A/N: Sorry for taking a while to update but classes just started so writing had to get postponed until I got in the groove of my schedule. So Lush got her groove back and updates should return to normal, never again do I want to wait a month to update because you guys don't deserve that- at least without warning first. And just like the wait, (sorry if there's any mistakes) this chapter is super long. Well here's the latest, Enjoy.

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Chapter 6: The Country Club

Bonnie slowly blinked opened her eyes, allowing them to get use to the shining light radiating through the tall french doors. After lying awake for nearly an hour last night she had finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep. She turned her head to the side only to find an empty space beside her. A unpleasant sensation intercepted, causing her to behold the locality of discomfort. A quick memory of last night flashed through her mind once she saw the redness around her sore carpus. Bonnie understood it was late but she felt he didn't need to grab her in a semi forceful way to get his point across.

She lifted herself from the soft textured silk sheets, though reluctantly. Again her eyes roamed around the large room still finding it vacant of a certain dark-haired man. Bonnie brushed her hand through untidy chocolate locks doing her very prime to tame them. To the best of her ability, she pulled the sheets back in an attempt to make up the bed. Afterwards she slipped on her sandals, grabbed her bag and checked her cell phone which happened to be dead. Making sure all her things were in her shoulder bag, Bonnie stepped over to the doors to let herself out.

It was quiet, a bit to quiet as she peered down the long hall. Slowly closing the doors behind her, Bonnie made her way towards the grand staircase, hoping to avoid contact with anyone. As soon as she stepped down, Damon came into view at the bottom of the staircase.

Bonnie continued down the steps at moderate pace until she reached the bottom as well.

"Bonnie, I was just coming to check on you. Are you leaving already?"

Immediately, her muddy green eyes wandered over his appearance. Clad in a grey Ralph Lauren V-neck polo sweater and dark blue jeans, Damon crossed his brawny arms over one another as he awaited her answer.

In her mind she wasn't going to let him intimidate her into staying - not like last night. "Yeah, I really have to get home." Bonnie explained.

Instead of stopping her or offering her breakfast, he simply nodded. "Come on, I'll walk you out."

"Okay." She smiled faintly and followed him towards the door.

The pair walked side by side around the circular driveway to reach Bonnie's Prius.

"Do you always talk in your sleep?"

Bonnie craned her neck up and to the side to look at Damon. "Uhm, I wouldn't know... if I'm sleep." She avoided the urge to laugh while Damon just pursed his lips together as he thought about it.

"Well you do... very vocal."

"I didn't embarrass myself did I?" Bonnie tried her best to remember her dream from last night but it was blank.

"Hm, you and I probably have very diverse meanings of embarrass."

They stopped once they reached her vehicle. "Yeah, you're probably right..." Bonnie reached inside her purse for her keys. "Well thanks again."

"Mhm." Damon watched as she disappeared into her vehicle. He turned away and started for his home. Once inside, he headed into the kitchen to pour himself a morning drink. For the first time in his life, he had slept in a bed with a woman he had no sexual relations with and it actually felt kind of nice, foreign but pleasant.

...

Bonnie put the key into the ignition but before she could turn it, she looked up just in time to see Stefan getting out of a cab and paying the driver for his services.

"Shit." She muttered to herself. This couldn't look good from his point of view, he'd probably think she was doing the drive of shame.

Stefan recognized the silver Prius immediately and the young woman sitting in it. A part of him already knew what was happening, and for that reason he brooded. But he simply waved at her and continued his way to the Salvatore estate.

Bonnie lowered her eyebrows in confusion because usually Stefan is a bit more vocal than hand gestures. Though the look on his face said otherwise and she had a small idea as to why.

...

Stefan shut the door and went to the first place he always goes when he comes to his second home. The kitchen, where he found his older brother engaging in an intimate session with a glass of sure to be bourbon.

"Ahh, if it isn't good ol' St. Stefan." Damon smirked at the youngest Salvatore, noticing he looked bothered. "Brooding again? What's got your forehead in a twist?"

"What was Bonnie doing here?" Stefan asked, clearly not amused by his brother's smart comments.

A chuckle escaped his lips, and only stopped once he saw the seriousness emanating from Stefan. Damon hardened his face as he took another sip of his drink. "Isn't is obvious..."

Stefan tilted his head now stepping into the kitchen, curious of what Damon meant.

"She wants the 'D' Stefan." Damon said with obviousity .

