AN; You've waited long enough – let's get on with it.
Been hospitalized due to disease but I'll try to catch up!

It had been a whole week since her trip ended and she got back from Vegas. She'd left Katherine with a bit of sadness in her chest and her friend had hugged her so close it almost hurt her.

Elena had been beyond tired once the driver had handed her the black suitcase. When she'd walked up the stairs to her apartment – she'd realized that her legs felt like jelly and her feet hurt after wearing high heels in Vegas.

She'd fallen asleep the minute her head hit the pillow – the familiar smell of home greeting her, the feeling of being safe spreading inside her. She loved her tiny apartment and wouldn't want to live anywhere else.

Caroline had called her a number of times and she'd ignored it – knowing that the blonde would want to come over, eat some Chinese food and drink cheap wine while gossiping about her trip to the desert.

And, truth be told, Elena would love to chat about it but there was one thing that she didn't really know how to handle. Him. She'd never told Katherine everything about Damon either. She'd kept a part of him to herself and she wanted it to stay that way. However, Elena was nervous that she would spill her own secret the moment the blonde was allowed to walk into her apartment. So, therefore, she'd distanced herself – but, just a little.

She loved Caroline, she was a great friend but she also knew how to spread gossip – fast – and Elena didn't want Mason to hear about her naked meeting at the club as it was none of his business.

She'd tried to deny and suppress all the thoughts that seemed to wander towards a man with raven black hair and ice blue eyes but it was hard. The only time she'd actually succeeded to shut him out of her mind was while at work.

The café was always full of people and it was easy for her to get lost in all the orders she had to bring to the different tables. It helped the emotions she'd fought with since their shared night in Vegas.

Instead of going to college like most of her friends had, Elena had decided that she needed some time to think about what she wanted to do with her life. She'd needed a break from school and further studies.

Her parents had disliked the idea at first but once she got a job at Carol's Café – they'd slowly changed their minds. They supported her.

Her parents had called her the morning after she'd arrived back home and she'd briefly told them about Vegas, Katherine and what they'd been doing. Well, she didn't tell them about the hot and mysterious stranger she'd met at a swingers club… Her mother would freak out and her father would probably get a shock – realizing his daughter might not be the same little girl that she was ten years ago. Grayson – who'd always been very protective of his little girl, had just started to accept the fact that she wasn't going straight from high school and directly towards college – when she got her own apartment and moved out of her childhood home.

Her apartment wasn't big. She had one bedroom and a bathroom, the living room and kitchen mended with each other. Actually, she didn't have much of a kitchen. It was more like a tiny pantry with three cupboards, a tiny fridge and a stove, but, she loved it.

Besides, it wasn't like she could afford a remodeled condo with amazing view – no.

She saved most of her money for the future and while her apartment wasn't a five star Hilton Hotel with all the glamorous details – it was still a home and located in a good area. Her neighbors knew her and she knew them – most of them were old couples, many of them in their early sixties.

She was proud to say that she was able to provide for herself and the little goldfish – that her brother had bought for her when she'd moved to the place.

Whenever her parents had the possibility, they transferred a little bit of money to her bank account, which she appreciated with all her heart but never expected. They knew that she had everything she might need but since she was the youngest of their two children and the last one to leave the nest – they seemed worry about her.

Her dad had made a habit out of calling her every single day, subtly asking her to move back home since the walls of the house echoed with the space she and Jeremy had left behind.

Her big brother had moved in with his girlfriend Anna, almost three years ago and her parents still hadn't processed the fact that their kids were growing up, ready to live by themselves.

Elena dropped her keys on the kitchen table. She was working two shifts today and had to get back to the cafe within three hours.

She loosened her fishtail braid and let her hair fall freely down her back. She opened the cupboard, grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water, sighing heavily. She disappeared into her living room, dropping down onto her red sofa. She leaned back, pulling a hand through her hair. She felt like a mess – emotional without really knowing why.

Elena found herself daydreaming about a certain man once again. She laid down on the sofa and pushed the black pillow aside. Damn it, Elena, stop it! How was it possible for his eyes to haunt her whenever she closed her own eyes? Their night together had been perfect, so beautiful and romantic – in a way.

Once she'd left the club with Katherine and she'd gotten her senses back, she'd realized what she'd done and no – she'd never regretted it.

Damon – the stranger – had shown her more intimacy – with so much raw emotions – that not even Mason and Matt put together would be able to produce the same amount of feelings.

She'd been spellbound by Damon the minute she'd laid her eyes on him. A part of her body had been drawn to him before he reached out for her and introduced himself at the bar. There had been something special about him.

Would she ever see him again? Probably not.

Judging by his looks and the exclusive clothes he'd been wearing he must've been rich or at least wealthy above average. The conclusion – Elena would never fit into his world even if they did meet again. She'd also come to the conclusion that he must've been older than her too, but how much older?

