Sorry for the long hiatus. Kind of fell off a little, but now I'm back. Thank you for your continued support with this fic. It is appreciated and after all this time, after nearly a year since Bamon left our screens—you are still here reading. It means so much to us fanfic writers, so thank you!

Oh and yes, the chapter titles correspond to the coffee that Bamon drink in the chapter.

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Ch. 6-Breve

The ceiling fan slowing turned above the bed while Bonnie focused on the blades while fingering the B pendant around her neck. Despite her petite frame, her body felt like she weighed about 500 pounds. After the group left Revel, they went to the townhouse and partied a little more. She wasn't sure how much wine she drank when they arrived at the small house, but since her mouth felt like the Mojave Desert, it must have been a lot. The person lying next to her shifted in the bed while simultaneously kicking her in the leg, "Ow!" she yelped reaching for her aching leg.

"Whaaaaat?"

"You kicked me."

"I did not."

Bonnie leaned up on her elbow staring down at the face who closely resembled hers, "You must certainly did! Bee, you are the worst sleeper," Bonnie sighed sliding off the edge of the bed and stretching heading towards her bathroom.

"No one else ever complains."

"I'm your sister, not one of your male victims," Bonnie retorted staring in the mirror at the raccoon eyes she was sporting.

"Haha," Bianca deadpanned rolling her eyes, "but despite your less than sunny disposition this morning, last night was great!" Bianca fell back onto Bonnie's bed with her arms outstretched, "you and Marcel hit it off, didn't you?"

Bonnie removed her toothbrush from the cabinet and began brushing, "Me and Marcel had a nice conversation and we are going to see."

"You just don't want to admit it," Bianca walked over to her, "I picked out a really hot guy for you and he's perfect. It's ok, you don't have to thank me now. Just name your first child after me. Bian is a great name for a boy!"

Bonnie spit the toothpaste in the sink before swishing water around her mouth and spitting it in the bowl, "Bian is not a name any kid I give birth to will have."

"Hmm…or would you prefer Damon Jr.?" Bianca stood next to Bonnie in the mirror with a crooked smile.

"Not today Bianca," Bonnie moved out of the bathroom watching Bianca shift through her bag on the floor.

Bianca watched Bonnie with narrowed eyes, "Not today? You were talking to Marcel one minute and the next moment, you are heading up to Damon's office? What was up with that?"

"Not doing this Bianca," Bonnie sung scrolling down her text messages.

"If you like Damon, why don't you two just get together?" Bianca sighed.

Ignoring Bianca, Bonnie answered a text from Marcel before hopping off of the bed, "Somehow, Marcel found his way back to the hotel last night and he wants to meet for brunch. Do you want me to continue to play this game with you or should I get ready for brunch with Marcel?"

Bianca grinned heading over to Bonnie's closet, "Oh no, by all means, don't let me stop you! Let me find you something to wear, because god knows you need to look hot," Bianca thumbed through the garments.

Bonnie shook her head as Bianca pulled out various dresses and shirts throwing them at her.

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The dark sunglasses he wore camouflaged the dark circles under his eyes and he prayed that Lily Salvatore didn't ask him too many questions. At 6am, his mother nicely sent a text message…not to tell him her house was on fire…not to tell him she was being rushed to a hospital…noooo…to tell him that she wanted to see he and Stefan for brunch. No other details but that. He stayed up most of the night going over and over in his mind what to do about Sabine. She wasn't one to just go away and let things be when she got her mind on something or someone. It was what led him down the road of debauchery with her in the first place. Ever since he was young, he thought that Sabine Reynolds was one of the most enchanting women that he had ever laid eyes on. She had long honey blond hair, a tall lithe body and she had a voice that made him instantly hard (before he even comprehended what was happening) whenever she said his name in that airy tone. She was a beauty, an unattainable goal, until that night that he went to her house and everything changed. It was a night he regretted (and every night after that they were together) because it was wrong and the entire relationship was a disaster—but it felt so good at the time.