Beyond annoyed, Stefan just shook his head in disapproval. "I asked you just stay away from her and ye-"

Damon was quickly angered by Stefan's accusations. "Why? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not good enough?" He snorted. " Well you can just kiss my Italian ass. What the hell do you know about her anyway? Hmm?" A few seconds of silence went by before he continued. "Come on.. anything? Birthday, age, favorite color?"

Stefan stood there quietly because he really knew nothing about Bonnie, and he was so quick to jump on Damon's back without any self proclamation. So he licked at his dry lips and let out a deep breath in frustration.

"Exactly, so do me favor and mind your own damn business... Oh and by the way, she came here not the other way around." Damon made no attempt to mask the infuriating look on his face.

"Look, I just don't want this to go bad. Bonnie shouldn't be around all this. I don't know her that well but I know she's way too young for you. And besides father would..."

Damon looked in the same direction Stefan did when he trailed off with his sentence.

"Lucy, good morning." Stefan smiled at his beautiful step-mother in appreciation.

Damon stepped back over to his decanter to pour himself another drink.

...

Again Bonnie attempted to start the car but to no avail did it give in.

"No, no please don't do this to me." She groaned, giving the key another turn. How could her car not start? All the lights were off and Mason had checked the engine only a few days ago. With her phone being dead, calling a cab wouldn't work so she had no other choice but to return to the manor.

...

"That's amazing Stefan. A 4.0 average already, your father is going to be so proud of you." Lucy, glanced over to a silent Damon who had his back turned against them. "Guess you'll be taking over the business once your father retires."

Damon chose that moment to finally make his presence known. "Is that so? I thought you were going into the architecture biz."

Stefan uncomfortably looked to Lucy, "I haven't had the chance to tell my father yet... I won't be going into the business."

Lucy opened her mouth to say how much it would hurt their father but closed it. "Oh, I see." She knew Giuseppe wouldn't be happy to hear about this. He had tried so hard to get Damon invested in the company but learned that his eldest son had no such interest. With his first-born out of the question, Stefan was his only other choice to keep his business family owned. "Well, that's alright. I'm sure he'll understand."

Ding Dong!

"I'll get it." Lucy quickly excused herself, leaving the two boys to a unnatural silence.

"You didn't have to say anything." Stefan complained.

"Didn't but did."

"Damon!"

He sat his unfinished glass of bourbon on the island and wheeled his eyes as he followed the high-pitched scream of his name. Though it wouldn't be the first time. Damon entered the foyer, approaching Lucy as she stood in front of the opened door.

"Bonnie?"

"My car won't start and my phone is dead." She said, her eyes settling on Stefan who came in behind Damon.

"Come in."

...

"So, what. You're still mad at me?" Hayley asked, setting her most innocent looking face in place.

Shane leaned his head up from against the pillows. "Of course not. But since you decided to bring Bonnie into this, you better make sure she keeps that pretty little mouth of hers shut or I will."

Hayley frowned at the notion of what Shane was implying. Silently she watched him emerge from the bed to proceed the sound of the shower seconds later.

...

Mason looked into the hood of Bonnie's car to give the engine a check.

"You don't think the battery is dead?" She asked from her spot next to Damon.

"Nope... battery is fine. It sounds like the belt with the way it starts. And it's been sitting here all night?" He asked, wiggling his brows suggestively at the pair.

Damon nearly sneered at Mason for acting so precocious around her. " Yeah, so what?"

Bonnie resisted the urge to say they didn't sleep together but just stayed the night together. So instead she chose to go the same route as Damon. "Does that have something to do with it?"

Mason caught onto to look he was being shot by the Salvatore and decided to leave it alone for now. "Not really." He continued to twist a few things, until he finally found the source of the problem. "Bonnie, you didn't take your car to another shop did you?" He asked playfully, but accusingly all at the same time.

"No, it's been fine ever since you worked your magic on it." She grinned, then nodded to the car. "Why what's wrong?"

"The engine belt's cut. It wouldn't be uncommon for a rat or something to try and chew itself out but this.. way to blunt." Mason scratched at his curly dark locks as he went around to his truck.

"That's weird." Bonnie voiced.

Damon on the other hand started to really give it deep thought until the familiar voice knocked him off his thought process.

"So, is everything okay?" Lucy asked.

"The belt somehow got cut." Bonnie explained.

Mason came back over to the group with disappointing look on his face. "Want the bad news, or the really really bad news?"

"Just give it too me in order."

"Well I'm going to have to take the car back to the shop, and order the part but... it could take a few days."