She'd lied about her age when she'd entered the club – the fancy guards had really believed her to be 21 instead of 19 – otherwise they wouldn't have let her in.

Her phone buzzed and Mason's name flashed across the screen. Ugh. She rolled her eyes and ignored him. The guy was persistent. They'd been broken up for almost two months now and all she wanted was for him to leave her alone. She wanted nothing to do with him as they'd ended on a really bad note.

Mason had been very special – in his own, weird, unsettling and crazy way. He'd always tried to make her feel guilty after she'd enjoyed sex. He'd viewed Elena's private moments as a problem and blamed her every chance he got – especially when they had sex. It had always caused her to feel so unworthy of pleasure and slightly ashamed of who she was.

He'd been watching porn on a daily basis and had jerked off whenever he'd wanted too – telling her all about it too. And, at the same time – Elena hadn't even been allowed to finger herself or even circle her throbbing clit during intercourse. It had always caused him to be rude and crude afterwards. Sex had never been a beautiful thing they'd shared with one another – it had always felt like it was for his pleasure. She'd just been there to serve a purpose.

He'd never forced himself on her, had never raped her – but still, sometimes she'd felt sexually abused by him or at least a bit violated by his actions. He'd claimed to be a dominant person but asshole was a description that fit him a lot better.

He'd been mean and rude most of the time they'd spent together and she'd decided to end it.

Mason had controlled her and she'd let him because of love's blinding ability. He'd controlled what she wore – why, when and where. She'd felt imprisoned with him and she could gladly say that their break up was a big relief – not just for her but for her family and friends as well. Elena knew that her loved ones had been worried about her and she couldn't blame them for that.

Mason had been trying to get ahold of her during her trip to Vegas as well but she'd ignored him – and for good reasons.

Meeting Damon in Vegas had changed her look on sex – it could be nice with the right person. The right person – ha! She sounded slightly insane.

However, she did realize that she'd been very lucky to have met him. Her one night stand at Ecstacy could've been a complete jerk without any kind of respect for her and her body. Damon had been a real gentleman – she couldn't deny that. He'd been amazing with her. He'd been so gentle, loving, cocky yet sweet and dominant – a dangerous combination.

A man like him didn't come along without dark demons – she knew that. Of course, there must have been more to him than what she'd seen during that night – but how much more? What did he do for a living? Did he live in Vegas? What if he was one of those husbands that went out in order to cheat on their wives? Oh God. She had to stop her brain from forming questions and thoughts about him because they would never be answered.

An hour later she decided to swing by her parents house and pick up some of her old books. She jumped out of her green beetle and walked up to the front porch. Out of habit – she opened the door without knocking.

"Mom? Dad?" Elena entered the kitchen, her eyes widening as she realized she'd just walked in on her parents sharing a very intimate moment. "Oh, my God!"

Her mother was placed on the kitchen counter – the purple dress hiked up on her thighs, showing of her stockings as her father was busy with his hands.

Her parents turned their heads to meet their daughter's eyes as she cringed in despair.

Thank goodness they weren't naked yet – although it was close enough. Her father had his shirt ripped open. It was beyond obvious that they'd been about to do it in the kitchen. On the freaking countertop!

It didn't come as a surprise to her, that her parents were still sexually active. Hell, they had the entire house to themselves – of course they would be having sex whenever and wherever – but still! She didn't want to see it!

"Honey!" Miranda turned red, her face turning into a tomato's color. "Elena, hi, honey. We– we were just–"

"No! I'm just gonna go." She put a hand above her face, shielding her eyes from more damage than they'd already been put through. "By all means, carry on."

"No, sweetheart, wait." Grayson quickly buttoned his shirt, pulling a hand through his hair.

"No. No, thank you. I've just been scarred for the rest of my life."

"Nonsense." Miranda straightened out her dress before she walked over to her daughter. "It's good to see you. How was Vegas?"

"Good." She mumbled, uncomfortable with her mother's close proximity. "My eyes are a little sensitive right now. I just wanted to stop by and get some of my other books."

"Go ahead." Grayson chuckled and wiped away the remnants of his wife's lipstick. "Just make sure to yell really loud before you come back downstairs again. Just in case."

"Grayson!" Miranda scolded him.

Elena shook her head at her parents joke and headed up the stairs.

The door creaked when she swung it open. The light colored walls made the room glow when the sun shone through the window.

Except from a couple of cardboard boxes, the room was empty. She collected some of her books and went downstairs. Her parents were seated close to each other on the sofa, her mother resting her head on her father's shoulder.

A small smile spread on her face. They seemed happy and she was glad for them. Elena had always believed that her parents had everything. They had each other and they had undoubtedly loved one another unconditionally as long as Elena could remember.

She wanted that too, some day.

