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I hope you forgive me for taking so long with this story.
I kept changing the flashback scenes,
but I'm finally satisfied with what I've chosen.
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Chapter 3 - Flashback
FLASH BACK - Freshman Year at Yale
The pub right off campus was the go-to place for every student at Yale University. Upperclassmen usually crowded the place, since they served the finest alcohol near campus. Underclassmen were sometimes spotted just to play a round of billiards or grub on some food outside of their Yale cafeteria.
Tonight, Pi Beta Phi and its brother fraternity, Delta Kappa Epsilon, were hosting a charity event to raise money to end hunger in their local community. There was a live band and a cover charge to get into the pub that night. All of the profits raised would be donated to the local community, which encouraged everyone to drink more than usual.
The pub was crawling with Yale students. It was hard just to move around. Drinks were ordered so frequently, the bartenders and servers gave up on carding people. They were scrambling just to get everyone's order and money. Anyone could get a drink easily that night.
Caroline had a few shots and already felt the buzz taking over her, but she wasn't nearly half as drunk as the majority. Wanting another shot, she shoved past people just to reach the bar. One chair was vacant and she got to it as quickly as she could. She recognized the bartender nearest her as Luke Parker. They'd been paired together in her English class.
"Hey, Caroline!" He threw his voice louder than the band and crowd of people swarming around them.
"Hey, Luke! I didn't know you worked here."
"It's my first day, actually."
"What an awful first day!" She exclaimed. This was probably the busiest night of the year at the pub.
"It's fine. There's just been one customer who isn't the most pleasant man I've met." He shook his head, thinking it better not to talk about his customers right in front of them. "What can I get you?"
"Shot of whiskey, please."
"Coming right up."
He reached for the shot glass, but the sound of a bell ringing caught his and Caroline's attention.
Luke made an audible sigh. "I'm so sorry, Caroline. I have to take care of him first." He nodded at the group of guys and girls at the other end of the bar.
The man holding the small silver bell looked vaguely familiar. He had dark blonde hair and dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt with the Delta Kappa Epsilon emblem printed at the center. At first sight, he was handsomely attractive, but then Caroline saw that condescending grin he wore as he watched Luke take orders.
It amused him to see Luke scrambling, trying to make all the drinks they ordered. He rung the bell each time Luke turned his back just to add something to the drink, making Luke's job harder. He even corrected Luke for some orders and barked at him to make some drinks again because it just didn't seem to taste right to him.
Without even thinking twice about it, Caroline got off her seat and went to the man with the bell. People like him irritated her. She knew how hard it was to actually work hard for a living, and to add a complete jerk off who makes the job harder was something she couldn't tolerate. She's dealt with rude customers before, with her previous experience working at the Mystic Falls Grill in her hometown. Tonight was already crazy. Luke certainly shouldn't have to put up with that man's crap.
He spotted the blonde approaching him and smirked at her, thinking she'd make a great addition to his group of girls.
"Stop treating him like he's dirt. He's not your slave!"
Her words took him by surprise. No one dared to speak to him like that. Who was she to use that tone on him? He wanted her thrown out of the place immediately for disrespecting him like that, especially in front of everyone, but he held his smirk. The irritated expression she wore made him confident to assume he was getting under her skin and it amused him.
"Do you not know who I am?" He questioned. Of course his family name was well known through Yale University, but Klaus specifically was infamous on campus.
"This is Klaus of the Mikaelson clan; The King of Delta Kappa Epsilon. Show some respect!" A random man – serving as Klaus' minion – stepped in to defend his master.
The information hit her like a bus. That's why he looked vaguely familiar. She's seen his pictures around school, especially at her sorority house, since they were the brother fraternity. Refusing to give him the upper hand, she remained composed. The whole thing annoyed Caroline more. The fact that he had sycophants worshipping him only leveled him up to be a pompous prick.
"I don't care who the hell you are." She said, boldly. "You have no right to treat anyone like that."
He cocked his head to the side, trying to read her. This was a rare moment for him. He'd been accustomed to men bowing at his feet and women adoring him like a King. With her arms crossed over her chest and that harsh glare, he was somewhat piqued by her insolence.
"Very well." He conceded. He instructed his minions to gather the drinks and they scurried away. The smirk he wore made her squirm, but she masked it and stood firmly. When he finally walked away, she let out the breath she was holding.
As she returned to her seat, Luke thanked her before fetching her drink.
"You got guts." A blonde girl said, joining her at the bar stool next to her. She recognized the girl from her pledge class. "I like that."
She remembered her name being Rebekah, but blanked on the last name. They competed against each other during pledge week, but Caroline stirred away from her, not having the energy to rival against someone in her own sorority once they accepted their bids.
"Thanks."
"I'm surprised he walked away from you. He usually ridicules everyone to humiliating shame if they ever cross him like that. Consider yourself lucky."
"You're not a fan of him either?"
Rebekah shook her head, but cracked a smile that turned into an ironic chuckle. "Klaus is my big brother."
She was about to question it, but remembered her rivalry with the girl. Rebekah carried the same entitled superiority during pledge week that Klaus wore, but she's grown softer since then. Being in a sorority typically did that to women. Aside from all the events and partying that sororities are infamously known for, friendships and sisterhood bond these women together.