Bonnie groaned at the sound of the horrible news which was sure to be a set back. How was she going to get to school and work. And again, just when she thinks her luck can't get any worse it does. "What's a few days."

"Not including the weekend... lookin' at about three days max."

"How are you going to get to work and school?" Damon asked Bonnie personally.

She shook her head momentarily. "I don't know bus, taxi. I'll manage."

Damon raised his finger, "Or you can let me take you." And again he had no idea was he was continuously coming to her aid. He did think it was odd how her car just automatically discombobulated itself. Vivid cyan hues engaged in a keen stare down with the petite woman standing in front of him.

Both Lucy and Mason exchanged 'is he really offering to be a chauffeur' looks.

"No, no. You've done enough for me already. I'll be fine."

"Bonnie, why is it so hard for you to just accept help?" He asked in a way that made it seem like she had a problem.

Why was it so hard for her? After leaving her father the way she did, that way of thinking was sort of embedded into her mind. She never called her father for money or anything else because as far as she was concerned he cut her completely after deciding to leave for California against his wishes. And being independent just worked better for her, but no one ever really just offered help without wanting something in return. Which in fact did make her start to feel a bit weary of Damon helping her out so much. He didn't ask for anything in return though he could be expecting sex privily or something else but Bonnie didn't really have anything he'd want. Couldn't just be sex, because surely he could have some bona fide super model in his bed within a snap of his fingers.

"I don't." She defended herself. Bonnie glanced at both Mason and Lucy who tried to look like they weren't listening in on the conversation. "I just don't want to inconvenience you."

"If it were an inconvenience don't you think I wouldn't have offered?"

"Yeah, well..." Bonnie nodded in realization and decided to not fight him on the matter, especially not with the two busy bodies standing near. "Alright. I guess you can start by taking me home."

Lucy stepped in beside Damon as she placed a hand on her hip. "What about family day?"

Damon nearly rolled his eyes but caught them just in time, and then smiled victoriously. This what just the absolve he was looking for to get out of the frightful family get together. "Well, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world...but duty calls." He made sure to exaggerate just how sad he would be.

"Hmm" Lucy rubbed a hand to her baby smooth chin and Damon looked her accusingly, definitely not liking the look she was giving off. "I got it. Why doesn't Bonnie just join us and you can take her home after. That way we all have a good time and your father's day isn't ruined. What do you say Bonnie? A little fun in the sun."

Bonnie glanced over to Damon who had his mouth partly open appearing to say something but she quickly chimed in. "I can't, I haven't even showered or changed."

"Oh, don't worry. I got it covered." Lucy assured her excitedly.

Eyes traveled over to the front of the mansion. Bonnie watched Stefan and another dark-haired man come out of the front door. Giuseppe glanced over to what seemed to be a rendezvous spot of some sorts as his eyes settled onto the caramel beauty. He placed his Dolce & Gabbana pure gold aviators shades on, now turning to Stefan to exchange words. His son nodded and looked over to the group as well. The driver opened the door of the black Rolls Royce Phantom, while both men disappeared inside. There was no doubt that he was Damon's father. Because just by Giuseppe looking at her with those cold blue eyes reminded her of him. Both of which intimidated and intrigued her all at the same time.

"Damon, be a dear and let your father know we'll be a bit late." Lucy tugged on Bonnie's arm and began tugging her towards the mansion. "Bye Mason!"

Bonnie silently worded 'sorry' to Damon as she was practically dragged back to the mansion.

Mason waved but realized it was of no use because they were more than halfway there. He continued to hook Bonnie's Prius up to the truck to be towed back to the garage.

"Mas.. you said it was cut right, like with a blade?" Damon asked suspiciously, cutting his eyes from the women to Mason.

"Probably scissors. Anything else and it would be a bit jagged but it's not." He explained from the back of the car, walking closer with the cable in tow.

"How hard would it be to get into the hood."

"Like this." He easily pushed down on the firm top and lifted it with no qualms.

"That easy huh?"

Mason grinned, showing a mouth full of his pearly whites. "Yeah, well know you see why I'm not a big fan of these things. Easily broken into. Low mileage rate. Why, you think somebody did it on purpose?"

Damon casually waved it off, though in the back of his mind something about this screamed Katherine.

"Nope..."

...

When Lucy finished up with Bonnie, she galloped down the stairs to find Damon staring down a piece of paper. She noticed her red Versace bag laying on the counter top. Sonically she stepped in further and cleared her throat. "What do you think you're doing... Going through my things."