A couple of years back, Damon had promised himself that he would never work at the family business alongside with his father. Ever.

Giuseppe Salvatore was a very successful man and had always wanted his oldest son to replace him as the boss at the Salvatore's firm – however, Damon, didn't want to run the business his father had built.

Damon was a damn good lawyer, but that didn't mean he wanted to own a firm where he had to make sure everything was under absolute control. If he missed or did something wrong, it wouldn't just affect him, but all of the other people working for him too – he wasn't ready for the responsibility it would bring, because he was sure he would've fucked up the first chance he got.

He'd left home to go to law school at the age of twenty two and his parents had been so proud of him. His father had talked about his glorious future but all Damon had been able to see was an empty road and someone who'd already decided everything for him – someone who controlled his life.

Of course, this didn't sit well with the eldest Salvatore sibling and he'd caused a scene. He'd always put himself in some kind of trouble in order for them to see that he wasn't cut out to be the one to give his parents an heir to the Salvatore clan. He had millions on his bank account – millions, that waited for him to meet someone that he could spend them on and with. His parents wanted him to build a home and a family, sooner rather than later.

He'd been dating Andie back and forth during law school and his parents had been pushing him to go down on one knee and propose to the girl. And yes, he could have proposed to her but he didn't. Living with the same female for the rest of his life? Loving her until his last breath, walking through fire for her, having sex with the same person until the day he couldn't get his dick to cooperate, having kids, a dog and a minivan? No way. Marriage wasn't for him.

He'd dumped Andie and had hurt her badly in the process. She'd been head over heels in love with him and he'd admitted to himself that he liked her too. But unfortunately, his feelings for her hadn't been enough – he'd been afraid of committing to a relationship like the one with Andie. Everything about it had felt so forced and at the end he'd never been interested in any of the things she'd said.

Damon had been aware of the fact that she deserved a lot better than the treatment she'd received from him, but he hadn't been able to do anything about his emotionless affections towards her.

He'd grown up a lot since then, but still, he wasn't ready for a steady relationship. It was doomed to fail so he didn't even care about his mother's constant gibberish. She wanted him to settle down and give her grandkids to spoil.

His family was far from perfect and everyone who knew the real Salvatore family knew that his younger brother Stefan was the real troublemaker. Giuseppe and Lynn never had a free hand when it concerned their youngest son. Stefan had dropped out of college and was now living on the money their great grandma had left behind when she died.

Damon's brother was irresponsible and lazier than Garfield himself and unlike the cat – Stefan wasn't cute while being lazy.

When Damon had left town in order to work in Los Angeles – Stefan's behavior had taken a turn for the worst and the young man had turned to drugs and alcohol for a bit of fun.

Now, at the age of twenty four, Stefan had been to rehab more than once. He'd been admitted at a new clinic a couple of months ago.

Damon had, had thoughts of visiting him but never did.

After his mother's sad phone call, Damon had felt obligated to move closer to home and try to be apart of the Salvatore family – though owning the family business wasn't on his agenda – he needed to work for his father and at least try to support them through Stefan's downward spiral.

The brother's used to be close but grew apart when life wanted different things for them. Damon had been the rebel and Stefan had been the little brother that needed protection from the world and it's dangerous people and places.

He loved his brother, there was no doubt about it, but sometimes that love turned into anger and hurtful words that affected everyone in the family. Truths and lies were mixed up together – it sucked and ripped a part from their family every single time.

Damon loathed it – the feeling of hopelessness and the rage he sometimes felt towards his own brother.

He'd been quick to quit his job at the law firm in L.A. and a week later he'd found a remodeled condo with all the luxurious items he needed. His parents lived just a couple of miles outside of town and the office was approximately twenty minutes away from his new home.

His new job wasn't even close to what he wanted out of life but he was willing to give it a try – for the sake of his family.

A week before he'd been scheduled to move, he'd gone to Vegas to blow off some steam. He'd needed some time to think through what he would do once he'd settled in his new hometown. Golf, perhaps? No, that wasn't his thing.

"Wow." Alaric stopped, turning to face him. "I need a break."

"I thought you did the Insanity workouts everyday. Are you trying to tell me you're not fit anymore?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, that's a low blow, Salvatore, low blow." Ric winked at him. "And to answer your question I'm still doing the Insanity workouts but not every day."

"Why not?"

"Let's just say that I'm a little too sore to do them."

Damon nudged the man with his elbow, causing him to wince at the contact.

"Hey, hey. Not nice."

"Sorry," Damon shrugged his shoulders.

"How are you doing by the way? You seem to be more wound up now than before you left for Vegas."

"Nah, it's nothing."

"You've been weird ever since you got back. Did something happen on your trip or is this about the move and you changing scenery?"

"Let's just say that I met someone."

"In Vegas?"

"Yup."