"That sucks. I bet it isn't easy having him as a brother."
"You don't know the half of it!"
Rebekah went into a full story about each of her siblings. Despite having competed with the girl not too long ago, Caroline found herself enjoying Rebekah's company. It felt strangely good to talk to someone who shared similar interests, yet were different in many other aspects. They had a lot more in common then either initially guessed.
"Alright, where is she?!" A man exclaimed over the crowd, catching everyone's attention.
He had dark brown hair and was styled like any man having been raised in a prepatory school – groomed, slick hair, and a dashing smile to complement his casual, but preppy clothes. When he spotted Caroline, he grinned as he stalked over to her. The closer he came, the more she saw how young he looked. She had no idea who this man was, but he approached her as if they'd been friends forever.
Taking her by surprise, he put his arm around her shoulder. "So this is the girl who bullied Niklaus!"
"Oh, Kol. Leave Caroline alone! Nik deserved it." Rebekah said to the man, forcing him to peel his arm off Caroline.
It took Caroline a moment to register his name as one of the brother's Rebekah mentioned earlier. He looked nothing like Klaus and Rebekah, with his brunette hair contrasting their blonde strands.
Caroline was about to ask who Niklaus was, but then she assumed it was Klaus' full name. Such a handsome name for a pompous jerk, she thought.
"I'm not defending Niklaus." He claimed. "I just couldn't believe it when I heard it. I wish I was here to witness!"
It seemed Rebekah wasn't alone in sharing some disdain toward their sibling.
"And where were you exactly?" She questioned, eyeing the lipstick stains on his neck and collar.
"Oh, hush up, Bex. The motherly behavior doesn't suit you! Besides, that's no way to speak to your older brother." He chided.
"By ten months and twelve days!" She said, in a whiney tone.
"You two are only ten months apart?" Caroline asked, finally having room to speak in between the sibling's bickering.
"Kol was born on January 25th and I was born on December 7th."
"Never mind that." Kol said. "Let me buy Caroline a drink."
That night was the start of her chapter with the Mikaelsons.
FLASHBACK - First Year at Yale Law School
At Yale Law School, there is one project that defines a person's legacy. First years are partnered with third years and the two are assigned to defend their supervising professor's client case. While Rebekah and Kol were partnered with tremendous third year students, Caroline – to her luck – was partnered with Klaus Mikaelson, the older brother of Rebekah and Kol. She's had brief encounters with Klaus, but it was enough for her to judge that he wasn't worth her time. Rebekah's told Caroline countless stories of Klaus bullying or humiliating someone. She'd already begged her professor to be reassigned, but declined her request and advised her to be grateful to be paired with a Mikaelson legacy.
At their first meeting, Caroline waited forty-five minutes for Klaus to arrive at the library study room. She thought about getting up and leaving, but decided at least she would make the effort if he didn't.
"You're late." She said to him when he pranced in, wearing the smug smirk that seemed to always be plastered on his face.
"Oh, what's the matter? Missed me?" He said, in an arrogant tone as he took the seat opposite of hers. "Remind me your name again."
She felt the bile rising up her throat, as she glared at him for having the audacity to say that. You'd think he would have remembered her from that night at the pub four years ago, but he acted as if it never happened. Not to mention all the time she's spent with not just one – but, two – of his siblings. She's gone over to the Mikaelsons mansion parties, but she couldn't blame him for not acknowledging her presence with all the pathetic girls and douche bag guys that swarmed around him. He was trying to get under her skin, but she refused to give him the satisfaction.
Instead of wasting time yelling at him for his tardiness, she went straight into business. She gave him a briefing of their case and delegated tasks they each should finish before their next meeting. She also gave him her projected timeline, as well as goals and expectations. To say the least, Klaus was impressed to actually stand witness to the acclaimed hard-working organized planner Caroline Forbes. Just as Klaus carried a strong pretentious reputation, Caroline carried a reputation of her own. Everyone knew she was neurotic in her obsessive-compulsive need for organization and control over everything. She worked hard for everything she earned, which was hard for people – who spent their whole lives being given things – to grasp. Too soon, their meeting was over and she started to pack her things.
"The pub is calling our names." He said, getting up from his seat as well.
"Funny. I thought you didn't remember my name." She said, sarcastically.
"Oh, Caroline. Who could forget your pretty face?" Despite his condescending tone, he meant it. He never forgot the first time they met. It was the first – and only – time someone took him down a few notches, that weren't a family member. He usually despised anyone who tested him, but it was strangely attractive when she did it.
She shook her head at his invitation. "As if I'd be caught dead socializing with you."
Through prep school and college, Klaus has never heard anyone reject his company in his entire life, especially not a pretty woman. Her rejection stunned him a bit and put him in an uncomfortable situation.
"Too much for you to handle, love?" He asked, still putting on a charming charade. Girls always fell for this, no matter if they were playing hard to get. It was bait he always left for girls and they always took the bite.
She scoffed. "I know your type."