Parking his car behind Stefan's silver Mercedes Roadster, Damon took a deep breath before getting out of his Camaro He gazed up at the large house that he grew up in. He remembered how much he hated the place when he was younger, but now? He didn't hate it as much—just didn't have warm and fuzzies about it. He heard heavy footsteps behind him and he hoped that it wasn't who he thought it was.

"Brunch? I hope your mother still has the same chef," Tanner smacked his lips from behind him, "I remember the almond French toast Sarah used to make."

Damon turned around meeting Tanner's covered eyes, "I didn't think you got up before noon."

"Well my friend here in Mystic Falls had to go to work, so I thought I would come on by for brunch."

"How did you know…"

"Boys! Good Morning!" Sabine's throaty voice called from the front door. Damon drank her in. She was dressed in a short canary yellow dress. Her tanned legs were on display and her hair was up, exposing the neck that he used to take great pleasure in sucking on.

"Mother!" Tanner grinned walking up the stairs embracing her while she looked at Damon over Tanner's shoulder.

"Damon, you made it. This morning, I wasn't sure if you would," Lily Salvatore walked out passing Tanner and Sabine bringing Damon into a hug, "I know you probably got home late, but Sabine thought it would be a good idea to have all of you boys here for brunch."

"What a good idea," Damon mumbled staring at Sabine.

"Ms. Salvatore, please tell me there's some almond French toast in there?" Tanner rubbed his hands together.

Lily shook her head letting out a chuckle, "Come on Tanner, I think Stefan may have left you a slice or two."

"Great!" Tanner headed in the house with Lily following.

Damon headed up the stairs where Sabine stood staring at him with a smile, "Damon, the sunglasses…they are really covering up your best feature. Do you not have a hug for me?" she held out her arms.

"I'm tired," he stated absent of emotion.

"Too tired to give me a hug," she reached for his face causing him to move his head quickly. "Stop it," he scowled through clenched teeth brushing past her and through the front door finding Stefan in the foyer, "anything left to eat?"

Stefan's eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare as he looked from Damon to Sabine, "Plenty."

"Well I guess I should go get a Mimosa, see you boys in the breakfast room," Sabine smiled cheekily walking towards the kitchen where Lily could be heard chastising Tanner.

Damon's appetite evaporated as he met Stefan's eyes, "What in the hell was that?" Stefan whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Damon removed his glasses.

"You and Ms. Reynolds, the way she looked at you…Damon…tell me…"

"Tell you what," Damon whispered.

Stefan gave Damon a look of absolute disgust, "I don't even want to think it, let alone hear it."

"Then mind your business," Damon quipped before walking towards the kitchen.

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Bonnie watched the waitress place another mimosa in front of her as she cut her pancake. So far, the brunch date with Marcel had gone exactly as expected. Light conversation, comparing stories about college, early careers and their families. He was charming, gorgeous and courteous—all the things that any woman would be grateful for and Bonnie was.

"So what's it like being a twin?" he asked taking a sip of his coffee.

It was a question that Bonnie answered frequently and usually she hated it, but Marcel was so kind, that she didn't have a problem with it, "It's annoying some days and some days it's the best thing in the world. When we were little, we dressed the same, wore our hair the same, had the same mannerisms but sometime around high school—things changed. She was the cheerleader, popular mean girl and I played the role of guardian angel, I was a cheerleader too but just because Bianca wanted someone else on the team to agree with her."

"So you played the background to Bianca?" Marcel asked taking a bite of his toast.

"Ha ha ha, no," Bonnie snickered, "I only could take Bianca bossing me around for so long. If you ever get to talk to my parents for more than a couple of minutes, ask them about the Bennett Twin Teen years. They are legendary in our family. I'm pretty sure my dad still visits a therapist because of our teen hormones. I think he has a permanent scar from a wayward scratch when he tried to break up one of our many, many fights."

Marcel shook his head, "Remind me never to get in the middle of you two."

Bonnie laughed in agreement, "That would not be best. But Bianca is my best friend, she's like my left arm…I couldn't do this without her."

"You speak about each other the same," Marcel studied Bonnie, "you have some of the same mannerisms, the smile…the way you look down when you believe you are about to get a compliment."

