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Chapter Five
"A pretty woman like you shouldn't be sitting alone, love." He drawled as he dropped in the chair next to her.
Her face was behind the recent James Rollins thriller but he was certain she was far from reading. If anything, she must be clenching her teeth hard in frustration.
The woman who led you a merry tune was worth pursuing in his opinion and especially a woman like her. An Aphrodite among ordinary humans.
Elijah Mikaelson's beach beauty was still silent as stone but it was no issue. He would wear her down.
"You can't be mute, not after branding me pervert yesterday." He tried again.
She snapped her book shut with enough force to crack its spine. The red staining her cheeks wasn't blush and fire in her eyes was anything but arousal.
"Why are you harassing me?" she fumed.
"Trying to talk to a beautiful woman isn't harassment." He drawled silkily.
"It is if the said woman is uninterested." She retorted.
"Touché. But you are far too intriguing to be left alone."
A small smile curved her lips at his constant persistent. She knew he wasn't going anywhere until and unless she agreed to talk to him and who knew, it could be fun.
"So you always start like this with beautiful woman, your highness?"
"No, usually I have them carted off my personal space by truckloads and call me Elijah."
"Quite popular with ladies aren't you?" she asked.
"Do you count yourself in that list?" he enquired back, mirth dancing madly in those treacherous eyes.
She laughed and it was a beautiful sound. It was like revelation, the ringing of church bells, and the offer of redemption.
He shook his head to clear out the weird thoughts. What was happening to him?
She was getting up and he was a bit confused.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to meet some people today." She replied apologetically.
"So when will we meet again?"
"Let's leave that on fate and chances, Elijah. Till we meet again, your highness." She bent and her lips grazed his cheek lightly and then she was walking away.
"At least tell me your name?" he shouted after her.
"Elena." She briefly turned to answer and then she was gone, leaving him dazed and aroused, without even trying.
Damon Salvatore was tired after his hour's long flight. It made no difference even when you owned the plane. This trip to America was the necessary evil he had to endure otherwise his kid brother Stefan would have thrown a huge fit.
The emptiness of his room made him want to pick up the tumbler of whiskey sitting innocently on his bed side table.
America always was a bitter sweet experience. Here he could feel himself close to her and yet that closeness was too much to handle, too much to bear.
His phone vibrated to signal the oncoming call.
He briefly glanced only to be surprised. Why was Elijah calling him? Had the other man missed him so much? The last thought was hilariously ironic.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, your highness?" after all this was the man who had taught him the etiquettes of debauchery.
"Damon, still the sarcastic son of bitch I know."
"Are you feeling okay? 'Cause I feel you have suffered a head injury by the pleasant cascading tones of your talk."
"Bastard. Just wanted to inquire after the degenerate duke's health." The nickname still left the taste of acid in his mouth and yet he had learned to tolerate it, even relish it.
"What's gonna happen to me?" he paused, "What about you? Still banging your kid brother's wife?" he added as an afterthought.
"Nah. Got bored, so ditched her. Where are you?" Elijah Mikaelson was even more depraved than he was, beneath the mask of politeness and those impeccable royal manners of his.
"In my suite at Waldorf Astoria in New York. Why?"
"Call it a coincidence then, I am at Astoria too. Care for a drink?"
It was better to be in Elijah Mikaelson's company right now than being alone.
"I will be down in couple of minutes."
With his mind made, he exited his room and walked towards the lift when the scent assailed him, the same familiar scent that he associated with everything good that once had happened in his life.
He turned to look back in the corridor and stopped.
Destiny couldn't be this merciful to him and cruel to her, could she?
She was inserting her key card, humming to herself; a soft smile lighted her face.
"Elena." She froze as a scared rabbit when she heard her name, her eyes unwittingly finding his and the heartbreak spilled in form of tears as she stood rooted, looking at the ghost of a man who had materialized back in her life with vengeance.
Elijah Mikaelson was seething silently. He had been waiting for more than two hours and yet Damon hadn't shown his face.
One thing that Elijah Mikaelson hated more than his mother was being late and there was no one who got on his nerves for being late than Grand Duke of Luxembourg. Where was the bloody bastard?
His mind wandered again to his beauty of beach, 'Elena'. If she thought he was going to leave their next meeting on the fickle whims of fate, then she was wrong. He would wine and dine her tomorrow and hopefully she would be in his bed by tomorrow night if he had his way.
The burn of whiskey no longer registered in his throat. It was long practiced talent. One he had acquired by drinking himself to stupor for most days of his teen years.
His phone rang which irritated him to no end. If it was Alexia, he was hanging up straight.
But the familiar number of his Prague palace made him pick up the call. It could be anyone, from his sister-in-law Caroline to his brother Nicklaus but the voice on the other end wasn't the cultured English accented voice of his royal brother.
"I am pregnant, Elijah." And the world as he knew it tilted and cashed on its axis...
Evil of me, I know. Sometimes you have to do evil things for the grand good of things. So, drop a review and let me know what you think of this chapter and story so far. Stay tuned for the next chapter of 'The Ugly Truth'
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-Eos