Damon slowly let his eyes drift heavenward, a sly smirk planted across the length of his lips. "So this is why you're back..." The paper was tossed on the counter next to her red bag while he took the time to step closer to his step-mother. "You're carrying a gold mine."

Lucy shook her head. "It isn't like that." Briskly she went over to snatch the paper away but Damon gripped her wrist and pulled her away from the counter.

"He doesn't know does he."

Impatiently Damon held on tighter, now tilting his head to the side all the while Lucy remained quiet. "Tell him." The finality in his voice almost scared her, yet she knew Damon would never think to harm her. Though at the same time it pissed her off because he would dare to grab her. If Giuseppe had seen such a thing, Damon would be on his ass faster than he could have one those Victoria Secret models in his bed.

Bonnie again found herself descending the steps. Clad in an Alexander Wang white scuba skater dress, worth two thousand two hundred and fifty dollars and a pair Christian Louboutin's equally the same. That alone was probably worth more than her entire wardrobe. But Lucy insisted she wear it because it was about two sizes two small and Lucy had never worn it before. She took a nice nimble hot shower that help a lot with the pain of her wrist due to last night. And Lucy had helped with hair since the messy bed head look wasn't going to work out so well with the overall look. Once down the steps, Bonnie followed the sound of voices until she reached the kitchen. Instantly finding the scene before her quite awkward and obviously making her uncomfortable. Even for a step-mother, she couldn't understand why Damon was grabbing Lucy the way he was.

"Don't ever put your hands on me again. Or your father's gonna' here about it." With that, Lucy quickly snatched her arm away and looked up just in time to see Bonnie standing there.

Damon followed in the same direction, the foul mood urgently departing back to whatever corner of his brain it crawled out from. He couldn't deny that whatever designer dress Lucy had dressed her in definitely did wonders to her assets. Her once messy bed hair were transformed into beautiful tresses of soft dark brown hair. And the freshness of her face vibed a very innocent yet sexy appearance all at once.

His dick stirred in his pants as the inappropriate sexual thoughts swarmed his head. Luckily when Lucy began to speak, it was enough to distract him from the growing desire originating from his trousers.

"You look beautiful Bonnie." Lucy grinned and complimented the wonderful sight she helped provide.

"Thank you."

"Well, let's get going. You know Giuseppe hates to be kept waiting."

"We'll meet you there." Damon announced, still piercing Bonnie though partially lust clouded eyes.

Lucy turned to Damon who still kept an intense eye on Bonnie, under the circumstances of moments ago she decided to leave it be. It only took a few seconds for her to shrug uncaringly, grab the paper and handbag without interruption. Bonnie however, wanted to oblige, but the way Damon gazed at her caused her to keep her mouth closed.

"Okay, see you guys there." Lucy went over to kiss Bonnie's cheeks formally and made her way out of the mansion, leaving the two of them alone in silence.

"Ms. Bennett, you look ravishing." And he meant it in every sense of the word.

Something about the way he complimented her persuaded her cheeks to warm in want. Or the way his blazing eyes set aflame her body. The goosebumps evaded her skin like a team of archers setting loose their arrows simultaneously. However the only way to bring her body back under control was to avoid the explicit stare Damon bestowed upon her.

"Thank you, Mr. Salvatore."

...

The valet politely opened the door for Bonnie, while Damon handled his own. The young man walked briskly to the other side where he was tipped and set off with the keys to park Damon's whip. Joining his lovely companion, he held up an arm which she gladly hooked her own around. It took her a few minutes to admire the beautiful sight the country club had to offer. Tall palm trees accompanied by the lush green lawn all gleaming perfectly on the warm breezy afternoon. Damon who pulled his shades off, stopped as they neared a particularly handsome blonde haired man.

"Ah, Damon. I was wondering when you were going to make your grand entrance...It looks like you haven't disappointed." The man curled his blood stained red lips together until he notice the attractive young woman next to him. "And who is this fine young woman?"

Damon smiled briefly before looking to Bonnie. "Klaus, this is a friend of mine Bonnie Bennett."

"Klaus Mikaelson , and it is a pleasure to meet you, love." His english accent didn't go unnoticed which Bonnie took note of. Klaus quickly chimed in and took her hand, he winked as he placed a tender kiss against the soft flesh of her skin.

"Likewise." Slowly, she retracted her hand back to her side and avoided stares from both men.

"I thought I smelt something."

All eyes turned in the direction of the voice that the unguarded comment came from.

"Conor, didn't know you'd be here." Klaus scratched at his curly locks and looked into the sun evadingly.