Bonnie felt herself blushing, "But I have to admit," Marcel went on, "you intrigue me Bonnie. I want to get to know you. I want to spend time getting to know you."

"Why?" Bonnie asked.

Marcel reached across the table and gently touched Bonnie's hand, "Because even in a stadium full of people, I looked up at the crowd and I noticed you. It sounds corny, but it's true and that tells me that I can't allow someone like you to just get away from me."

The heat that crept up from her stomach to her face, she couldn't ignore, "So how do we do this?" Bonnie sat back, "you live in Detroit and then you travel all over the country."

"Well I'm thinking that we start out slow. Tomorrow, we leave here and have a few home games…maybe you can come up to Detroit?"

"That sounds like a possibility. I'm working on a new account, but my weekends will be free."

"I really want to give this a try Bonnie, I think we could really work together and I am going to romance you, so that you realize that's true."

The smile that appeared across Bonnie's face was genuine. Marcel deserved a chance with her and she was going to give him one.

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Damon stood outside in the backyard of the Salvatore house overlooking the covered pool. He swished the ice around in his glass and took a long sip of the spiked Arnold Palmer his mother concocted, "So are you going to be honest with me or not," Stefan walked up behind him causing Damon to take a deep breath and gulp down the rest of his drink, "I know what I walked out on with you and Ms. Reynolds and Damon…"

"Thought you didn't want to know about it," Damon snapped, "and I'm not revisiting it. Whatever happened is in the past. It's done and I'm not talking about it any more," Damon met Stefan's eyes with an unflinching gaze. He wasn't in the mood to have Stefan judge him or bring up the fact that he had betrayed one of his best friends in one of the worst ways imaginable.

"That's fine, so what about her? Is she letting it go? It didn't look like it and what about Tanner? He's an asshole, so when he inevitably finds out about whatever you had going on with his mother, he will be out for blood. You could lose everything, Damon."

"He hasn't found out yet," Damon answered.

"Yes, but I did. Which means, it won't be long before this little secret blows up in your face. Either tell Sabine to leave you alone or come clean about whatever happened between you," Stefan stated walking away.

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"Soooo…the date with Marcel, tell me everything!" Bianca beamed placing the last shirt in her bag and giving her sister her complete attention. Bianca's flight was due to leave early the next morning and Bonnie had a meeting with Stefan immediately after she had to drop her off. She planned to prepare for the meeting, but of course, that wouldn't happen with Bianca around.

"Well…" Bonnie grinned, "Marcel is sweet and caring, seems very interested…"

"Seee!" Bianca clapped her hands plopping down next to her, "a clear improvement over Enzo and that guy Tyler…"

"You never met Tyler."

"And I never will, isn't that a clue," Bianca's emerald eyes twinkled, "oooh I think I am going to love you and Marcel together. The kids you will have…perfect."

"Bee, you're getting a little ahead of yourself—don't you think?"

She shrugged unfazed. Bonnie's mouth turned down for a moment before opening her mouth to tell Bianca some other news, "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something, Enzo's engaged to Caroline."

Rolling her eyes, Bianca sucked her teeth, "Of course he is and probably thinking of you the entire time."

"Sissy."

"Oh come on, you know I'm telling the truth. I mean, Caroline is cool and all but she ain't you."

"Thank you for the compliment, but remember—I broke up with him."

"You did because you my sister," Bianca turned to Bonnie, "you know there is so much more for you out there than a short little man with a needy complex. You deserve someone that worships the ground you walk on and will be the man that Daddy is to Mom," Bianca placed her hands on Bonnie's cheeks.

"It's amazing," Bonnie stated staring into her sister's eyes.

"What?"

"That you could want everything for me that I want for you," Bonnie smiled.

"Oh Bonnie, I want many men to give me all of that. I am not the marrying type, but it's a nice thought though," Bianca wrapped her arm around Bonnie's shoulder pulling her close as the twins both laughed.

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After the rather eventful brunch, where Damon felt Stefan's glare on him the entire time, he decided that the night would be best spent at home with Sandy…but first, he needed to clear the air. Casually flipping the chicken breast to the other side in the sauté pan, he checked on the potatoes roasting in the oven before his doorbell rang. He took a sip of bourbon and padded over to the door with Sandy following closely behind.

