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Enzo wasted no time in storming out of the tiny apartment. As Bonnie moved to follow after him, Damon grabbed at her wrist, turning her attention to him.

"You love me?" he asked again, his eyes shining with hope. She breathed heavily as the crystal tears brimmed her eyes, her lips quivering.

"I can't do this right now," she let out, breaking free from his hold. She hurried out the door to find Enzo, but she was too late. He was long gone. As she slowly descended down the stairs, she allowed the circumstances of her evening to settle within her. She couldn't believe how harshly things turned out—she knew that she was better off where she was before. Alone.

She took a seat on the last step, ripping the ribbon off of her dress that read Proud Mother. She was proud of being Eliza's mother—she was the most beautiful baby in the world, but she couldn't deny the heartache that surrounded her child. Her poor, innocent, child. The child she would do anything to protect. After a while of reflecting on the unfortunate situation that she found herself in, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Bonnie," the voice breathed. It was Damon.

"Can I please have a few moments alone?" she choked out, the oncoming tears thick within her voice.

"You've spent months alone," he responded. "Now, it's time to talk."

"I don't even know what to say," she whispered sadly as the tears finally spilled over. Damon slowly took a seat beside her and looked over at her with solemn eyes.

"Did you know she was mine?" he whispered. She shook her head.

"I considered it," she responded after a minute. "But, I just felt that since it was a one-time thing, it couldn't have possibly been you."

"Or, you just didn't want it to be," he let on. She slowly looked up at him.

"I was with—I mean; I am with Enzo. Why wouldn't I want her to have been his?" she reasoned.

"I get that," he acknowledged. "It's just… you said you loved me. How could you be with him, if you love someone else?"

"It's complicated," she whispered.

"How complicated can it really be?" he spat.

"Don't act like you haven't been in this situation before!" she hollered. "With Katherine; with Elena! You and your brother have had more epic love triangles to last a century! If anyone knows anything about how this feels, it should be you."

He slowly allowed her words to sink in as she looked away from him in an eager attempt to calm herself down. He knew she was right.

"I just never thought this would be our story," he confessed. She nodded in agreement.

"Me either, Damon," she told him. There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke up.

"So… where does this leave us?" he wondered. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, we have a child together now. We need to parent her. We need to be there for her," she said, stating the obvious end of things.

"Definitely," he agreed. "But… where does this leave us? You and me?"

She swallowed thickly. "I don't know."

"Bonnie—

"I don't know. I need to speak with Enzo. I can't leave things with him like that. Truth of the matter is, no matter what I feel for you, I'm still in love with him. I know he's hurt and he'll probably hate me forever, but I can't leave things the way they are. He deserves so much more than this," she said as the tears returned.

"What about what you deserve?" Damon questioned.

"He gave me everything," she responded.

"What about what I can give you?" Damon interjected.

"For how long? Really, Damon? Let's not forget about your sleeping beauty that you have waiting for you once I'm dead. What if someone discovers a way to bring her back before I die? Will you just leave me in the dust?" she hollered. He was silent for a long while. Truthfully, he didn't know how to answer that. The only thing he knew was that he loved Bonnie, and he would do anything for her. He would do anything to be with her.

"So, you're really willing to stay with him knowing that you have a child with me?" he asked, dismissing her prior words.

"Before you found out she was yours, you didn't even look her in direction. Even now, it still hasn't hit you that you're someone's father," she spat.

"Because I couldn't fathom the thought of you sharing a child with him," Damon growled.

"Why not? He was my boyfriend! You know what—we're just going to be going in circles this entire time. I can't do this right now. Everything's ruined and I just want to get out of here," she mumbled, rising to her feet.

"Our conversation isn't over," Damon bellowed.

"It is for now," she declared, stomping up the stairs and into the apartment, leaving him out there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

…

Enzo hit decline for the 100th time that afternoon as Bonnie's name illuminated on his cellphone. He wasn't in the mood to hear anything that she had to say, and he knew he wouldn't be for a long time.