Bonnie immediately remembered the friendly face of the man from a few days ago at Mason's garage. Yet the look on his face was all but friendly.

Damon subconsciously gripped Bonnie's arm though did so unobvious to anyone beside she. "What the hell are you doing here. Shouldn't you be doing tune-ups."

Conor rolled his head and smirked at the smart mouth Salvatore. His beady eyes settled on Bonnie but only for a second before he returned to his plan of attack. "Y'know Damon. I just don't get it. How can someone be both a dick and an asshole at the same time..." He paused, taking a nother step closer to finish up his remark. "You make it look so easy."

With Damon holding her, not as forceful as the previous night, the way his whole demeanor changed and the comment coming from Conor was enough to tell her that both men weren't on the same terms. And it would probably explain why Conor had nothing nice to say about him at the garage either.

"Hm." Damon put a finger to his lips and begin tapping as if he were deep in transition. "Did you ask your wife?"

"Alright, shall I suggest a drink. Damon I'm sure Giuseppe is looking for you." Klaus did his best to defuse the situation that was sure to blow up any minute now. Not to mention how uncomfortable Bonnie must feel at this point.

"How is Emily anyway? Haven't seen her in weeks" Damon asked, unceremoniously, completely ignoring Klaus' easy gesture.

Again the bald-headed man shook his head, he could feel the anger on the verge of detonating. "Even things that are claimed still aren't safe around you. Sleeping with happily married women" Conor had found out not to long ago that his beloved wife had an affair with the Salvatore. Their marriage was already on rocks, he sleeping in the guest room, she the master. But one night he noticed something different, Emily had changed. Instead of her usually impiety behavior, she was lifted, airy, happy and what had been absent for weeks - her radiant smile had returned, So he questioned her... those words from that night still echoed throughout his mind day in and day out.

"Emily"

She had been cooking all afternoon and even he found this odd when they had both been eating separately for a while., mostly take out. All day Conor sensed the capricious attitude his wife displayed. The way she waltzed around the house, her hips swaying from side to side. Or maybe it was the short black dress she decided to wear for work that displayed more skin then he had seen when they had sex; the non-existent one they had. But everything called out to him - something was up.

And there she stood in front of the stove humming an old tune her mother would sing when she was little. Being so wrapped up in her own world, her husband's call had gone unnoticed.

"Emily." This time her name reached her, almost startling her as she turned to look at him angrily staring from the entrance.

"What's wrong Conor?''

"What's wrong? You tell me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." And with that she went back to stirring her mashed potatoes and humming.

In his furious state Conor quickly went over and snatched her wrist, effectively pulling her in his wake.

"Let go."

"What's gotten into you ... you haven't made a home cooked meal in I don't know how long."

"I said let go!" Emily frantically tried to get her wrist free of the painful grip being inflicted.

"Answer me!"

"Alright you wanna' know what's gotten into me, Damon's dick that's what" She spat bitterly, hoping that it would hit him right where it hurts for grabbing her.

Conor released her, punched a hole in the wall and angrily fled their home.

"She came to me, all sad and lonely." The look on his face resembled that of sincerity in the only way he could. "I gave her what she wanted, what you couldn't." By this point Damon had released Bonnie and took a steady step closer, nearly sealing the distance between the two.

Bonnie having nowhere else to look, locked gazes with Klaus who had the similar incommodious expression on his face.

"Yeah, just like Katherine gave you what you wanted. Oh wait.. that's right, she didn't give that to you did she. It's a shame how some things are terminated." Conor smiled victoriously because he knew he had gained the upper hand on the battle. After a late night at the bar, a loaded Mason started to share a bin full of secrets - including how he slept with one of his girlfriends mom.

Klaus had already heard the story behind Katherine and her departure from Damon himself, so when he heard Conor's decoded message, he knew things were just going to get worse. They were close friends and have been for a while, he could say the one thing that was completely off-limits. He remembered that night clearly, Damon had been missing for two days. Luckily Klaus found him and a half empty bottle of Jack at one of their secluded spots on the beach that only they knew about. Damon told him the dreaded awful of how Katherine aborted their unborn child and left him. It was the only time he had ever saw him bawling his eyes out. Not having any idea as to what he was experiencing, Klaus only did his best to comfort his friend. They never spoke of that night again, even when he tried to suggest counseling for Damon, he always snapped.

Damon could feel his heart sink all over again. It was bad enough Katherine was back, now this jerk had the decency to use something so low. He felt sick to his stomach, nauseated and above all livid. But he knew all to well that the Country Club was the worst place to make a scene. So instead he settled with something a little bit more his style.