"My type?" He asked, a little confused by her continued dissuasion. He truly expected her to be in his hands right now lapping at his charming accent, just as all the other girls had, but this girl insisted that she couldn't care less.
She nodded. "You think you're entitled and better than everyone else."
"But that's where you're wrong." He quipped, trying to refocus.
She raised an eyebrow, inviting him to counter her statement.
"You said I think, but I know." He said with the haughtiest smug tone she's ever heard.
She scoffed loudly full of disgust, while rolling her eyes. It was times like these when she didn't understand how Kol and Rebekah were related to him. Of course, she couldn't deny the subtle times when Kol and Rebekah displayed their superiority, but they never boasted it as much as Klaus. Klaus was the pompous one of all the siblings and that infuriated Caroline.
She thought about replying to his comment, but decided he wasn't worth it. She collected her belongings and left the room, not bothering to turn back.
He watched her walk away from him. Her attitude made him tilt his head to the side, curious as to why she happened to be the first woman to reject him. A sly smirk slowly surfaced as he thought how challenging she would be and invited himself to try.
Before their final presentation to the Professor and his associates, the students are given a trial opportunity where the first-year will make a case and the third-year partner will mock the opposition. At the end of the trial, the third-year partner and Professor give the first-year constructive criticism to improve before the final presentation.
Caroline went into the classroom, believing she had an "A" worthy presentation. Her points were well researched and she spent countless hours working on her thesis. But, her partner thought differently. Klaus shut down every point she brought up. There were some points he dismissed so quickly after she uttered less than a sentence. He locked her in a corner with nowhere to escape the grave he was digging for her. While Klaus and the Professor rambled on their criticism, she casted her eyes to the podium and jotted notes for improvement. It also made it easier to disguise her embarrassment.
"Per the argument earlier, Miss Forbes aims towards shallow alternatives, failing to see the big picture of the argument. Although interesting ideas to defend the case, they lacked depth and there were noticeable potholes in each one. As such, Miss Forbes lacks the competency to take on the case as of now." Klaus finished.
The Professor dismissed the class shortly after. Klaus stayed a little longer after class, to talk to the Professor. Caroline waited for him outside the door, intent on yelling at him.
"What the hell was that?!" She demanded as soon as he exited the classroom.
He smirked at her. "To what are you referring to?" He asked, nonchalantly, fully knowing how much it irritated her.
"You put me on blast at the run-through trial. You made me look like a complete idiot in front of everyone!"
She expected him to stand there and take her yelling, like she took his criticism earlier, but he just walked away from her. If he thought he could walk away after embarrassing her like that, he thought wrong.
He noticed her following him and said, "I think you should be thanking me."
Her eyes widened at his response. Was he serious right now? "You're delusional!"
He stopped in his tracks to face her. "I've interned at my father's law firm. I think I know a thing or two about what makes a strong defense and what doesn't. Your case right now is weak, much like every other first-year's thesis. But unlike their third-year partners, I offered you a plethora of criticism for you to improve, while the others have little room for improvement." He made an exasperated sigh, reading the confusion on her face. "The others will walk in believing you have the weakest case and won't make any adjustments to their current propositions. You, on the other hand, will be improving your case and prove you are the cream of the crop. As of now, you are just as weak as all the others."
Caroline opened her mouth to yell at him, but nothing came to words. He felt an air of satisfaction for catching her speechless, making his lips quirk up into his infamous smirk.
"That's not the point!" She finally said. "I've always been the best."
"You've been the best in your undergraduate career, Caroline. You're in law school now. Understand the difference between mediocre and exceptional. You have potential to become great. Don't drown yourself in the average crowd for the sake of being just good enough like all the other shmucks." He paused to breathe. "You really believe I just set you out to lose?"
She nodded.
He sighed. "How about we make a deal?"
"I don't make deals with the devil."
Hearing her call him the devil made his lips perk up again to smirk. It was like she was purposely teasing and tugging him.
"If the criticism we gave you today, helps you improve and rank first for the final presentation, then you'll have dinner with me."
She would have immediately disagreed to the idea, but she already planned on using the criticism from earlier to her advantage. She pursed her lips, considering his deal.
"And if I don't rank first… then what?"
"Well, that's for you to decide if the time ever comes, which it won't." He winked, confident in believing she would rank first.
"Fine." She said, through gritted teeth.
"Seal the deal with a kiss?" He asked, playfully.
She rolled her eyes at him and resisted the urge to slap him across the face. She walked away, heading straight for the library.
Despite having lived through the embarrassment at the trial presentation, Caroline's presentation surpassed every single argument on the final presentation day. Klaus advised her in many areas she struggled with through her research.
It was his constant criticism that prepared her for the final round and got her through it. Without him, her credibility would have crumbled easily as it did with most people in her class. Just as he predicted, she ranked first and was commended for her superior presentation. She was even extended an offer to work on the case as an intern, which she delightfully accepted.
As she shook hands with the Professor and his fellow lawyer associates, she spotted Klaus standing in the back of the classroom. In place of his smirk was a handsome grin, which she's never seen him wear before. There was something in his grin that made her feel warm inside, prompting her to return the grin. She wouldn't have made it to this point, if it weren't for him.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as worst as she pegged him out to be.