Opening the door, Sabine stood staring on the stairs looking as if she had just walked off of a magazine cover. Damon gripped onto the door for a few moments blinking and trying to calm everything below his waist down. He hated that she still had this effect on him. No matter how much he disliked her due to her manipulation, he was still physically attracted to her—any red-blooded make would be, "Damon, I was pleased to get your call," she greeted him walking inside as he closed the door behind her.

Sandy sat on the floor observing the female who just entered her domain with an arched eyebrow, "Yes, well I thought we would have dinner and talk a little. I think there was a lot unsaid between us after what happened."

"You mean the fact that you just left New York without so much of a goodbye."

"I thought I said goodbye when I was hooked up to oxygen in the hospital, I thought I was pretty clear then," Damon stated evenly, "and either way, I don't want to revisit that moment because if we do—this won't end the way I want it to. So how about you take a seat at the table and I will bring you over some wine…"

"Jadot Louis Le Montrachet Grand Cru?" Sabine raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

Damon nodded, "Nothing but the best for you," he poured the wine into a glass.

"So Mystic Falls…hasn't changed much," she sipped taking in Damon's place.

"No, it hasn't but I much rather be here than anywhere else at the moment," Damon placed chicken, potatoes and then sautéed spinach on the china before carrying the plates over to his glass dining table.

Sabine chuckled, "But Damon, you are such a Manhattan type of person. Remember we used to go to the shows, the bars, the restaurants…"

"It was all wrong."

"Says who?" Sabine questioned.

"You are my best friend's mother."

"You and Tanner haven't been close in years," Sabine waved her hand in the air nonchalantly.

"You're my mother's best friend."

"Ok and what does that have to do with anything?"

"You've known me since I was a child," Damon spat out. It was his Joker card that he always kept in his back pocket during discussions with Sabine. He was rewarded with a glare as she sipped her wine. She hated for him to mention that fact. Sabine was a woman that thrived on the fact that she looked 30 years younger than her actual age and she also hated the fact that she did know Damon when he was younger, since middle school and she loathed being reminded of that fact, "You are no longer a child," she responded with clenched teeth and then her face softened, "you are a handsome, charismatic and sexy man. You are the best lover I've ever had Damon. You came into my life when I needed to feel alive…when I needed to be wanted…we fit together, there's no denying the way I made you feel Damon. I know that you have never felt that way with another," she continued.

Damon remembered. This was Sabine's siren song to him. Sabine had some amazing talents when it came to the bedroom. He could not think of any woman that could make him cum faster with their mouth than Sabine had. For a few weeks, he was in love with her…infatuated with her…being with her is all that he wanted and needed, she was that good, "Be that as it may…" he choked out finding it hard to speak with a dry mouth, he gulped down water and continued, "Sabine, what we had is over. You manipulated me. You lied to me and I almost died because of your manipulations. What we had was destructive and I've moved on."

"Moved on with whom?" she looked around the room, "you don't have a girlfriend anymore. Tanner told me about your recent development."

Damon snorted, "Of course he would."

"You know how close me and Tanner are."

"I do and that's why I want you to stop. Stop with the looks…stop with the calls…the texts…the pictures…"

"Have you deleted them?" Sabine teased with a cheeky smile.

Damon blinked, "Yes," as she chuckled across from him mockingly.

"Sabine, it's over and I wish you nothing but the best. I know you will find someone to love you and give you everything that you could ever want. You deserve it."

Sabine smiled and it unnerved Damon. He recognized that smile, he'd seen it plenty of times before and he found himself naked within 10 minutes of being on the receiving end of it, "Damon," she said his name in the way she used to when she would open her apartment door, "I understand what you are saying. You are right. Things between us turned into something we both did not expect. But you have to admit, we had a good time together."

Damon found himself smiling, "We did."

"So I understand your position now. You need to move on from what we had, I get it and I understand it. There were some…dramatic times and they kind of tarnished what we had."

"It didn't tarnish it."

