Chapter 5: Close Enemy

You used to be the one true thing in my world
You told me that you loved me
You're in love with yourself
Shoulda listened to my mother
You messed around the others
Now you're dead to me
I've been sleeping with the enemy

- Example

Bonnie

What was happening to me? All I'd wanted was to stay in the office with Enzo. He pulled at my heartstrings like no one ever had. He'd looked so alone, standing in his office, wanting me. I would say he found it just as difficult to let me go. I found myself really looking forward to tomorrow and seeing him again. Now I only had to worry about Matt.

Matt. What the hell had happened to our relationship? It was actually driving me crazy, trying to put my finger on when everything started to change. I couldn't say it was sudden, but more like a gradual, steady decline.

Five months ago, we'd gone to his boss's home for the weekend, along with some other colleagues who were working on a particular contract. The weekend had gone well, and gradually since then our relationship had started to disintegrate. Now I cringed whenever he came near me, which was so not good.

I briefly rested my head against my apartment door, dreading what I was going to be walking into when I opened it.

With a sigh, I put the key in the lock and opened the door, only to be greeted by dark silence.

Standing in the apartment, I closed and locked the door, then walked towards the lounge and stopped dead at the sight that greeted me. I was left totally speechless.

Matt was naked, sat in the chair, with his hand wrapped around his cock, which looked to be fully erect. I couldn't move my eyes. He'd never done anything like that before.

"How about giving me that sexy mouth?"

Oh god, was he for real?

While I stood speechless, his breathing started to change as he sped up his movement with his fist.

"Matt." I really didn't know what to say or do. "What…."

"Hell, babe, I've never known you to be speechless before." He laughed. "I'm so close to finishing. You going to come over here and suck me off?"

"Like hell. Your fist seems to be working just fine." Rather proud of myself, I walked to the bedroom and quickly grabbed my sweatpants and a top, then locked myself in the bathroom.

I turned the shower on and quickly stripped, climbed in, then finally gave into the tears that had been threatening to fall for weeks.

My mother always used to say a good cry did the world of good and made you feel better. I really hoped it did.

I still couldn't get over walking in on him jerking off. I didn't think he could ever surprise me. Well, he sure had.

My mind jumped back to the tender moment in Enzo's office. I'd wanted him so badly, and still did. My body burned for him and that was after only knowing him for less than twenty-four hours. His shaft had looked a lot bigger than Matt's, and yes, I did look when I was leaving his office. Now if it had been Enzo sitting in the chair naked asking for my mouth, I sure as hell wouldn't have had a problem with that. I was aroused to high heaven after that thought.

My shower finished, I stepped out and dried off. I threw the towel into the laundry basket and pulled my clothes on. I sat on the toilet seat and tried to decide how I needed to handle the scene with Matt, which had left me stunned and embarrassed.

We were due to meet some friends of ours, Jeremy and Anna our usual wine bar in about three hours, which was the last thing I needed tonight. I'd prefer to crawl into bed and wake up tomorrow when it was time to head into the office.

Enzo

I watched Bonnie leave my office and eventually the building. It had been…. hard. She had really gotten under my skin. Because of that, I was still suffering, or rather my cock was. Oh, I'd seen Bonnie glance down and notice how aroused I was. I'd also noticed the flush along her cheeks just before she'd shut my office door. I was so tempted to give myself the relief I craved, but the real relief wouldn't happen until I was between Bonnie's thighs.

Before I could do anything about it, I quickly picked my cell up and dialed Ric.

"Mr St. John?" he answered.

"I'll be ready in five, Ric." I ran my hands through my hair as I looked out through the window into the early evening dusk.

"I've just left the hotel, so I'll be there soon." He hung up.

I tried to straighten myself a bit, I hadn't realized I was so rumpled. I unrolled my shirt sleeves, refastened the top two buttons at my neck, straightened my tie and then grabbed my suit jacket. I collected my belongings and flicked off the lights before I locked the office doors.

Standing in the elevator, I smiled as I remembered the journey I'd taken this morning in the same elevator. The journey that had changed what I wanted out of life. Bonnie.

I sighed, stepping from the elevator and made my way outside to find Ric, who was standing at the side of the car with a huge grin on his face. His expression didn't waver as I walked closer. I returned his grin when I realized his body was there, but his mind was most certainly elsewhere. "I gather you had a good day." I smirked.

"Oh yes…." He blushed. "I mean, an interesting day."