"Hey, Care!" Rebekah exclaimed. "Congratulations!" She hugged the blonde tightly.
"Thanks."
"Kol and a few friends were gonna head to the pub after this. You're coming right?"
Caroline's gaze fell back to Klaus standing at the back of the room. He was talking to some guy. Normally, she'd go out with Rebekah and Kol, but that night was different. She made Klaus a deal and she wouldn't be Caroline if she didn't go through with it.
"I actually have plans. I'll catch up with you tomorrow."
Rebekah nodded and pranced off into the crowd. Caroline went to pack up her presentation materials, waiting for Klaus to finish talking with his friend. People slowly left the room and took the noise with them. It wasn't until she dropped a book and heard the loud thud when she realized she was alone. She looked up to where Klaus stood earlier, but he was gone along with everyone else.
She let out a deep sigh. She should have known better than to think there was a different side of Klaus, but this was him proving her wrong. She should have trusted her first instincts about him. He's nothing but a jerk. He's probably laughing at her right now, making fun of her for believing he'd actually go to dinner with her. It wasn't like she wanted to go, anyway. She was doing it for the sake of sticking to her word.
She slung her bag over her shoulder and proceeded to the door. When she passed the doorframe, she jumped a little when she saw who was standing there.
"Thought I forgot about our date?" He asked, grinning at her.
She tried to hold onto the irritation growing earlier, but it was slowly subsiding. His grin made it hard for her to mask her identical smile. "It's not a date!"
He chuckled at her protest. "C'mon, Caroline. I got us reservations at Chey La."
She raised her eyebrow at him. Chey La was an expensive five star French restaurant. She's only ever been there with Kol and Rebekah. They had offered to pay for her. She wouldn't be able to afford it otherwise.
"Oh, so you made reservations assuming I'd rank first and actually go through with the deal?"
He shrugged. "I just had a gut feeling."
She shook her head. "I can't afford Chey La."
"Don't worry about it. It's on me." She still looked skeptical, so he said, "Consider it a congratulatory dinner for ranking first and getting an internship."
She pursed her lips at him. "Fine, but only because I'm starving."
Caroline barely said two words to him the whole time – from the cab ride to the restaurant, through sitting down – but he couldn't have been more entertained. Klaus took a swig of his bourbon, gazing at Caroline sitting opposite of him. He wanted to know how a woman – who has the balls to talk him off – carried herself.
He tried to stifle his laughter as he watched her shove the food into her mouth a little un-lady like, but she noticed and glared at him. "What?" She spat.
"Well, it's just that most women I take out to dinner order salads. It's just a change of pace is all."
"Well, I'm not like most women."
He nodded. His eyes were still on her. "That you aren't."
She met his gaze and saw something in those emerald eyes that she couldn't name. She casted her eyes around the room, refusing to be trapped in his intense stare.
"Have a drink." He encouraged.
"I rather not."
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't trust yourself with me after a few drinks?"
She shook her head at his attempted belittlement. "You don't seem to remember that I had a several drinks when we first met at the bar." She reminded him.
"Ahh. Yes." He laughed at the memory now. "Were you always as tenacious as you come off to be?"
"Were you always a prick?" She spat back.
"Now. Now. Caroline, let's be cordial during dinner."
"Why do you talk to people like your superior to them?"
He shrugged. "I guess it comes naturally." He said casually, like he was talking about the weather.
She coughed disgustedly. "I can't believe men praise you and women throw themselves at you." She shook her head in disbelief.
"I'm not as bad as you make me out to be. Come now, Caroline. There's not one thing you're curious about?"
She pursed her lips considering it. She's heard and seen how Klaus is with people. He acted like the typical rich man on campus. He had the money to buy him the world and people praised him for it. But there was one thing that was unsettling about him.
"Well, there is one thing…"
He raised an eyebrow. "Out with it." He encouraged.
"Rebekah told me you ranked first in your undergraduate class and were asked to deliver the valedictorian speech, but you declined. I've also audited some law courses while I was in undergrad and witnessed you stirring up intriguing and intelligent class discussions. You came up with approachable solutions to controversial topics. Yet you dismiss your intelligence outside the classroom."
The relaxed playful manner he had earlier diminished quickly. "What's your point?" He asked, with a slight irritation.
"Why do you hide your aptitude when it matters?"
He pondered over the question for a moment. "As you know, my father owns one of the most prestigious law firms in the nation. One of his heirs has to inherit the company and succeed his position. Elijah didn't feel he was fit for the title. Finn wanted to pursue a different career and be a judge. That left me. At first, I wanted his title. I wanted to succeed my father's position, but he thought I wasn't worthy. No matter how far I pushed myself to be the best – in scholastics, sports – it was never enough. He refused to acknowledge my worth." He paused to release a sigh. "So I stopped trying to prove myself to him and I've decided to follow a different career path."
Neither Caroline nor Klaus expected his confession. It was the first time someone had asked him the question. Everyone else either tried to praise him for something or ask him about some party. He felt comfortable talking about it with Caroline, but he wasn't sure why. It may have been a glimpse of vulnerability, but a part of him wanted her to know.
