
"Ya think?" Damon moved towards her cracking a smirk, "you even snapped at Stefan, which kind of pleased me…but that's different for you."
"I need to apologize to him."
"Eh…he will be ok. He's entertaining your sister and your roommate."
"Thank you for bringing me up here for this little talk."
"Bonnie, we're friends. Believe it or not, for the last month or so, meeting you in the bistro helps a lot. It's the one time during the day that I can have a no pressure, no stress conversation with someone who is not bad to look at…"
"Oh thanks," Bonnie gave him a humorless laugh.
"But listen to me Bon, you are one of a kind even if you have a twin sister that closely resembles you."
The way Damon looked at her at that moment, stirred up Bonnie's butterflies. It wasn't a look that said, 'I want to rip your clothes off and have you on this desk like Kellandra in that book' (although she's not sure, she would have resisted that), it was a look that told her that he meant every word he said.
"Thank you Damon, I needed to hear that," she smiled.
"Good, now can we go back downstairs? Stefan is probably having a little too much fun for my taste."
Bonnie let out a laugh as Damon led her to the door of his office, closing it behind them.
They made their way down the stairs and over to the table where Bianca was sitting with Tanner while Stefan was entertaining Elena with some story that made her throw her head back in laughter. Damon rolled his eyes, but he was more focused on Tanner and Bianca. For some reason, he didn't like it. He knew what kind of guy Tanner was and although, he didn't know Bianca at all—he knew Bonnie.
"Well I don't think anyone missed us, Bon," Damon grinned interrupting the conversations at the table.
"Damon and I guess…you're Bonnie," Tanner stood up from the table taking in Bonnie from head to toe, causing Damon to move closer to her.
"I am."
"Well Bianca, you were wrong. You said they would be up there for hours," Tanner looked over his shoulder at Bianca who winked at Bonnie.
"My lovely sister loves to exaggerate and tell lies," Bonnie narrowed her eyes.
"I see…I have to say, twins…well…this is different," Tanner grinned looking at Damon who shook his head.
"Different how?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing Bonnie, Tanner is just being…his usual obnoxious self. Tanner Reynolds is my best friend from childhood, he's in town for a few days and he promises to be on good behavior," Damon widened his eyes.
"Bonnie…" Tanner moved closer taking her hand, "my buddy here had a little sca…"
"Tanner, we don't need to talk about that tonight…now do we?" Damon narrowed his eyes, casually removing Bonnie's hand from Tanner's, "this is a fun night for the ladies, so we should let it be."
Bonnie raised an eyebrow watching the exchange between Tanner and Damon. Weird, she thought and when she glanced over at Bianca, she wore the same raised eyebrow.
"Right, right," Tanner nodded, "sorry."
"And now that you two have shut each other up, we're going to dance. Come on Bonnie, I will teach you a few things while Elena emotionally cheats on her boyfriend with that guy," Bianca gestured towards Elena and Stefan on the couch before grabbing Bonnie and heading out on the dance floor.
Tanner stood next to Damon watching the two women sway on the dance floor, with Bianca taking time to show Bonnie a couple of dances that could also double as some kind of seduction to whomever decided to watch.
"Twins, you know if you play your cards right, you could have a very good time with the both of them. Two different personalities, it appears, but it could definitely be an adventure," Tanner lowered his voice.
"It's not like that," Damon stared at Bonnie shaking her head and laughing with Bianca, who was trying to get her to do something that should be banned in public with her hips.
"Not like what?" Tanner asked, "I saw you heading up to your office with her, you telling me all you did was talk?"
"Yes Tanner that's all we did. We're friends."
"Friends…you? With a woman? That doesn't even sound plausible."
"Well it is. Bonnie and I are friends and that's it. I just ended things with Andie awhile ago and she is involved with someone."
"And so what? Look at her, look at the both of them. If you aren't taking a crack at Bonnie or even her sister, you may also want to get your brain checked."
"Tanner, whether me and Bonnie are friends or banging all over Mystic Falls, she's off limits to you and so is her sister," Damon stated without a hint of humor.