I laughed. My chauffeur was embarrassed.

"You're not the only one to have one of those days." He raised an eyebrow in question. "Don't ask."

Sitting back in the car, I watched as Ric drove out of the city to my home. My home was secluded and approximately twenty minutes from where the Salvatore building was located downtown.

I had drawn up the design myself and had it built by Salvatore Holdings, moving in as soon as construction was complete. That was four years ago.

It was my domain, my space, and no one uninvited was welcome. Needless to say, I never had a woman, other than my mother, inside the walls.

On the outside, my home looked like a large rustic log cabin, but inside it was anything but rustic. I loved my comforts and if they included every modern convenience, like my large flat screen television that on the odd occasion, I'd been known to kick back in front of with my brothers to watch a game or two, then so be it.

Ric opened the door for me, which was odd. I climbed out and scowled at him.

"We're home now, and I figured since you've been sitting in the back while I've been parked for five minutes already, you might need a reminder on how to open the door."

I laughed. "Well, thanks for that Ric. I'm a bit distracted."

He looked at me and then the light seemed to go on in that head of his. "Ah, a woman. I don't think I've ever known you to be distracted with a woman before. Anyone I know?"

"No. She's my new assistant." I growled out.

Ric seemed startled. "Oh."

I sighed. "Exactly."

"I see the problem." He chuckled and climbed back into the car. Ric lived on my land in a small two bedroom cabin about ten minutes walk from the main house. It was part and parcel of the job of being my chauffeur.

I walked inside and placed everything on the table in the entrance hall, which included my jacket and tie, then walked into 'the cave', as my mother liked to call it.

With a whiskey poured, I sat at my desk in the dark and wondered what Bonnie was doing. I wondered if her bastard of a boyfriend was trying to worm his way back into her good graces or if he was still being an ass. I wanted nothing more than for Bonnie to be with me, which was stupid, considering I'd just met her today.

My cell started to ring as I was about to take a drink of the whiskey. I placed the glass into my left hand and answered, "Hello, St. John."

"Mr St. John, it's Beau," he said nervously.

Beau was the man I'd asked to find out what he could about why Bonnie had lost her job and Matt hadn't. "I know who you are. Have you found out anything?"

"I overheard a conversation earlier today, which shed some light on why Bonnie was let go. At lunch, Matt and another man named Finn, were talking about Bonnie. Apparently, they had a meeting with you and discovered she was now working for you. Matt sounded really pissed, but the other guy asked him why he was bothered, since he was sleeping the boss's daughter, who is also Finn's younger sister"

Fuck. I sure as hell hadn't been expecting that. "Are you sure?"

"Matt made a couple of crude comments about their fling, and Bonnie for that matter, so yes. From what he was saying, it seemed that way and I think the boss's daughter had something to do with Bonnie leaving."

"Thanks, Beau. You've been a great help. I'll transfer you the money tonight."

"Thank you, Mr St. John. Have a good night."

I slammed my phone down onto the desk and drained my glass of whiskey, before I threw it into the fireplace, which I'd yet to set. What a fuckin' mess. Do I tell Bonnie or let her find out for herself? If I told her, I'd be able to console her, providing she didn't shoot the messenger. If she found out for herself, she might come to me on her own. What a damn position to be in.

The sooner she was away from him the better. The thought of them together was driving me crazy.

I answered my phone again. "Yes," I said, still annoyed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mason asked.

"Nothing. What's wrong? Has Damon showed up yet?" I sat back in my chair feeling the exhaustion settle in, which usually happened after a glass of whiskey.

"Yeah, he's here. Just wanted to let you know he'd arrived. Why are you going off at me?"

I laughed. Trust Mason to see through me. "No reason, just one of those days…. don't forget the Salvatore company picnic in a couple of weeks," I reminded him.

"Don't worry, I'll be there. If I must."

"You must," I replied. If I didn't force him to be there, he'd stay holed up in Chicago.

"All right, Enzo. I'll see you in two weeks and don't do anything I wouldn't do." He laughed.

I hung up the phone, only to have it ring not two minutes later.

"Stefan, now what?"

"Well you sound in a good mood." Stefan laughed down the phone.

"Look, I've had a shit day, so just get on with it."

"Okay, I was ringing to see if you wanted to come down to the club tonight for a couple of drinks….and to get laid."

I growled. "If I wanted to get laid, I'm quite capable of finding myself my own woman…. but a few drinks sounds good."