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you have in line for your career?"
He grinned and the light playfulness returned. "The highest position of power in America."
She cocked her head to the side prompting him to clarify.
"President of the United States of America."
She scoffed at the clarification. "Why not aspire to be Congressman?"
"It's a sad truth, but no one remembers Congressmen. I want to be one of the men who gloriously leads this country."
"So you want to walk around as a target with a red dot on you twenty-four seven?"
He shrugged. "There are secret service men for protection." He took a swig of his drink. "I have my reasons, Caroline. I'm guessing you want to be a lawyer?"
She nodded.
"But why?"
She thought about her answer before responding. "I guess… I want to help people. I want to make a difference in the world. I want to be the one to bring liberty and justice to light."
"Why not be a social worker?"
She shook her head. "Change should always start from the top. Judicially, I want to make a change in the world. I want people to have justice rightfully and legally." She paused slightly. "It might be slightly selfish of me, but I get a hint of satisfaction when I help someone achieve justice."
He saw the innocence in her smile as she explained and her light blue eyes had lit up. It was clearly something she was passionate about.
"So why not join the executive or legislative branch, rather than judicial?"
She shrugged. "Maybe. One day." She let out a small chuckle. "Maybe when you're President and I'll be a Congressman." She joked.
He chuckled with her. "Don't sell yourself short. Always strive to be better than the best and when you get there, keep fighting to stay the best. Don't ever forget that."
Somehow, talking about their dreams and goals in life changed the mood in the air. The tension had subsided and the air was light. She cued the server for a drink. When the server returned with their drinks, Caroline raised her glass in the air mocking a toast.
"To the future President of the United States of America."
They clanked their glasses together and downed the Bourbon. The amber liquid burned her throat and her head started to feel light. She went on to share a little about herself and one drink quickly became five and soon she was so drunk she was giggling at every little thing. Klaus felt the buzz too and he couldn't stop thinking about how her laughs made him feel warm inside, though he wasn't quite sure if it was due to the drinks or her smile, but he didn't bother questioning it.
Somewhere along the way, the wall she'd built had been destroyed. Her walls were down and she was sharing drinks and some laughs with the Klaus Mikaelson – Mr. Fraternity.
It wasn't until her hand was in his that she realized she was about to embark on a path she couldn't forget.
It was the drinks. As ashamed as she was to admit it – as with every other college girl – she blamed it on the alcohol. There was no other reason why she'd be following him to his bedroom.
Some frat boys that were still up playing games and drinking made teasing remarks, but Klaus ignored them. He squeezed her hand as a sign of comfort. He rushed up the stairs and when they reached the landing her eyes immediately went to his bedroom door.
Her heart started racing, but it didn't feel fearful. No. It felt… exciting.
A part of her wanted to pull away from his hand and tell him off for getting her drunk. She wanted to accuse him for taking advantage of her, but she knew it wasn't true. She came here willingly and yet she's still in his frat house. He didn't drag her here against her will. Instead, he held her hand and she let him continue to guide her to his room.
She should let go. She knew that, but she couldn't will herself to do it. Her head was still buzzing and the grin she wore at dinner was still plastered on her face.
As soon as they passed the threshold, he closed the door using both his hands. His arms trapped her in, but instead of feeling repulsed, her body impatiently yearned to be enveloped into his arms.
She felt his hot breath against her lips, tempting her to inch closer.
He closed the distance between them, slowly – only making the slightest movement almost like he was trying to drag out her desperateness. The way his eyes danced with anticipation made her feel like she was his prey and she felt helpless, but she couldn't shake away her attraction. Instead of responding to him, she willed her feet to move back, but he took it as an invitation to step closer. Unwilling and unable to peel her eyes away from him, her hope of escape was lost when her back met the wall.
He towered over her, still making him appear as a predator. She was right to be frightened, but was she wrong for feeling slightly turned on by his commanding demeanor.
He smirked down at her before leaning in. He sniffed her lavender scent, which only teased him more. From her view, it was all him doing the tempting, but she has been his temptation since the night at the bar years ago. He just never had the chance like this. He couldn't resist her anymore. His lips came crashing down onto hers. He kissed her hard, trying to deepen their kiss by grabbing wisps of her blonde hair at the nape of her neck.
Despite her conscientious protests, she gave in to the kiss. She felt her body melt with the hotness of his lips on hers and if he hadn't been holding her she was sure she would have fainted from the dizziness. It all didn't make sense to her. This wasn't her. She despised Klaus. He was pompous and arrogant and a complete jerk. She needed to remind herself this, but this kiss had somehow charmed her. She needed to break away from his hold. Needing to feel grounded before she fell into his temptation, she immediately pushed him back, tearing his lips from hers.
Instead of a proud smirk on his face, he was only surprised by the push. She assumed he would continue to approach her again, but he didn't.
