Two weeks ago, her fiance died. Two days ago she learned her fiance had had a mistress this entire time. And that he had had a child with her.
Stefan had cheated on her with Valerie, a person she let into her home and was a gracious host to. And after all that, they had been hiding a love child from her.
Worst part is, Klaus lied to her. He lied to her face about how old the child was. He knew everything about Valerie, and yet he never told her the truth before now. Why did his being Stefan's brother override being her friend?
So she went to ask, and he had to take her away from prying eyes before she caused a scene. She wished she'd screamed in his face and ripped things to shreds, but it was Klaus's job and that would more get him fired than satisfy her need for vengeance.
Klaus practically shoved her into his tiny office, closed the door and put his things down. Caroline was breathing hard and trying not to cry. As soon as he got within arm's reach of her, she slapped him. The look of shock and hurt on his face didn't deter her from trying again but he held her wrist gently, but firm enough to keep a hold of it. She tried with the other hand, but he was too quick and took that wrist too, then pinned both her wrists to the wall behind her. She was still hyperventilating and still needed to vent...but how?
She glanced at his mouth, and with receiving a wide-eyed stare from her action, she decided that's what would get him to loosen his grip on her wrists.
But it didn't work.
Unfortunately kissing him felt way too good, so she let him kiss her deeper, and with her hands still pinned to the wall, but his grip now loosening, her hands slipped just enough that their fingers became intertwined. He moaned into her mouth and she felt the taste of his begin to seep into hers. His kiss would be with her for the rest of the day...at the very least. He kept kissing her, and she kept kissing him back. He just tasted too good.
She pulled her hands free of his, and immediately his hand cupped the back of her head. Her hand fell to be on his, let it slide down to his elbow. But she put it on his back then, and kissed him harder, his arm went around her head as a pillow against the wall but pulled back to cup her face. Her hands fumbled to the sides of his face, then combed his hair back. He moaned again, his other hand now cupping her face too.
Caroline gripped the back of his neck and his hands slipped from her face to grip her body. As her hands explored from his face to his arms, his went up and down her back, their kisses deepening until her jaw hurt. She slid her body down the wall a little, pulling him closer, her pelvis bumping into his, and his arms tightened around her back as he leaned back to accommodate her.
Then he pulled back, and the spell was broken. With his heavy breathing, she knew he wanted to continue but wanted her say so. His lips still rushed hers, his heaving chest molded against hers and a familiar heat was rising. But her lips not completely suction-cupped to his damn mouth made it easier for her to think. She was breathing heavy too, but not with lust.
Oh God, what did she do? Stefan...
Caroline realized her hand was still in his mussed-up hair. The hand that had Stefan's engagement ring on it. She pulled it back slowly and pressed herself into the wall to untangle herself from Klaus's embrace. His beautiful eyes staring back at her...
'have you just been waiting to do that?' she accused without saying 'is this why you've been helping me all along? Were you waiting to take me from Stefan? Would you have done that even if he hadn't died, if he'd become my husband?'
'No, no. I'm sorry. I wasn't...I wasn't ever...I...'
He pulled back, the last thing to leave her was his hand slipping from her partially pulled-up shirt on her hip.
