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Chapter Three
Well the word on the streets ladies and gentlemen is that His Royal Highness Elijah Mikaelson is going to be in U.S.A soon after the wedding of his baby brother, the playboy Kol with the beauty who tamed that said playboy, Miss Bonnie Bennett. So is prince Mikaelson wilder than his baby bro or is he a domesticated man? Who is the new ladylove of his life? All this and much much more coming up in 'The Ugly Truth' on Diablo 99.9 FM, it's hot in hell. I am Elena Gilbert and for your pleasure, its Ellie Goulding with her new hit single, Love me like you do. Enjoy.
Elena Gilbert removed her headphones and a sigh escaped her lips. Night after lonely night she pretended to be this tough woman who critically analyzed the romance, relationships and love, in turn giving advice to people but nobody knew or even came close to guessing that what Elena Gilbert in reality was a fraud. She was a charlatan who humiliated, made fun of people just because they were lucky enough to fall in love with someone which she wasn't. Afraid, scared to trust someone after her horrible dejection, Elena Gilbert hid behind the persona she had created on air.
Like every women her heart too desired a man who thought world started and ended with her. A man who wasn't perfect or rich, just a man who loved her enough, for whom she wasn't a mistress or bedding partner of convenience but a woman whose happiness mattered to him.
How pathetic she was, pretending to be jaded and cynical so that nobody knew that beneath the facade of Elena Gilbert existed another Elena who was a scared little girl hoping mummy and daddy could save her from pain of heartbreak.
Her shift was coming to an end and then all that would be left would be an aching expanse of silence and his memories that would burn with haunting intensity inside her.
Well, well, well this was starting to look a lot more fun than he had anticipated. His visit to U.S was supposed to be all business but now after he had heard his name in Elena Gilbert's voice that was going to change. He would find Elena Gilbert, he was certain of this. If money could find a needle in haystack, how hard was it going to search a popular RJ?
Prince Mikaelson looked outside the flat expanse of glass to the distant twinkling lights of Eiffel Tower as his current bed companion shifted beneath the sheets. She as a looker all right but she wasn't what you would call trustworthy. Her body gleamed the color of warm coffee under muted lights and her eyes were smoky in invitation.
"Come on Elijah, you aren't starting to grow a conscience now, are you?"
"Do you really think that is gonna happen sweetheart? Conscience and me?" he mocked.
"Then let's not waste this night shall we? Tomorrow I have to go for my gown fitting and after that I don't think we are going to get any free moment with all that wedding bustle." She pouted.
"Whatever you say sweetheart. After all who am I to deny a beautiful woman?" he smirked as he climbed on the top.
"Do you think he suspects?" she asked as he was peppering kisses down her abdomen.
"What do you think? He isn't the one to share. If he had even slightest inkling about what we were up to he would have dumped you quicker than you could say Kol, instead he went out, bought a ring and got down on one knee for you. You know it's quite amusing, world calls him the player Duke but they don't know the English rose he is marrying is quite good at playing with his feelings. So I don't think you are in any danger of being cheated from your royal wedding."
"And doesn't it bother you? Being with me? Fucking me when just after fortnight I would be his wife? After all he is your brother Elijah." She looked thoughtful.
"So what do you want me to say? That I am sorry and we should stop right now when you know you don't wanna? Come on Bon Bon." He scoffed, "do you think I care?"
"No I know you don't." she stated simply.
God in heavens she really tasted sweet, he thought as he licked her pussy and she moaned 'Elijah' or maybe it was because she was his brother's woman and the thrill made it worthwhile. Whatever the reasons were Miss Bonnie Bennett was hell of a fuck.
Damon Salvatore, grand duke of Luxembourg was a drunk. He wasn't a happy or cheerful drunk, no sir he was downright nasty with a capital Y. He was notorious for his den of debauchery and vices among circle of royals. The invitation to his private parties was equally coveted and dreaded. Nobody wanted to make an enemy out of the man who was as efficient a ruler as he was adept at holding grudges. Right now the said man was sitting on his window pensively looking at the moon and thinking about all that could have been.
He wasn't a repentant or gods forbid a man who felt guilt but recently a face had started to haunt him again. An innocent face with eyes that were naivety personified lips that had tasted of nectar and skin that had felt like heaven. A face that had never belonged to this degenerate circle of royals and yet had been his one solace.
Damon Salvatore was a sinner of first degree and he knew what his gravest sin was. It was something that could never be forgiven, something for which there was no apology and no repentance, something for which there was only punishment. Eternal, everlasting torture.
"Damon, are you coming back? What are you doing out there? Is night far lovelier than me?" she asked as her hands snaked across his chest from behind.
Her touch was repulsive, her words wrong but still he let her stroke him. She was better than nothing. This disillusionment of something was better than nothing.
"Nothing is lovelier than you Amara. Nothing in the world." And the lie was not as hard to utter as it once had been, the sting of sin sharper than it had ever been before...
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