In any other situation, he'd instantaneously resume his position on the girl, but he hesitated for some reason. He just wasn't sure why and the hesitation made him think for a second. Of course, he wanted her. He's wanted her since they met at the bar, but there were other women that freely gave their bodies for his taking. He wasn't going to waste his time pursuing some woman he's met with tenacity that aroused him. Besides, he would have looked like all the other pathetic blokes. But today, he just couldn't resist her any longer and she followed him. He didn't force her. There were many opportunities for her to leave. In fact, right now was time and judging by the confused look on her face, this may be the opportunity she chooses to leave. But he didn't want her to leave and he didn't want to force himself onto her, though he sure as hell wasn't going to admit it.
She needed to clear her head for a moment. Her head was still spinning from the kiss. She couldn't understand why her mind was saying no, but her body was thirsted for more.
This was her problem. She over thought things and made everything complicated. She didn't want – and most importantly didn't need – complicated. She let go of her restrictions and stepped closer to him. It felt so foreign and yet so thrilling to lean in, making the move, and kiss the almighty Klaus Mikaelson.
He welcomed her kiss, pushing his tongue pass her slightly parted lips and she was shocked to find herself allowing him to continue. His right hand reached to grab her hair at the back of her head, tugging it playfully and deepening their kiss.
Her hands were on his chest and for the first time she felt his masculine tone. Hungrily, she reached her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers over his toned abs and pectorals. He snaked his arms around her back and pulled her into him. It was then when she felt how hard and eager he was to indulge in her.
He traced her generous curves with his hands, making his way to her perfect apple bottom. Unable to resist, he hiked up her skirt and spanked her ass. Since that night she disrespected him at the bar he's wanted to take her across his knee and spank her ass as punishment and now he finally had her in his hands. He expected her to be somewhat repulsed by the action, since she seemed like the kind of girl who would, but the spank elicited a soft moan from her lips.
She tugged at the hem of his shirt wanting her hands to freely trace his body. She wasn't sure when it happened, but she needed him inside her. She undid his belt and pulled his jeans towards the ground, letting it pool at his feet.
He stepped away from his clothes and walked her closer to the bed, while kissing and sucking her succulent neck. Each time she whimpered a delicate moan into his ear his cock got harder for her. He tugged her shirt over her head, removed her bra, and went to cup her breasts. Her perky breasts fit perfectly in his hands, not too much and not too little. He wet her hard pink nipples with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth and she cried out in pleasure.
He gripped onto her hips and forced her to spin around so that her back was against his chest. She felt his member then, hard and big against her ass. He ran his hands down her body, down to her center. His fingers were wet covered with her juice.
"You're so wet for me, Caroline." He said in a low husky voice. Her name tasted like sugar on his lips, so inviting. "You've gone and soaked your panties. What am I to do with you?" He was speaking with that dominant tone, but she shockingly found herself enjoying it. She wanted to please him, like it was her mission. It felt idiotic to explain, but her body ached for him – his touch, his kiss, his cock.
He let out an amused laugh, wanting to test her readiness for him. Once he pushed her panties to the side, it gave him room to rub her clit in a circular motion, making her cringe in pleasure. Her head melted into his chest as she moaned for him. He stuck a finger up her center, making her whimper his name.
Her whimpers and moan had him grinning triumphantly. He slid his finger in and out of her, driving her crazy. She needed him inside her.
"Please…"
Klaus' eyes widened and he froze for a moment, afraid that he'd crossed the line with her. He feared her next words were to tell him to stop, but was surprised when she continued.
"Please… Klaus… Fuck me…" She begged.
The softness in her moan, made his cock pulse in anticipation. Without another moment of delay, he yanked off her soaked panties and forced her to bend over. She placed her hands on the bed to help her balance. He grinned salaciously at the pink imprint of his hand on her cheek. He couldn't resist her any longer.
She moaned in pleasure of his roughness thrusting into her. In that moment, her body entered a state of elation with the way he filled her. He tightened his grip on her hips to steady her trembling with each thrust. As much as she'd been repulsed by him, her body continued to welcome his dominance. With each thrust, he held her tighter and it somehow felt comforting to her, like he was being protective of her.
"Come for me, Caroline." He disguised his plea as a command using his low hushed tone, coaxing her to obey.
Despite herself, she obeyed. "Klaus!" She cried out, when she let herself go.
Her juices spilled over his cock, dripping down her legs, making her quiver. Her release was his undoing. Her walls quivered as she subdued into a state of ecstasy while he filled her with his warmness. It was too much pleasure for her to handle. He had to wrap his arms around her to keep her from falling over.
The next morning, Caroline woke aware of her nudity. It took her a moment to process the room and realize it wasn't hers and there was someone – Klaus – sleeping next to her with his arm draped casually across her belly. She put a hand to her mouth to keep herself from screaming as she remembered what they did last night.
Being slick and sleek like a fox, she wiggled out of his grasp and fetched her clothes. She was dressed and out the door in a matter of seconds. On her walk back to her sorority house, she shook her head in disappointment. There she was walking back to her place amongst the sea of other girls doing the walk of shame on campus. She was in law school, now. She shouldn't be acting like some partying sorority girl. Things got out of hand. There were drinks involved. She had to tell herself it was the only reason she'd slept with Klaus.
Though her disappointment didn't feel genuine. It was like she was forcing herself to feel ashamed for what they did, but she couldn't shake off her satisfaction. He was the best fuck she's ever had, but she never dared to admit it. She had a hard time trying to admit it to herself.