Sabine smiled, "But how about this…we eat dinner and talk like old friends?"

Damon returned her smiled, "Thank you."

Sabine watched with a predatory eye as Damon began cutting his chicken.

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"So let's talk about something else…" Bianca lay next to Bonnie in bed, "you and Damon."

Concentrating on her fingers, Bonnie acted as if she didn't hear Bianca's question.

"Bonnie, you can ignore me if you want—but you heard me."

"There is nothing between me and Damon, you saw him last night. He still has whatever going on with the girlfriend."

Bianca laughed, "The girlfriend who shouted at him in the middle of his club? Bet that shit is over with now."

"Either way, no I'm not anything with Damon. We're friends and starting tomorrow he's one of my clients along with his brother."

"Sissy, I love you. I do," Bianca turned to her, "and I know you better than most people do. You can fool everyone else, even mom, dad and maybe even Grams, but not me. I know at the very least, you have a crush on him and its completely understandable. Those eyes are panty dropping enough, but he seems to have a good personality."

"Like I said, I'm no one's rebound and he had the girlfriend and they are doing whatever dance they are doing. I'm not getting in the middle of it."

"But you do have a crush."

Bonnie turned to face Bianca, "It doesn't matter what I have. We can't be anything than we are right now."

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"Your cooking has improved," Sabine placed the last piece of chicken in her mouth and chewed slowly.

"Well I learned from you, I must confess," he saluted her with his glass.

"Oh so I did teach you a few things?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You did, you did," Damon agreed, "and don't get me wrong Sabine, for awhile, our time together was something I looked forward to. Our conversations until the early morning, lying in bed…those were some of the best moments we spent together."

Sabine looked over at Damon, "But those moments are over."

"The moments are over," he agreed, "we can't go back to that type of relationship. It was disastrous for the both of us, especially me. I'm different now. I want different things."

Sabine stood up from the table finishing her wine, before walking over and standing behind him. Damon gripped his glass as he felt her hands slowly make their way to his shoulders massaging them softly, "Damon…" Sabine whispered in his ear sending shivers down his back down to his toes, "I leave for New York tomorrow morning and I just want…" she drifted off kissing him softly on the neck, "one more night with you."

"Sabine…" he gritted his teeth standing up to face her, "this can't continue."

"I respect your wishes, but I'm just asking for one night," she placed her hands on his chest, "just one more night," she whispered wrapping her arm around his neck and bringing her head closer to his capturing his lips in a kiss.

Damon broke the kiss and moved his head, Sabine placed her hand on his cheek, "Don't fight it," she whispered with her lips inches away from his. Damon gazed down at Sabine. His addiction that he had kicked months ago…it would just be one night. He wrapped his arms around Sabine's torso lifting her up off of the floor, "This is it," he whispered before capturing her in a kiss and climbing the stairs with Sabine.

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The light flashed faintly as he slept with the sheet barely covering his naked body. He slept on his back peacefully with one hand thrown behind his head and another one across his stomach. The sheets were gathered up around her naked form and his. As she cocked her phone to the side taking one last shot, she smiled, "See you again Damon," she whispered before kissing him softly on the forehead and sliding out of the bed.

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"I will see you soon Sissy," Bianca hugged Bonnie tightly as Marcel removed their bags from the trunk of Bonnie's Lexus.

"Soon," Bonnie closed her eyes taking in the moment.

"Maybe you will come to Detroit soon?" Bianca smiled looking over at Marcel, who walked up next to Bonnie, "Sure Bianca, if your sister decides to give me a try," Marcel winked over at Bonnie.

Bonnie laughed, "Marcel, I would be happy to come visit soon."

"Even better," Marcel gave her a tight hug, "I hope to see you soon," he whispered in her ear before letting her go. The sound of his voice made Bonnie involuntarily shiver as he let her go. Boy did he smell good.