Bonnie stood behind Damon who faced Conor, so she was half restricted to the full on conversation. However, she did just so happen to catch Damon's last statement clearly before all hell broke loose.

"You wanna know why I fucked Emily? I fucked her because she begged me too, like a little puppy... begging on her hands and knees..." Damon licked his rosy lips and narrowed his eyes in bliss. "Mmm, sweet sweet Emily."

Immediately Conor rushed towards Damon only to have his arm bent around his back into a firm hold.

"You fucked with the wrong one." A whispered was directed into Conor's ear before security quickly rushed over and grabbed him to escort him off the premises. The club manager took that time to apologize sincerely for Conor's actions.

Curious eyes watched the scene unfold, glasses were frozen in hands and many mouths were left agape.

"Mr. Salvatore we deeply apologize for this implausible inconvenience. Conor has been escorted off the grounds and his membership has been revoked for 60 days. Do you want to press any further charges?"

"No, I think you have done just enough."

Bonnie couldn't believe what she heard nor what had just happened. Whatever was going on, she knew she wanted no part in.

"Alright Sir, oh and your step-mother Lucy and guests are in the dining hall and your father Giuseppe will join them soon, he is having a drink in the bar with Mr. Mikaelson and Mr. Lockwood for your knowledge."

He nodded and waved off the manager, forgetting to ask him about the 'guests' he was speaking of. Having remembered where and who he was with, Damon turned back to Bonnie and shoved his hands into his pockets. The lost look on her face was enough to make him feel even worse than he did.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that Bonnie."

"It's alright Damon, I'm just glad you're okay." A pseudo smile formed over her heart-shaped mouth, though her comment was completely sincere. Conor was asymmetrically larger than Damon so initially she was a bit nervous that he might get hurt. But her worries were unfounded.

Klaus shook his head indiscriminately at Conor's irrational behavior. If anyone should have jumped the gun it should be Damon. Using a deceased person as leverage to gain the upper hand is completely revolting and just poor in taste. But Damon was not completely innocent, not bringing up his wife might have also eased the conversation as well.

"Well then. Shall we get to our respectable tables. .. I think I'll stop at the bar first." Klaus continued. "Damon, Bonnie."

Once out of sight Damon motioned for Bonnie to follow him to the dining hall. He expected for the Mikaelson's and the Lockwood's to be seated together. So, if by 'guest' he meant the wives, they could hardly be considered as such.

And as anticipated, Lucy was sat on one side of the table next to an unfamiliar figure, Ester Mikaelson , Carol Lockwood on the other and array of empty chairs in between them. Once they stepped over around the table, the unknown person wasn't so unfamiliar.

"Ms. Bennett?" Katherine asked in a somewhat confused tone.

Bonnie looked astounded because her teacher/best friend look-a-like was the last person she was expecting to see.

"Ms. Pierce."

Damon narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the sneaky brunette smiling cunningly.

"You two know each other?"

"Yes, Bonnie is my student down at UCLA." Katherine answered Lucy, trying her hardest not to make any speculation of her arriving with Damon.

Bonnie's chair was pulled out by the Salvatore, therefore she sat with Damon joining her other side.

Introductions.

Lucy took a sip of her red wine, wondering if all of this was just a coincidence. A part of her wish Katherine didn't pop up so unexpectedly. Though the Country Club never denied anyone as long as they were paying. This was suppose to be her own special way of giving Bonnie a comfortable way of meeting Giuseppe. She didn't know what it was about Bonnie that she liked so much , or why she was even shipping them. But Lucy knew that all Damon needed was a genuine woman who was going to give him everything she could.

An apprehended sigh came from Damon who again wanted to strangle Katherine for disobeying him. It annoyed him to no end that she was invited to the 'family' gathering with her nonchalant demeanor. However, he knew all he to do was just spill the beans about what she did and be rid her for good. Why couldn't he just tell? Why?

"What a coincidence. I didn't know you were a student Bonnie, What's your major?" Lucy speculated, planning to keep the attention on Bonne for as long as she could.

"I'm majoring in Film. It's been a passion of mine for quite sometime now."

Katherine kept a lucrative eye on Damon, who sat next to her young beautiful student.

"That's great, I just love passionate people." Ester commented.

"And what class are you taking Katherine for?" Carol asked.

"Photography.'"