"Ok…ok…I will fall back," Tanner held up his hands in defense, "I will find something or rather someone else to entertain me while I'm in Mystic Falls."
"Good. Revel has plenty of women looking for a hook up, pick one," Damon walked away from Tanner and over to the couch where Stefan was regaling Elena with a story about his days as a baseball player in college.
"And then he blew out his knee, cried like a baby for months and decided to take school seriously…thee end," Damon smirked plopping down on the couch next to Elena.
"Damon, I thought you were busy," Stefan clenched his teeth.
"I was, but my friend is out on the dance floor with her sister having a great time."
"And I think I should go there too, thank you for conversation Stefan and the drink," Elena jumped up from the couch as if it was on fire and went out on the dance floor
"Thanks Damon," Stefan remarked sarcastically.
"She has a boyfriend and I thought you were still pretending to be the good brother."
"Elena is gorgeous. She's smart and I like her personality, the boyfriend is just a temporary roadblock."
Damon chuckled, "Brother…"
"So Bonnie and her sister, they resemble each other but they appear to be very different. I would think Bianca would be more your speed."
"Things change brother. But you know where I stand with Bonnie."
"Yes, yes…just friends," Stefan rolled his eyes.
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"So why exactly are you and Ole Blue Eyes only friends?" Bianca asked during a break from dancing. Their VIP section was filled with ingredients to make martinis, so there was no shortage of alcohol and Bonnie knew that the second Pineapple Passion Martini was starting to have an effect on her. She could definitely tell Elena was affected by her dancing by herself on the dance floor to a Rihanna song clutching her Pink Bikini Martini.
"Because…" Bonnie sipped her drink.
"Because what?"
"Because I just want to be his friend."
"Why?"
"Because I just got out of a relationship that was time consuming and went on for far too long because I got so used to it. I want some time to see what else is out there before settling down with one person again."
"Oh Sissy, we both know that you are not the type to date around or even sleep around," Bianca laughed.
"Bianca, you don't know everything about me."
"Maybe not, but Damon is sexy as hell. I can just imagine the things he could do to a woman and I wouldn't deny myself any of it willingly."
"Do you have any male friends, that are just that…friends?"
"Yes, Marcel!" Bianca beamed.
"Bianca…"
"Come on Bonnie, you said that you don't want to be tied down in a relationship and I get that. I get it. So why not just go out with Marcel once while we're here. After the game tomorrow, the team is off for two days, so you have time to go on at least one date. He could be fun and exactly what you need, someone new and no one from here."
Marcel was kind of cute, if Bonnie was being honest and it wouldn't hurt to go out on a date and have fun with someone else. She had no commitment to Tyler and she wasn't dating anyone else. It could possibly be fun to go out with someone else, laugh with someone else, flirt with someone else, "Fine…one date," Bonnie held up her finger.
"Yes!" Bianca did a little dance before bringing out her cell phone and texting Marcel quickly, "Done! He will come visit during the game, come here with us after the game and you two can go from there."
"Wait come here?" Bonnie asked alarmed.
"Yes, when we come after the game tomorrow. Some of the girls are coming, some of the players too…which will bring groupies and everything, I'm sure Damon and Stefan won't have a problem with that, right?" Bianca searched Bonnie's eyes which were slightly panicked, "oh wait, you don't want Marcel here with Damon being here…"
"No that's not it."
"Oh it is, let me guess…you and Damon are the kind of friends who say you're just friends but you're really friends who just haven't had sex yet and when you do, you two will become sickeningly in love and all that."
"Bianca, Marcel can come tomorrow and its no big deal."
"Let's hope not."
Suddenly Bonnie felt a wave of nervousness come over her. She and Damon were just friends, but bringing Marcel or even Tyler around him made her apprehensive. The feelings that surfaced when she was around Damon, when he looked at her or when he touched her, she pushed down. What she had with Damon was actually a nice change and if they did cross the line one day and it ended badly, they would lose the friendship and she didn't want that. Her eyes drifted over to Damon and Tanner standing by the bar looking out at all of the lounge guests and she felt her body physically react, "Bonnie, get it under control," she whispered.