Bianca smiled like a loon as she watched Marcel and Bonnie break apart, "No need to thank me now Sissy!" she called out as they made their way into the airport causing Bonnie to shake her head. Watching her sister disappear through the doors gnawed at her a little bit. As much as she complained about Bianca and her craziness, she really had a connection with her. Having her around centered Bonnie in a way. Whenever Bianca was around, it was almost like Bonnie knew her role and when she wasn't—Bonnie was trying to figure out what role she played. It was unexplainable, but it was part of the twindom, "Ok Bonnie, back to reality," she mumbled heading over to her car and driving towards the highway on her way to Revel.

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"So did you get over what mood you were in yesterday?" Stefan asked while Damon breathed in deeply running on the treadmill glancing at his television as Sandy ran in circles next to the treadmill.

Damon could almost hear Sabine's moans in his ears, "I'm over it. Everything has been taken care of."

"Oh really? You told Sabine to stop making whatever you two had going on obvious?" Stefan asked.

"Look, can we just drop it," Damon continued sped up his running.

"Fine…fine as long as whatever drama you have going on stays far away from Revel, especially during the rebranding. Today's my first meeting with Bonnie and I want things to go smoothly. No Damon scandals."

Damon slowed the treadmill, "Stefan, you know…I find it quite interesting that you somehow developed amnesia about the fact that it was you that had a psychotic blond come into our establishment and break at least 20 glasses…do you know how much that cost us?"

Stefan was suddenly silent much to Damon's delight, "Just admit it, we Salvatore men are not the best at love," Damon went on.

"Maybe…maybe not. I'm trying to be a better guy, starting with the fact that I met someone new and I'm turning over a new leaf. Can you say the same?" Stefan challenged.

"What time is Bonnie coming to Revel?"

"Why?" Stefan asked.

"Because I want to know."

"Well I would like to think since you two are such great friends, she would have told you. Nevertheless, I gotta go Damon. See you tonight, if you decide to come to work," Stefan ended the call.

Damon shook his head, "Your Uncle Stefan is starting to get on my nerves," Damon glanced down at Sandy who stopped running for a moment to glance up at him.

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An hour later, Bonnie opened the large, heavy steel door to Revel. It was definitely a different atmosphere during the day when the club goers were no where to be found, the music wasn't bustling and there were no bartenders. In the light of day, it seemed so cold.

"Bonnie!" Stefan walked out from his office, arms outstretched with a wide smile, "you're a little early."

"Yeah, I'm sorry…I hope it's not a problem. I had to drop my sister off at the airport."

"Your sister…" Stefan began with a grin on his face shaking his head.

"I know, she's non-stop fun," Bonnie shrugged.

"When will she be back?"

Bonnie laughed. Apparently, Bianca had worked her magic on Stefan too, "Not for awhile, the team is traveling for the next couple of months. However, if you are ever in Detroit or the same city she is…let me know, she will get you seats."

"I will remember that."

Bonnie looked around, there was no trace of Damon and perhaps that was best for her work ethic at the moment, "Soo…shall we take a seat," Stefan motioned towards one of the tables. Bonnie nodded following Stefan and taking a seat, "would you like something to drink?"

"I'm working, so water," Bonnie smiled.

Stefan met her smile, "Right…sorry, so many of my business meetings take place over some type of alcohol."

Bonnie shrugged, "I understand," she took her glass from him and took a sip while he sat across from her, "so this is what I've been working on, I believe that the rebrand and essentially reopening of Revel should come at least three months before you are ready to open your new lounge."

"Ok, we found the new place. Its on the waterfront. It should be done in about 6 months or so," Stefan replied.

Bonnie's eyes widened, "The waterfront that is premium real estate."

Stefan winked, "Yeah, that's why I'm the brains here. Damon balked at the price, but he's just like our father that way."

"Ahh…I see," Bonnie nodded. Damon hadn't mentioned their father often, but she figured Papa Salvatore was out of the picture by death or some other means, "so what I'm thinking about here is that we change the entire look of Revel. Instead of the black and purple theme, we go for black and crimson…" she stood up from her chair walking near the draped curtains, "crimson just invokes thoughts of sex and everything forbidden. You want to draw the clientele in. Revel is a sexy name and you need to play that angle up more. I'm thinking, as your clientele walks in…" she moved to the two stairs to the front door gesturing below, "they are brought into every fantasy, every dirty little secret fantasy that they've been harboring and want to let out, they can come to Revel and put a setting to their fantasies. We are going with a Seven Deadly Sins theme, the gluttony portrait…a woman holding an apple with a bite taken out of it and a serpent wrapped around her naked leg."

