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"—And they lived happily ever after." Caroline did not even bother to smile at the end of that bedtime story she was narrating to Hope. In fact those words came out in the form of grumble.

These fairy-tales were written to spoil children by giving them false hope on the life and the world. She had believed in these stories until she had entered adolescence.

"This is wonderful story!" Hope exclaimed. "I want to listen once again."

"Go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." Caroline kept her voice free from irritation successfully. She stood up from the armchair, closed the book and put it away. When she looked back at the kid, she found herself under perplexed stare.

Caroline was never good with kids, as far as she remembered. She never tried to change her way with them. It would be better, for her and for them, if she did not interact.

However she ended up in this situation.

She did not want to explain, but those dark blue, baby eyes did not give another option. "Tomorrow, I will do it again."

"Thank you, Miss Forbes." She said with a smile. "Good night!"

Hope was smiling so wide that could hurt her face. Her blue-grey eyes were glinting, quickly reminded the blonde of Klaus.

Man, he was hot.

She inhaled slowly, closing the door behind her and checked text she received from Tyler. Hardly had she taken thirty minutes to drive to the night-club in which Tyler was waiting for her.

"How is the Mikaleson's place?" was his first question after smooching her.

Caroline was frustrated and spat at him. "If you act like you own me, I won't think twice to chop off your fingers."

Tyler raised his brows, his dark eyes displayed amusement. "Someone's not in bright mood. What, Elijah denied to warm your bed?"

She thought seeing his face might alter her mood, only it did not. Caroline tightened her jaws before scanning the dancing crowd, people at their respective booths. Perhaps coming here was a wrong decision.

"How is the preparation coming along?" She grumbled, snatching his drink and regretted quickly.

Tyler did not have a very good taste and she forgot it.

"Preparation for what?" He was confused.

"You agreed you would help me to get out of this country." Caroline huffed out.

After a momentary silence, he muttered. "I didn't know you were being serious about it." He was not happy with her decision and she did not care. Taking his glass back, he added. "Why do you want to leave anyway?"

New song blasted in her ears. Caroline shrugged as she not interested to give answer. Actually she had no specific reason, except that she needed some change.

Soon the environment of that place transformed—it became tense as a familiar face showed up.

Her mouth bent into a smirk, watching the man that had gotten her hot lately.

"You know, he is one of the Mikaelsons." Tyler informed about something she was aware of. "And he is nothing like Elijah. He had his reign over the city before we came and settled down."

Once upon a time he was powerful and now struggling win everything back. Caroline was eager to see his methods this time.

She was lost in her world full of thoughts when Tyler left her alone to take weed with his mates. With a life-sized smile on her face, she made it through crowd to Klaus's chamber. The men, who she presumed as guards, were not outside his door. Caroline did not think twice to barge into the room, but soon she noticed it was a mistake.

Klaus was holding a guy by his collar. Everyone shifted their attention to her. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she mumbled. "Oops, wrong time."

She became a victim of his endless silent daggers for the next few seconds.

When the guards were about to kick her out, Klaus impeded them and signalled something that made them to remove the poor guy from the chamber.

"This would be your first and last time—"

"It is not like I would have dreamt of this before." She argued, checking his collection of drinks. "Man, has anyone mentioned how frequently you threaten? At least your brother and daughter are easy to handle."

He was exactly in front of her when she turned around. "Have you spoken to her?"

Desperate.

"Just an hour back I put her to sleep." She grumbled, recalling how stupid she sounded while reading that fairy tale.

Klaus did not mind taking another step closer, his blue-grey eyes gleamed curiously. "I want to see her."

There was barely an inch or two of gap between them. Well, it did not mean she disliked having him near. His cologne was inviting, letting her create naughty images in her head.

Caroline angled her chin up, a smirk was reaching gradually she parted her lips.

"Can you bring her to me?" He asked sounding hopeful, grasping her upper arms.

His touch was not repulsive, not harsh. Good.

"Can I?" she questioned herself with half-mind. But then she snapped out of it. "I can or I cannot. It depends on what I'm going to get out of it."

Klaus narrowed his eyes, irritation was rising in him slowly. "We discussed about it, Caroline." She felt a shudder of pleasure in her body when he uttered her name. His voice was intense. It almost seemed like he was admonishing her softly. But he was dead-serious. "You'll receive money by the end of our deal."

"Why not now?" A plain question, it was.

She could say he struggled a lot to spat the reason, as if it wounded his ego. "My properties are frozen and I'm working on it."

Caroline frowned in confusion at first and then recollected he was out of jail lately, trying to regain what was lost.

"You agreed to give three million—"

"I am man of word."

Confidence in his voice made her to look at him in disbelief. "Practically you are taking risk." He retrieved hands, stepped away a little to have a look at her face. "Klaus, you want your daughter or power?" When he did not respond immediately, she whispered. "Because you can't have both at same time. It is impossible to maintain—"

"Risk I take doesn't require your concern." Brutally he reminded her of her place.

Her eyes were blank before she nodded in recognition. "Yeah," she cleared her throat and nodded again. "Yeah." She thought to leave the room, but told him, "A day will come, Klaus, when you will accept my words. You can't have your daughter with your foot in this business. You know why?" Not waiting for his answer, she said. "Because they won't let you."

A flicker of emotions was seen in those raw stormy blues before she left.

She was not supposed to feel it in this way and she hated when unwanted memories came back to life. As soon as she was out the chamber, Caroline believed she needed some distraction.

For all she cared, Klaus could go on for a suicide mission. Fuck that guy for reminding her of bitter events in her life.

Distraction! She craved it so badly.

Maybe she could drink till she got wasted?

"Care!" Tyler called her when she had almost reached the entrance.

Oh well, she knew what could take her mind off Klaus and his stupidity.


Those words.

Caroline's last sentences were not seen coming. Klaus was supposed to be angry. Surprisingly, he was not. In fact her words initiated thought-process. Well, it was not about his choices; it was about her.

For quite some time he believed she was Bill's daughter, considering her behavior. But she was something more.

Meanwhile Marcel entered the room that Klaus was standing and staring at the path Caroline left.

"Did he spill beans?" the brown skinned man asked in a light tone.

"For how long you know Caroline?" Klaus spoke something irrelevant, confusing his friend-slash-assistant.

"A couple of months maybe?" Marcel shrugged. "What's wrong?"

Klaus contemplated throughout one minute and broke the silence. "I want to know everything about her."


Caroline was supposed to be aroused from Tyler's touch, especially when his thumb was making circular patterns around her nipple through the shirt. It was supposed to be quick fuck behind the club, he was supposed to bring her in mood.

But things were terribly going in wrong direction.

Tyler's hot and open mouth kisses on her neck, one of her favorite spots, failed to have impact on her. Because of that bastard—Klaus. She began loathing him, but that was going to help her out of this situation. Maybe she needed some time alone? To pull herself.

"Tyler," she began to push him. "This is not working."

He was totally absorbed, kissing her on the collarbone, tugging her tee down.

"Tyler, stop." Caroline said loudly.

"What?" He let out a disapproving growl.

"This is not working." She repeated in a cold tone while arranging her clothes. "I'll see you later."

"Maybe we can try this back—"

"Bye, Tyler." She was at the end of lane by the time she heard a groan echoing the alley. Still, she did not toss a glance.

One shower and then plenty of sleep would alter her mood. Yeah.

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