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Later that night as the crowd thinned below, Damon sat at his computer wrapping up his work for the night and a light knock on the door caused him to look up from the monitor, Bonnie stood in the doorway with a small smile, "Hey, we're about to go. I just wanted to thank you for tonight. It was nice, I had fun," she walked into the office as Damon stood up walking around the desk.
"Good, that's what we do here at Revel."
She smirked, "You need a new tagline for this place."
"And that's what my brother hired you for."
"Touché."
"So you had a good time?" Damon sat on his desk.
"I did…we did…Elena danced the entire night, which is new for her."
"I think my brother's in love."
"Elena has a boyfriend, that she's dedicated to."
Damon raised an eyebrow, "The Salvatores have their ways."
"Do they now?" Bonnie folded her arms as she moved closer to him.
"Yes…we do," Damon focused on her eyes.
"Well thank you for tonight, bringing me up here to get myself together. I apologized to Stefan."
"Damn, I wanted him to be scared to even talk to you for now on; but me bringing you up here giving you a drink, that's what friends are for," Damon whispered looking into the pools of green in front of him. Had her eyes always been that green? He thought to himself.
"So they are," Bonnie whispered back. That was when the air changed around them and Damon realized that he should walk away from her and he started to do just that, until she grabbed his hand, "thank you," she whispered leaning towards him. He saw her going for his cheek, but he turned his head slightly allowing their lips to touch. At first he thought she would pull away, but she didn't and after a few moments he brought his hands to her cheeks drawing her into the kiss more. He felt the familiar pull in his pants as he fought the need to pick her up in his office and have her on his desk. After a few moments, she was the first to break away and he immediately hated the lack of closeness between them, "Goodnight and thank you Damon," she whispered before turning and walking out his office.
Damon sat at the edge of his desk staring as Bonnie disappeared from his view and then he chuckled to himself, "Friends," he shook his head with a smile as he walked around to his chair taking a seat.
Bonnie rushed down the steps from Damon's office, with the tingling sensation moving its way all over her body, "The Lyft driver was not happy about waiting," Bianca gave her a look as they moved outside of Revel.
"Sorry, I just had to talk to Damon for a moment."
"Uh, huh…" Elena peered closer at her, "and your lipstick is smudged across your face too, must have been some talk."
Bianca's eyes went wide and before she spoke Bonnie covered her mouth with her hand, "It was just a kiss on the cheek," she lied.
"I'm sure," Bianca exchanged a knowing gaze with Elena before they slid in the sedan.
"You know what, I have somewhere to go…I will call my own Lyft," Bonnie peered down at her phone hesitating to get in the car. Maybe she was wrong for what she was about to do, but she didn't care. She could be spontaneous too.
"Wait, where are you going?" Elena asked.
"I will be home in a couple of hours," Bonnie mumbled while texting on her phone.
"Ok…" Elena stated uneasily as another car pulled up in back of theirs. Bonnie waved getting in the second car.
"What did he do to my Sissy?" Bianca looked over at Elena in shock.
Elena shrugged.
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Moments later, Bonnie stood outside of the familiar apartment. She looked around as her body was on full hum, she had never done anything like this. However, there was no way that she could go home. Not after what happened in Damon's office. The door opened, "Hey, I didn't expect to hear from you tonight," Tyler greeted her sleepily.
Bonnie didn't say a world as she stepped over the threshold and pulled him closer to her, "No need to talk, let's just do," she whispered.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, before closing the door behind her.
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The next morning, after a pretty much sleepless night, Damon headed out of the house with Sandy early for a run. Ever since the kiss with Bonnie in his office, he had been preoccupied with thoughts. Thoughts of her, thoughts of their friendship and then his thoughts drifted off towards the past. The past that brought him to the present. That's what kept him from sleeping the previous night.
