Hey! I'm so sorry I really couldn't write this year because life was freaking insane but I'm done with school and this is summer so hopefully I'll have time to update as much as I want. I couldn't even watch the show I'm now watching this season and bamon is awesome it made me want to finish this story.
Anyway hope you'll like the update and good reading ;)
"I'm Bonnie Bennett." Bonnie said dryly.
"I can't believe it!" Damon exclaimed grinning, checking her out from top to bottom. "Little Bonnie?" He arched his eyebrow. "Eugene's granddaughter! Of course! Must be the towel…"
"I'm sorry? Wh…"
"Sure it's probably why I didn't recognize you. Let me look at you." Damon didn't let her talk and didn't even bother to pretend that he wasn't checking her out. "Your grandfather always used to show me photos of you. There's a lovely one, you're a few months old, with a huge grin and your butt naked." He continued with a smug face.
"Are you done?" Bonnie asked rather exasperated. That fucking prick!
"I think I am. Now Princess, if you could mop up the puddle, that would be nice." Damon said gesturing towards Bonnie's wet feet before he took off.
She stood still for a handful of seconds, her mouth half opened. She couldn't believe the guy. He was swaggering like he was owning the place, bossing her around like she was his employee. Who did he think he was? Nobody treated her like that. She was a world-famous top model. She was the one that every men wanted and who made women questioning their sexuality. She was Bonnie freaking Bennett for god's sake.
"Hey, here's a mop." Damon came back and threw out of nowhere the soaking wet mop towards Bonnie. "And don't forget the bathroom, you've also managed to mess up the floor there." He added before he disappeared again not letting Bonnie a chance to get a word in edgeways.
'Now where's a good old semi-automatic when you need one' Bonnie thought before she made a promise to herself that next time she'd be the one to talk.
Stefan found Bonnie in her room on all fours moping the floor, all riled up. He watched her, suppressing a laugh, her swearwords would have made Ari Gold, the king of vulgarity, blush.
"Hey Cinderella." Stefan teased her.
"Don't fucking even start." Bonnie warned him. "I swear to god I'm going to fire his motherfucking ass or butcher him. I don't know yet."
"You probably should calm down." Stefan tried to reason with her.
"Don't defend him!" Bonnie snapped.
"Easy there crazy lady!" Stefan defended himself putting his hands up and ahead of him, a smile on his face as a sign of peace. "First of all, I don't even know who the hell you're talking about! Second of all, if your guy is anything like the two lunatics who basically molested me, I'm with you."
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Bonnie asked him in a worried tone.
"Oh come on Bon'! Give me some credit. The hard-ass that I am totally neutralize them."
"L.M.A.O." Bonnie spelled out sarcastically.
"Alright. No more tumblr for you." Stefan spoke to her as if she was some kind of addict. People who used internet slang in real life annoyed the crap out of him.
"So what is it gonna be?" Bonnie asked playfully, ignoring his comment.
"Depends." Stefan shrugged. "If you want to keep this hotel I don't think a crime scene would help the business." He joked.
Suddenly, Bonnie felt overwhelmed. She sighed heavily and went to sit on the edge of the bed. She put her face in her palms and gritted her teeth as hard as she could. That way, maybe she wouldn't cry.
Stefan sat next to her and simply put his left hand on her right shoulder. He would have hold her but he knew that if he did, she would have fell apart and that she wasn't ready for that yet.
"What am I gonna do? This place is a dump."
"I think it has potential." Stefan put things into perspective.
"I can't keep it. There're major renovations to do and the staff is incompetent. What about my career? Jenna would totally freak out." Bonnie said thinking briefly about her agent.
"We'll figure it out. There's always a way. I'll help you." Stefan tried to reassure her.
"I can't stay here. I just can't." Bonnie finally spilled out, shaking frantically her head.
"Bonnie." Stefan said softly.
Stefan looked at her, she maybe seemed to keep an air of composure but as her best friend he knew better. Looking closely into her eyes, he saw that they were crying out for help.
"You know what? This is it!" Stefan started to say. "This is your chance. You hit that crossroad. You can either take the easy way and go back to New York, get on with your life. Or you can take the hard way and finally move on. It's your choice Bon'." Stefan paused. "Your father is gone but all his family lives here. I know it's hard and I think that your grandfather also knew. I think he wanted to help you to reach out to them. So you can be a part of this family again."
"What would I do without you?" Bonnie said before she hugged her best friend.
"Lucky for you I'm here to stay so you'll never know."
"What am I gonna do with that idiotic manager?" Bonnie sighed.
"Well next time, ask for the accounts books. That should shut that smart ass up for a while." Stefan suggested.
"Rytchenkov, you're making my head spin. Calm the fuck down!" Damon demanded as he watched the man walk restlessly up and down on the pontoon. "Ric' do something or I feed him to the sharks." He said dryly, turning towards Alaric.
"We were supposed to be alone!" Rytchenkov exclaimed panicked, with a thick Russian accent.
"We are alone. It's just the owner." Damon stated.
"What if they recognize me?"
"They're models. You would be Zac Efron or Leonardo DiCaprio I'd be worried but…" Damon trailed off. "They only read fashion magazines so I think we're good."
"And you're not stereotyping at all." Alaric said sarcastically.
"I want to leave." Rytchenkov required.
"He wants to leave!" Damon echoed before both Alaric and him burst into laughter.
"I'm serious. I want to leave." Rytchenkov repeated.
"And I want to be a billionaire and marry Natalie Portman but I'm stuck with you and the government pays me peanuts for it." Damon spoke sardonically. "Yeah I know, suck to be me."
"We all have to make sacrifices, right? Besides you only got two days left here before you're back to D.C." Alaric tried to reason with him.
Rytchenkov was a former Petrov henchman from the Bratva a.k.a the Russian mob. He had made a deal with the district attorney to take down Petrov, the man at the head of the organization. Now the Bratva was after him, they wanted to kill him before he gets the chance to testify at the big trial who was going to take place in Washington in three days.
Damon, Rebekah and Alaric were the C.I.A agents who were protecting him.
So? Review please I need a sign that it's not too bad. Do I need to beg? Because I'd do it, I'm pretty desperate.