"And what do you have in mind for lust?" Damon asked from the doorway.

Bonnie whirled around to see Damon standing behind her. She smiled as he made his way down the stairs. There was something about the way he moved and the cocky look he gave her knowing that his question probably put all kinds of thoughts in her head that made her smile, "You will just have to wait and see," she gave him a flirtatious smile locking eyes with him.

"Riiighhht," Stefan interrupted the moment, "that's all nice and all, but Damon what are you doing here so early?"

"Well I heard that an account exec from that firm we are paying good money to would be showing up, so I thought I would come by and make sure that I see what our money is going towards," Damon stood beside Bonnie glancing down at her.

"Well I think when all is said and done, you will realize that whatever you are paying is money well spent," Bonnie walked over to her bag pulling out a folder for Damon, "and by the way, are you two attending the Chamber of Commerce Gala in a couple of weeks? You should, it will be a perfect way to drum up some partnerships around town."

"Will you be there?" Damon asked smiling at her.

Bonnie nodded, "My firm is a sponsor, so I will definitely be there in my finest dress clothes. It's actually one of the better events here."

"Then we will definitely be there," Damon flirted.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "You really should save all that for someone else."

Stefan chuckled and immediately began coughing from the bar counter causing Damon to turn to him, "Something wrong?"

"No…something was in my throat. Bonnie, I'm going to review your proposal and I will get back to you with comments by the end of the week," Stefan picked up his folder.

"That works," Bonnie walked over to the table gathering up her laptop.

"You're leaving already? That was a quick meeting," Damon questioned meeting her at the table.

"Well it was an introductory meeting, Stefan has to review the plans and approve them. Don't worry, as time goes on—I will bill you for much more time," she assured him.

"If I asked you to get a cup of coffee would me, would you charge me for that time?" Damon asked moving closer to her.

Bonnie smiled. She couldn't help the way her stomach felt every time he looked at her with those eyes and closed the space between them. She did have a crush and this crush was starting to become dangerous…but crushes were also healthy, soo…

"No, I won't charge you…" Bonnie smirked, "this time."

"Good, see you around Stefan," Damon threw a glance over at his brother at the bar heading out with Bonnie.

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"Two Breves," Barry grinned sitting down to cups in front of Bonnie and Damon. Bonnie could almost see the heart eyes that he possessed as he stood over them, "I hope you like them."

"Thanks Barry," Damon sipped, "pretty good."

"Thought you would like them…Bonnie?"

"It's fine," Bonnie looked at him with a look that screamed 'Get Lost' and he quickly made himself scarce, "so how was the rest of your weekend?" Bonnie focused across the table.

Damon shrugged as he allowed the memory of Sabine to fade away, "I put the nail in the coffin of the past," he answered.

"With the old girlfriend?" Bonnie inquired waiting for his answer in a way that she didn't expect to.

"Yes," he answered. Damon knew she meant Andie, but he vowed to take the Sabine relationship to his grave and as much as he liked Bonnie and their friendship, he couldn't tell her anything about it. For some reason, her opinion meant a lot to him and his relationship with Sabine wasn't something that he wanted anyone to know.

"So everything over with now?" Bonnie asked with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Definitely. It was a bad relationship, should have never existed in the first place. I was wrong from the start and now that it's over, I feel like it's a weight lifted off my shoulders. I feel like I can breathe again without that ghost haunting me."

"That's good," Bonnie sipped her drink frowning for a bit, "not the sweetest."

Damon shrugged, "I like it."

"You would."

"Anyway, how was the rest of your weekend with your parents here, your sister and the guy that your sister wants to be her brother in law?" Damon teased.

"My weekend was fine. We drank a lot after Revel and I went to brunch with Marcel yesterday," Bonnie smiled not making eye contact with him.

Damon's mouth turned into a frown without him even knowing. Of course, she would go out with the assistant coach. The one that she danced with at Revel, smiled at, spoke to and laughed with—of course, she would go out with him, "Oh and how was that?"