He was sprawled across Angelina's couch for the third night in a row, listening as the rain pelted against the window. While he had a place of his own, the silence and stillness within his apartment would have killed him. He needed a distraction; he needed to be in the presence of the only person that he could currently tolerate. It was almost midnight. He heard footsteps enter the living room, silently wishing he could have more alone time to sulk in his despair.

"Hey, you," Angelina greeted as she drifted over to stand in front of Enzo. He couldn't help the double take that he did when he realized what she was wearing. She had on a silky white robe barely covering a thin tank top that ended a little below her breasts, with silky shorts that complimented her curves in the best way possible. Throughout his stay, he had barely seen Angelina because she was busy preparing for a spell that she was soon to conjure, but tonight, something was different.

"You're up late," he acknowledged, wiping his wet eyes. He had been crying silently for quite some time. She noticed the glint in his eyes and crouched down to his level, wiping under his eyelids. The proximity between them began to grow more intimate, and he could slowly feel himself gravitating closer to her touch. The feeling was very much welcomed.

"I heard you stirring out here," she confessed. "I thought I'd come be of some company."

"I was that loud?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. She chuckled a little bit as she moved to sit next to him.

"I have good ears," she winked. He smiled lightly, but his frown quickly returned. He just couldn't stop thinking about Bonnie. Angelina noticed, leaning her shoulder against his subtly.

"She keeps calling," he finally spoke.

"Block her number," she responded nonchalantly.

"I can't do that," he told her. She narrowed her eyes.

"And why can't you?" she questioned. He opened his mouth to respond, but closed it quickly. He contemplated his words before speaking up.

"Because… she's Bonnie. I spent so long searching for her, wanting her to be in my life after having to endure such a long time without her. It's taking everything in me to ignore her. Even after all she's done to hurt me, I can't help but love her so much," he confessed, his voice cracking at the end. It sent an uncomfortable jolt in Angelina's stomach.

"She's a bitch," Angelina scoffed. Enzo looked taken back. "She's a user, and a whore, and she wants to have the both of you to herself. This is what she wants—she knows you can't resist her. She knows that she's the only girl you have in your life, and she will continue to use that to her advantage until she destroys you. Then, she'll go running back to Damon—the father of her child—and you'll be miserable. Broken beyond repair."

"Angelina, you don't know our relationship," Enzo stated, defending Bonnie from those hate filled words. Bonnie surely had hurt him beyond repair, but it didn't sit well with him to hear those words being spoken about her.

"I know enough!" she argued. "I know that you deserve so much better than that. Than her."

"Ang—

"Maybe you just need a distraction," Angelina whispered. She had an edge to her tone that had shifted automatically from her previous tenor, revealing a side to her that Enzo was yet to fully see.

"A distraction?" he whispered back, slight nervousness to his tone. She looked him up and down slowly as she leaned into him more.

"A distraction," she confirmed, her voice barely audible—but he surely heard her. She slowly brushed her lips against his, noticing how his body tensed up at the slight contact. Smirking internally, she engulfed his lips into a slippery kiss, listening with satisfaction as their lips smacked against one another. She moaned softly into the kiss, reaching down to brush her fingertips against his bare biceps.

His body was on fire. He could feel himself falling deeper and deeper into her with every wet kiss; every slight tug at his bottom lip. He needed to feel more of this; he needed to feel more of her.

He slowly pinned her on her back, hovering above her. He looked down at her, smirking at the seductive grin that played at her flushed face. He wasted no time in capturing her lips once again, this time heating the kiss up with much more fervor. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in the taste of her lips, forgetting—if only for a while—about Bonnie.

As their tongues danced around each other, he felt her reach down, cupping the bulge in his pants. He pressed himself into her even more, rotating his hips slowly into her palm.

"I want to feel what else that tongue can do," she purred into the kiss. His pants tightened even more at his words, and suddenly, he was eager to show her.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he growled back at her as he lowered himself to her waist.

Author's Note: Woahhh dere. Angelina is plotting big time. What did ya'll think? Let me know in a review! Love you guys!
P.S: Expect an update next week!