When she reached the sorority house, she prayed no one would be up yet. Considering the time, it was safe to assume the sorority girls were still getting their beauty sleep. The common rooms were empty and she tiptoed her way up the stairs and dashed to her room like a mouse.
She let out a sigh of relief when entered her room and closed her door shut, thankful that no one had witnessed her doing the walk of shame.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she realized Rebekah was standing next to her bed, with her arms crossed. She'd been so focused on looking out for others outside her room; she didn't bother to notice Rebekah when she entered her room.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Rebekah teased. "Where were you last night? I was beginning to get worried."
"I overslept studying at the library." She said, waving it off.
Rebekah squinted her eyes at her friend. She didn't believe it. There was something off with Caroline. She wasn't her usual self and looked deep in thought, but there was an airy presence that she couldn't determine. When she finally recognized it, she had to come out and say it.
"You had sex last night." Rebekah suspected, pointing a judgmental finger at her.
Caroline's eyes widened at the accusation and her cheeks grew warm. "What? No!" She tried to play off, but knew she was failing. The color on her cheeks always gave it away and right now she knew she was pink.
"You're glowing! But why don't you want to admit it?" She wondered. Caroline and Rebekah shared everything with each other. They were open books to each other, including their sex lives. Then Rebekah snapped her fingers when the answer finally clicked. "You had sex with someone you wouldn't be caught dead with. Out with it!"
Caroline let out an exaggerated sigh. There was no use hiding anything from Rebekah. She knew her as if they grew up together. They were like twins, except they weren't related. Besides, Rebekah would find out sooner or later and she would rather be the one to tell her before she finds out from someone else.
"Klaus." She said, softly.
She wasn't sure what Rebekah's reaction would be, but she didn't expect her to be laughing her ass off.
"You had sex with my brother?!" She yelled, through her laughs.
Caroline slapped Rebekah's arm and shushed her. "Tell the whole world, why don't you?" She said sarcastically. "It was a one night stand. That's it."
Rebekah exploded into a hysterical laughter, which only fueled Caroline's embarrassment and annoyance.
"Imagine, Caroline! We could be sisters-in-law!" She joked.
Caroline scoffed at the possibility. "As if! Rebekah, I'm telling you it won't happen again!"
But she was wrong. Somehow that night took off the edge.
The more she tried to ignore him the more she ran into him. They never shared any classes together, but he was always managed to run into her through the hallways or in the same buildings. Sadly, their magnetic pull wasn't fixed to just Yale campus. She bumped into him at the store or a restaurant. It was like a force was pulling them together. Every time they were remotely close she had to convince her body to walk the other way.
Then there were those awkward times when she'd go over to the Mikaelson mansion for some soirée. Seeing him was unavoidable at that point. She'd tried to talk herself out of going, but Rebekah and Kol dragged her every time.
One night, Rebekah threw a party to celebrate the end of their first semester in law school. There were maybe over a hundred people there that night, but it still wasn't enough to fill the grandeur Mikaelson mansion. Nearly everyone room was occupied and people crowded the pool.
Among the hundred people, Klaus sat down in the middle of a comfy patio couch with two brunette girls on either side and a other groupie men and girls surrounding them. Caroline heard them laughing over the music playing on the speakers. She kept trying to avoid them by looking elsewhere, but her eyes kept returning to gaze over his direction. She felt more stupid for looking at him, when he was clearly too occupied to even glance at her with his arms around the two women on his sides.
The sight of him and his groupie annoyed her, but the fact that he acted as if she didn't exist annoyed her more. Sure, she didn't have anything to say to him, nor did she want to talk to him about that night, but she would have appreciated a simple hello. The whole night, he hadn't even looked her way.
"What's with the long face, darling?" Kol asked, sitting down next to her, while slinging an arm around her should. "That isn't any way to be celebrating the end of the semester. I've grown a bit tired of your sullen expression!"
She rolled her eyes at him. Kol was the only guy who acted his true concern in an exaggerated way. His accent made it sound like they were living in another era.
"I'm just tired."
"You need a drink." He recommended. Without waiting for her approval, he went to fetch them drinks.
She sighed. There was no use shouting after him. Meanwhile, Rebekah pranced toward her in her usual drunken manner.
"Caroline!" Rebekah exclaimed. "There's a boy I'd like you to meet. I think he's perfect for you!" Her breath reeked of alcohol.
"I'm not interested…"
"Aww, why not?"
Caroline shrugged and despite herself her eyes wandered to Klaus' direction, again.
Rebekah followed her gaze and laughed so loud it caught everyone's attention. "Oh my gosh!" She paused to lower her voice. "You're jealous!" She accused, pointing a finger.
Caroline's cheeks felt hot. "What?! No, I'm not!"
Kol returned with their drinks and noticed Caroline's crimson cheeks. "What's gotten into you?"
"She's jealous of the twats with Klaus."
"Rebekah!" Caroline exclaimed, hitting her shoulder.
"Oww!"
"Why on earth would you be jealous?" Kol raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'm not!" She protested.