"A woman?"

"No." He rolled his eyes. "Yes, a woman."

"Okay." The sandy-haired man grimaced. "Let's be honest here."

Damon chuckled and dropped the box he'd been carrying to the floor. It was a sunny day and they were both starting to sweat. They'd managed to get most of Damon's things into his new home.

The only items in his fridge was two beers and some cookies that his mother had sent over earlier. He was in desperate need of some coffee and a sandwich but as of right now, a beer would have to do.

They both dropped down onto the black sofa, clinking their beer bottles with one another and gulping down a well-deserved amount of the beverages.

Alaric had been his friend for several years and Damon considered him to be the best buddy a man could possibly get. He would never tell him that but yes, that was the naked truth. They'd known each other before college and their friendship seemed to last no matter the distance that had kept them separate for the last two years.

Now they would be living in the same town and Damon looked forward to spending more time with him.

"She was," Damon paused in order to find the right words. "Pretty special."

"Really? I didn't know those kind of women still existed."

"Neither did I. After the fallout with Andie, I shared a bed with anyone who was willing to rumble between the sheets, but this girl – woman – she was something extraordinary. She fit me like a hand in a customized glove."

"Oh man, I think you're in love." Ric joked.

"You know that I don't believe in love. It's just an illusion. However, I'm just saying, that there was something about her."

"It still sounds like you're in love."

Damon rolled his eyes and his friend chuckled.

After saying goodbye to Ric and agreeing to meet up with him at Carol's Café and moving some boxes into the kitchen, he managed to find a towel and some clean clothes.

He made his way to the shower. His bathroom was equipped with a glass tiled shower, a rectangular bathtub in marble and a massive glass window that covered almost the entire wall beside the bathtub. The enormous glass wall gave him a beautiful view of the town square and a part of the park as well.

He felt dirty and sweaty after the long day he'd had and relaxing under the hot sprays of water was exactly what he needed right now.

Damon got out of his clothes and in the shower. He shifted underneath the sprays of water. Judging by the protruding body part below his waist, he seemed to be in need of something else too. He wanted to groan. His dick had been standing more than usual and he didn't even need to think of sexual situations for it to strain his jeans whenever it wasn't appropriate.

"Fine." He grumbled, knowing that it wouldn't go away by his brain's ignoring behavior.

He found his member and slowly stroked his cock in a steady pace. He circled the tip and spread the precum along his length. When he closed his eyes – he saw her and his fantasy pulled him away from reality.

Brown eyes met his blue ones. She was on her knees in front of him. She was naked and absolutely stunning. She threw her hair over her left shoulder – allowing it to expose her slender and beautiful neck. His breath hitched in his throat as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his member. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushed his hips forward and felt the warmth of her mouth.

She managed to take all of him and moved her head back and forth with a ferocity that had his knees buckling. He started gasping uncontrollably and couldn't help but to beg her to finish him off.

She looked up, met his eyes, sucked at the head of his cock and swallowed around him when he exploded, his body convulsing with pleasure.

"Elena!"

He'd fantasised about her four times this week. Oh, he was so screwed. He couldn't help it – she occupied him, messed with his head and increased his libido to the point of insanity.

Just like he'd told Ric earlier – there had been something about her. There had to be something about her – otherwise she wouldn't affect him the way she did without even being with him, right?

He'd never been acting this way before, when it came to his long list of other one night stands.

It annoyed him and at the same time it excited him greatly. He would love to meet her again.

He'd actually thought of hiring a private detective to find her but no. Hell no! That would be way too creepy. Stalker warning, Damon. Was she thinking of him? Had he affected her the same why she'd affected him? He wanted to know. He needed to know.

As a fatalist he would just have to leave it in faith's hands. If they were meant to see each other again – they would.

Carol's Café was crowded and Elena crisscrossed between the tables to take the orders. The place smelled of sweets, cinnamon buns, chocolate, coffee and hundreds of other different pastries.

The interior was a little retro looking but with a modern touch to it. It always reminded her of Grease for some reason. There was a jukebox in one of the corners and music always filled the place. There was also a small stage with a piano and a couple of guitars located at the other end of the café. Elena loved it.

She'd just been serving a customer when she bumped into Carol – the owner. She was an energetic woman in her late fifties with a beautiful smile and a mothering warmth that had the power to make anyone feel safe around her.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear." Carol excused and stroked Elena's cheek while she passed her.

Elena smiled back at her and turned around when she heard the glass door open behind her. Her aunt's boyfriend waved at her and she waved back. He was a nice guy and aunt Jenna was crazy about him.

Elena's smile instantly faded when she noticed the man coming in after Ric. Oh my, what are the odds?

Sparkling, crystal blue eyes caught her gaze and she could see his mouth fall open and his jaw crashing to the floor before she pulled off her purple apron and fled.

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