He had taken on a different attitude, but he had to wonder if he was truly a different person. Was he just taking a break from being the guy he was before returning back to that person? The person who was kind of selfish, kind of reckless and kind of an asshole. The kind of guy who would betray his best friend because he wanted something that he had always dreamed about…fantasized about for as long as he could remember. He paid for it sure, but had he really changed as a result? He wasn't sure and he needed to be sure if he was even going to think about being anything more with Bonnie. Hell…he didn't even know if she thought about having anything more with him. Sure, she had kissed him back the previous night, but the previous night had definitely been different.
Damon opened the door to A Cup of Life to find Barry behind the counter, just as he had been every Saturday since Damon started coming. Sandy immediately came in and took a seat on the floor by the usual table, but this morning it was a vacant. The disappointment sank in like a brick being thrown down his throat.
"It's still early," Barry spoke up as if he was reading his mind.
"Yeah…early," Damon mumbled, "what should I get today?"
"Ahh, I have something for you both today," Barry grinned.
"Both?"
Barry gave him an 'Oh please' look before speaking, "I've watched the dance between you two for weeks, I know the script. You two have to be the most frustrating reality show happening in this shop."
Damon chuckled, "We just enjoy being friends."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Barry flagged him, "talk to someone who doesn't study people for a living."
"Oh you're a psychologist?" Damon asked.
Barry stared back at him unflinching, "No, a Barista. I know people and I know what you two are doing…but Imma let you both be great," Barry held up his hands in surrender.
"Right, what do you have on the menu for us today?"
"A special drink, a Borgia."
"Borgia…sounds interesting."
"Oh it is."
"Well I guess you can give me two," Damon stood at the counter.
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Bonnie stood in front of A Cup of Life stuck in place, this is what she feared would happen. If things changed with Damon, they changed and they would have to deal with all of the extra stuff. Even this morning, after the sun rose and the alcohol wore off, she knew that she had to make at least one change.
As the sun rose and filtered through the curtains of Tyler's bedroom, Bonnie sat up wrapped in the sheets. She spent most of her waking moments staring down at Tyler. The truth was that they had never expected to be much more than what they were, but now she felt bad about it. She could admit it; she had used him. The feelings that the kiss with Damon stirred up sent her rushing to push them away. She needed a distraction and Tyler provided that. A great, sexual, toe curling distraction—but still a distraction.
"You're awake," Tyler opened his eyes, "last night…we have to do that more often," he chuckled rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
Bonnie nodded shaking her head, "I'm going to go."
"Do you have to?" he kissed her bare shoulder softly, "I thought we could go another, before I broke the news to you."
Bonnie looked down at him, "What news?"
"That I can't make the game tonight. I kind of double booked myself."
"It's fine. It was a free ticket, I guess I can find someone to take it," Bonnie shrugged.
"You're not angry with me, are you?" Tyler asked kissing her temple.
Bonnie looked over at him and shook her head with a slight smile. She knew one thing at that moment, that this would be the last time that she would be in Tyler's bed.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the bistro and saw Damon. He was sitting down reading a magazine. He was dressed in running shorts, a New York Yankees t-shirt and Sandy was by his feet happily drinking her water. He looked up and met her eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments and she walked over to the table, rubbing Sandy's head before sitting down and waving at Barry. She looked at the cup in front of her, "It's a Borgia, one of Barry's concoctions," Damon informed her sitting down his magazine.
"Thanks," she said taking a sip of the chocolatey drink with a hint of orange, "mmmm," she moaned.
"And now that you've tasted it, wanna talk about that kiss last night?" Damon sat back with a shit eating grin with his arms crossed.
Bonnie choked a little as she stared back at him…well she wasn't expecting that.
Well they had a nice kiss, but what exactly will they do now? What happened with Damon before he left New York? What kind of person was he before returning to Mystic Falls? How does Sabine fit in?
Well we met the Bennetts, all of them and it was an interesting experience. Bonnie and Bianca are entertaining together and Bianca does bring out another side to Bonnie.
Please let me know that you are still reading and what you thought about the revelations and relationships in this chapter. I appreciate you hanging out with me.