Just then a waiter came by the table to pour wine for both the newcomers, and also to refresh the drinks of the other women. As he finished up with Carol the young man excused himself quietly.

Damon tightened his eyes at Katherine who looked away hesitantly. Last night Bonnie told him she received an F on her first assignment which didn't make sense because the photo was prodigious, not to toot his own horn.

"Bonnie, last night... you told me you got an F on your photography assignment right?" He made sure to emphasize the 'last night' part of his statement, which Katherine took note of.

"Yeah, I did."

Lucy looked at Katherine quaintly gauging her peccant facial gesticulation. "Wow, Katherine. An F sounds steep. Why an F?"

Katherine inadvertently rolled his eyes and turned her stare to Bonnie. "Well, as I have explained to Bonnie, the assignment was more creativity based. While the subject was nice, the overall photo just lack in the appropriate field."

Again Bonnie was left feeling the same she did in the class, defeated. So in her chair she remained respectfully quiet.

On the other hand, Damon wasn't buying the shit Katherine was putting out for display. He looked at Bonnie and noticed she looked a bit down. Now he knew, it wasn't her fault she failed. She is an amazing photographer but the jealousy and anger coming from her 'professor' is blinding Katherine from seeing that as well.

Bonnie figured that Katherine would remember Damon being in her photo, so it would seem that they already knew each other. But before she could give it more thought, Stefan joined them at the table.

"Stefan, what's taking Giuseppe so long?"

"Him and Mr. Lockwood are talking about the best business approach." He answered, while settling into his seat next to Katherine. There was a bit of undeniable tension at the table that kept him silent furthermore.

"That sounds like Jimmy." Carol commented after she took a hefty sip of her red wine.

"Damon, go let the men know that we are waiting." Lucy tilted her head towards the entrance, her eyes sending a 'right now' glint.

Leaving her in the shark tank alone probably wasn't the best, but she had Stefan to help cushion the bite. He looked to Bonnie pointedly before scooting his chair out from under the table and making his way towards the entrance.

Katherine viewed her opportunity to own a privy moment with Damon. So in two seconds tops, she held up her phone and stood up from the table. "Excuse me, I have to return an important call."

Lucy nodded and went back to talking to the women about some high-end purse that she got for a reasonable price of three grand. Bonnie sat there placidly, her small hand reaching out for her wine glass. After taking a small sip of the bitterly sweet liquid,Stefan moved from his seat and sat next to her. She smiled politely at the sandy-haired man.

"Enjoying the club?"

"Yes, it's really nice here Stefan."

Stefan tucked his lips together in a faint smile of her otiose tone with him. "We're not strangers... you don't have to be so formal with me."

Not understanding where he was getting at, she cocked a brow perplexingly. "I know, we're acquaintances."

"Acquaintances huh?" Again he smiled, "I suppose, I mean I'm seeing Elena and you're seeing Damon."

"No, no. Me and Damon aren't seeing each other like that. We're just friends."

"Ah, so Damon gets befriended and I get acquainted." If only she knew he wanted to say.

Bonnie patted Stefan's shoulder in reassurance. "Well, once you and I get to know each other better who's to say we can't be close friends."

"Hmm, y'know that could work Bonnie Bennett."

"Hey, can I ask you something? How does Ms. Pierce know all of you, are you guys related?" She asked in confidentiality.

"Ms. Pierce... Oh you mean Katherine." He paused to let out fit of laughter. "God no, that'd make things awkward... She and Damon use to date a few years back. Katherine had to leave for college, probably for the best after she had-" Stefan quickly caught himself from slipping up and revealing his brother's most intimate secret because of Bonnie.

Bonnie swallowed her saliva after Stefan cut his answer short. "Before she had?"

"I'm sorry but I don't think we should be discussing Damon's business."

The obvious cold shoulder she was received suddenly threw her for a loop. "Right..." Bonnie stood up from her seat at the table which gained everyone's attention in the process. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Before she left, Bonnie placed her purse in her chair and quickly made her way from the table.

Stefan watched Bonnie escort herself from the table. He felt bad for turning on her like that but it was needed. .Damon would kill him, or worse, tell his secret if he ever did such a thing.

...

Bonnie began to walk wherever her short legs would take her. All of this was new to her, she had seen movies like this all the time. The rich guy meets the not so rich girl and gets thrown into the mess of his life. As she walked, pieces of the puzzle went in together. If Katherine and Damon dated, and if Bonnie took the photo of Damon, that must have something to do with it. Hell she could have taken a photo of Bobo the fool and passed with flying colors.