"So you'll come down then?"

"Yes."

I hung up. If I didn't know better I'd say he was up to something. Fists might fly if he had a woman there, ready and waiting. I only wanted one woman.

Bonnie.

Bonnie

I'd been hiding in the bathroom for about forty-five minutes and my stomach was growling. I really needed some food. The best I could hope for was that he'd cleaned up and left the apartment. I really hoped he had, I wasn't sure what the hell I was supposed to say to him after that little show.

Okay, I could do this. I plastered on a brave face and opened the bathroom door, only to get hit by the aroma of parmesan chicken. I followed the delicious smell to the kitchen and found Matt there, fully dressed – thank god – with an apron tied around his waist at the stove, stirring what I presumed was parmesan chicken. The only thing Matt seemed capable of cooking.

He turned and caught me watching him. "I thought you were going to stay in there all night."

I laughed. "I wasn't sure what exactly I'd be walking out into, after, you know." I waved my arms around.

He looked at me for the longest time. "I'd been horny all day after seeing you all business–like at Salvatore Holding."

My mouth dropped. Was he for real? He'd been pissed as hell.

"Are you sure about that? Because that wasn't the impression I got earlier."

Sitting at the table in the kitchen, I waited for him to respond. He'd heard me, as his shoulders stiffened briefly. I watched him while he served the chicken dish with rice and after placing my plate on the table he took his seat opposite me.

He poured us both a glass of wine and looked at me, offering a toast. "To your new job."

Okay, I could play along. "To my new job." I agreed and placed my wine back on the table as he continued to watch me.

"I reacted badly today at Salvatore's. It was a shock to see you there with Enzo St John. The guy couldn't keep his eyes off you, which got my back up."

I started to eat, thinking carefully, about how to respond. "Matt, you were an ass and acted very unprofessionally. There's no way you expected me to just sit at home all day, doing nothing. I've always worked, even through college. I can't believe you wouldn't expect me to find another job." I glared at him for a few minutes before continuing to eat. I really was hungry, which didn't surprise me, as I'd missed lunch.

He sighed and placed his fork back on his plate. "Okay, I was pissed, because I couldn't believe you hadn't told me about working there. Not only that, but when you stopped in the doorway and your boss walked into you, there was no need for him to keep his hands on you like he did."

It had felt damn good being held against Enzo, feeling his arousal against my backside, and then when I turned to ask him to release me, our faces were mere inches apart. He made me so damn hot.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the job." He raised an eyebrow at me, wanting me to continue, but all I wanted to do was eat, then head to bed and forget all about going out later. "I didn't tell you, because I didn't want a lecture from you. There, I've said it." Having finished eating I pushed my plate away and glared at him, waiting for his response.

He sat back in his chair and looked into his wine. "I'm sorry too, Bonnie. I really am. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I guess I've been taking it out on you. Will you forgive me? We've been together a long time, and I don't want to lose you."

What could I say to that? I really didn't want to be in this relationship anymore and I hoped he didn't either. Although Enzo was stuck in my head, I'd actually been feeling like that for a while now. I wasn't sure I was brave enough to say anything yet, especially since I had nowhere else to go.

"What was going on when I came home? You've never done anything like that before," I asked, feeling rather embarrassed, and by the blush on his face, he was too.

"I thought if you saw me doing something like that, then perhaps you would be more interested. I thought you might find it hot."

Confused, I just stared at him. "I think I need to go and get ready to go out, although I would prefer to go to bed. I'm really tired after my first day at work." I just wanted this conversation over with.

"We could blow Jer and Anna off and stay here if you wanted to. I'm not opposed to an early night."

That wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want him to touch me if I was totally honest. "No, I've been looking forward to seeing Anna."

"Okay." He didn't look too bothered with my rejection.

"We're still meeting them at the wine bar, right?" I shouted back to him on my way to the bedroom.

"Club Davina. It only opened last week, but Jeremy rang earlier today and said Anna had managed to get four priority tickets. Hope you don't mind going to a club rather than a bar," Matt said as he started to follow me to the bedroom.

"No, that's fine." At least I'd be able to get lost in the music for a while, instead of having to make small talk with Matt in the wine bar.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the lack of updates, been digging into this vampire diaries rewatch this weekend, finally on season two. I miss the dark edgy side of the vampire diaries from season 1 and 2. What about you guys, what's your favorite season of the vampire diaries?