Bonnie smiled, "It was nice. He's nice and kind…he wants to see more me some more…"

"But he lives in a different state and travels with a basketball team," Damon argued, "I don't know how that kind of relationship works."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "You seem awfully concerned?"

"Well I am. We're friends and long distance relationships are hard. I don't want you to get hurt."

Bonnie smiled, "I didn't say that I would be his girlfriend, but I am open to seeing what could be. I'm not attached to anyone, so I am going to explore all of my options."

"That sounds kinky," Damon wiggled his eyebrow.

"Not like that," Bonnie threw a napkin at him, "I'm just not ruling any guys out just because they may live somewhere else or because they may not be what I would normally date."

Watching Bonnie's eyes, Damon spoke up, "Ok…so what brought this on, seems like a new development?"

"At the basketball game…," she looked down at her cup for a moment and then back at Damon, "I ran into my ex-boyfriend…thee ex-boyfriend and his fiancée, who is a friend from home."

"Ooooh," Damon nodded understandably.

"And you know, I don't want to be his girlfriend again or anything like that—but it still kinda bugged me a little to see them."

"Why?"

Bonnie shrugged, "I don't know. It was just weird and the fact that he kind of alluded to the fact that they may have hooked up before we were truly broken up, that was shocking and a little hurtful. But I shouldn't feel that way, right? It was really over months before the plug was officially pulled, so I'm just being kind of a jerk and possessive and…"

"Human?" Damon supplied.

Bonnie felt a lump in her throat as the word hit her and she nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat. She was both angry and annoyed that she even cared about Enzo and Caroline's engagement, but you really can't control your feelings, "So anyway, enough of that…" Bonnie flagged the air, "what about you? Are you and your ex really over?"

Damon laughed. He noticed the shift in Bonnie's face and her quick turnaround, so he could indulge her, "We are over," Damon thought back to waking up in bed alone without Sabine and being somewhat relieved, "and in case you haven't noticed since we just met, I'm kind of messed up when it comes to relationships."

"Really? And why do you say that?"

"I never pick the right one. There's always some flaw that sets the stage for the relationship to not last long. For example, Andie was a waitress at the lounge. I knew better. I knew what would happen but I still pursued a relationship with her. I knew it would end eventually and probably not in a pretty way, but I still did it. The Salvatore men are not good when it comes to relationships…thee end."

"That's a broad statement."

Damon shrugged, "Bonnie, I am a great friend…boyfriend…eh."

"Maybe you should choose a little better," Bonnie smiled over at him.

Damon looked across the table and matched her smile, "Maybe I should."

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Later that evening, Damon watched the club goers below as Revel filled with customers and the bar was nonstop busy. He smiled. There was nothing he loved more but hearing his place filled with conversation and the sound of the registers closing.

"Well I guess I can understand why you stay here in this godforsaken town," Tanner's voice made Damon turn away from the window, "you have one of the most popular places in town, you're like the King of Mystic Falls, you have your pick of any woman in town and yet…you are still licking your wounds from that ex-girlfriend."

"Tanner, trust me. I've had many, many women in my lifetime…a couple of weeks of downtime is ok."

Tanner nodded and walked over to Damon, "Well I wish nothing but the best for you, my friend."

"You're leaving town?"

"Yes, my mom is back in New York and I need to go back and get back to the office. I will come back soon."

"When we reopen Revel?"

"Oh yes, definitely."

"Well it was nice seeing you my friend," Damon touched Tanner's shoulder.

"Always a pleasure…now, don't turn into a priest on me," Tanner smiled.

"Oh I won't, I'm just taking a much needed break," Damon walked over to the drink cart and poured two glasses of bourbon, handing one to Tanner. He looked over at his friend and they clinked glasses before downing the dark liquid. Just like the liquid disappeared out of the glass, the memories of what he had with Sabine disappeared as well and he was grateful for it.

Damon thinks he closed the door on Sabine, but somehow…I don't think that's exactly true. Bonnie and Marcel are cute, but is the passion there yet?

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