Distracted by her thoughts, she was unwittingly collided into someone as she rounded a corner.

"I'm sorry... I wasn't paying attention."

Returning to her sense, she looked to figure out who she bumped into.

"It's alright, neither was I..." The caramel skinned man smiled brightly while taking in Bonnie's appearance. "I'm Luka Jordan."

"Bonnie Bennett."

The two shook hands solidly.

"I've never seen you around, new membership?"

"No, I'm here with a friend." She answered.

"A friend... letting you walk around all by yourself." Luka shook his head disapprovingly. "Some friend."

"No, it isn't like that.. Damon just had to run an errand and I was looking for the restroom."

Immediately hearing she was here with Damon set him off in the wrong direction. He was partially responsible for getting his older rother kicked out of the club for whatever reason it still involved him.

"Damon Salvatore... " She nodded. "Yeah, like I said... some friend."

Bonnie blinked her eyes a couple of time to get the realization of Luka's unfit words.

"Well nice meeting you Bonnie. I gotta' set off to find my brother's wallet since he's been removed from the premise."

With that, the young man set off, leaving Bonnie to understand Luka and Conor were in fact brother's.

...

Damon paced through the patio of the club until he stopped more so realizing someone was following behind him. Turning around slowly revealed no one, but once he turned back there stood Katherine poised in her earthy maxi dress. Not wanting to cause a scene, he pulled Katherine to area outside of the fancy restrooms no one ever used.

He pushed Katherine against the wall and entered her personal boundaries although she wasn't complaining.

"Why are you trying to stir up shit."

"Damon, I don't know what you're talking about." Katherine doe eyes rounded upward as pouted her bottom lip slightly.

"Bullshit" He snarled. "And you know it."

"Look all I want is for things to go back to the way they were." She rubbed her hand sensually around his neck while the pad of her thumb trailed against his jaw line. "You don't know how much I've missed you... I love you Damon, I always will."

He solemnly shook his head at her adoring comments which had no effect on him. "If you love me such then you'll listen to me when I say I want you gone."

"No, see this isn't you. You're letting the anger cloud your true judgment. Deep down you know still love me, you're just angry about what I did and it's understandable. But you need to know, this is my home town to Damon... I'm not leaving it again."

"Okay, you wanna' play hardball right?"

"The only balls I wanna play with are these." Katherine reached down, cupping Damon through his trousers.

He closed his eyes and released a deep breath once his manhood became trapped by Katherine's slender hand. "Get a nice long feel Katherine, because you're never gonna' get this dick again." The sinister smirk on Damon's face was enough to tel her he was being sincere about his words, which caused the grin on her face to curl downward.

And at that exact moment, Bonnie choose to step into the area designated to reach the restrooms. She paused for a moment as her eyes found both of them, Katherine who looked to be preoccupied.

Katherine slowly looked over to find her student standing there, next was Damon who took a step back away from her.

Bonnie tried to smile but it was of no use, so instead she excused herself and continued on to the restroom. "Excuse me."

"Do yourself a favor, leave Bonnie alone." Damon began to walk away. "And stay away."

...

Bonnie washed her hands in the clam shaped sink. The sound of the door alerted her to look up into the mirror where she found Katherine. The brunette hunted over to the vacant sink in an attempt to tidy up her curled locks.

"I hope your paper is coming along nicely."

The running water stopped, Bonnie snatched a paper towel from the sink to dry her damp hands.

"I really hope my grade had nothing to do with Damon... because we're only friends. I have no interest in him romantically."

Katherine smiled whimsically. "Well we already discussed your grade... and as for Damon... it seems that he's made a lot of new fiends while I was gone. But I'm back now."

"Yeah, well enjoy the rest of your evening Ms. Pierce."

"Ciao."

...

Bonnie made it back to the table, luckily for her Damon was nowhere in sight. Swiftly, she grabbed her purse before Lucy could acquire a question.

"Bonnie, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm really not feeling well."

Stefan offered to escort her to the exit but she politely declined his offer. "No thanks, I'll be fine. It was really nice meeting you all."

...

Giuseppe and Damon returned back to the table after leaving the bar because of his awaiting wife. Glancing around, he noticed Bonnie's empty chair. "Where's Bonnie?"

"Oh, she said she wasn't feeling well. Left five minutes ago." Stefan announced. "Not everyone likes the club."

"Ditto." Damon wriggled his eyebrows as he downed the rest of his bourbon. All the while Katherine consumed small sips of her wine, obviously enjoying her time with the Salvatore family.