"Am I missing something here?" Kol questioned.
"You may as well come out with it. No secret goes untold in the Mikaelson family."
Caroline hated to admit Rebekah was right. The Mikaelson clan rarely did anything (good or bad) that went unnoticed or unheard, even with things as trivial as who slept with whom.
"I slept with Klaus two months ago." She confessed.
Kol blinked for a second and then he hurled over laughing his ass off. To make matters worse, Rebekah broke into her hysterical laughter again. Their laughter only embarrassed Caroline more.
"It happened and that's it. Nothing else. I'm done with it and he's done with it."
"What on earth possessed you to do such a thing?" Kol asked, finally coming down from his laughter.
She wanted to claim she was too drunk that night, but it wasn't true. Yes, she was drunk, but she knew what she was doing and there was a strong part of her that wanted to do it. "What does it matter? I said it's over."
Annoyed by Kol and Rebekah's mocking laughter, Caroline dismissed herself and decided to wander inside the Mikaelson mansion. She's been here many times and she still hasn't seen or been in every room. Every room was decorated with artifacts collected around the world and paintings that were worth over a quarter of a million dollars. The carpets and floors were spotless and there was not speck of dust to be found with a white glove. It was amazing how tidy and grandiose they kept the manor, but she knew it was attributed to their custodial staff.
Her feet grew tired as she wandered the halls, so she decided to retire to a room that appeared to be a study. This was probably the only room with the most paintings on the walls and there were some canvases that were covered. Tempted with curiosity, she started to lift the cloth over a covered painting when a male voice spoke up behind her.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She retreated her hands and turned around, to find Elijah standing dressed in his black suit and his hands shoved into his pants pockets. There was never a time when she didn't see Elijah dressed in a suit. It wouldn't surprise her if he didn't own any casual clothes. Though, she was a little embarrassed to be caught touching things that didn't belong to her.
"I'm sorry." She apologized. "I didn't mean to touch your paintings… I just wanted to take a peek."
He shook his head and smiled politely. "It's alright. I don't mind. Besides, they're not my paintings. This is Niklaus' painting room. He gets nitpicky when people come in and touch his stuff."
The news stunned her. She guessed these were paintings done by a Mikaelson, but she never expected it to be Klaus. The paintings hung on the walls were so captivating and beautiful. It was hard for her to imagine Klaus with a paintbrush in his hand and conjuring up an image to express.
He chuckled at her disbelief. "It's not something he brags about. My brother – the closet painter. It's more of a hidden hobby."
She stared up at the paintings, again. She admired the harshness in the strokes and vividness in colors. "He's very talented." She admitted.
He nodded in agreement. "Well, you should return to the party before Niklaus catches either of us in here."
Finn was headed in their direction as she closed the door behind her. As he got closer, he reminded Elijah about some case they were working on. Caroline took it as her cue to return to the party, while they proceeded in the opposite direction.
Just before she reached the doors leading out to the patio, Klaus was walking through the threshold by himself. He closed the doors behind him and smirked at her, which made her freeze.
"How long will you continue ignoring me?" He questioned.
She wasn't ready for this. They hadn't spoken since that night and she had nothing prepared to say.
"I'm not ignoring you. If I was, I wouldn't be here at your house." She deflected.
He chuckled and started walking toward her. She wanted to move backwards or move in another direction, but her body was frozen, rendering her immobile.
"You're right. It is my house and you are my guest, yet you haven't said a word to me all evening." He continued, talking slick like he normally did.
She wanted to tell him that she hasn't taken her eyes off him this whole night, but she was too embarrassed to admit it. "Well, you looked rather busy." She quipped.
He smirked at her, again, this time his emerald eyes gleamed with a menacing, but amused manner. "Well, if you were jealous, sweetheart, I would have dismissed those girls."
She scoffed in disgust. She thought about the paintings she just discovered and she really found it hard to believe he created them, considering his obnoxious attitude.
"I'm not jealous!" She exclaimed. Her voice echoed around the spacious room and she was thankful the loud music played outside blocking out their conversation. "You can have whatever girl you please! I don't care."
He clicked his tongue at her. "I don't fancy any of those girls."
"Could have fooled me…" She replied, sarcastically under her breath, as she remembered his arms around those girls.
He's been patient all this time, trying to calm himself, but all he wanted was to take her ravenously on this marble floor. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but the more she kept denying him, the more he wanted her. He's managed to get by without having to talk to her, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could restrain himself.
His penetrating stare made the silence unnerving.
"I have to get back to the party…" She said.
She tried to walk around him, but he stopped her path.
"Why so soon? It didn't seem like you were enjoying yourself."
She rolled her eyes. "How would you know?"
He grinned, as he towered over her. "Don't think I haven't caught you staring at me tonight."
Caroline immediately felt her cheeks warm and she chided herself for being so pale. He let out a small laugh and she guessed she was already showing rose-colored cheeks.
She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "I didn't think you noticed."
He couldn't take it much longer. He raised his hand up and brushed his thumb against her cheekbone. She should have pushed him away, but she wanted this. She wanted him to touch her like this. He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. In that moment, they both saw the hunger reflected in each other's eyes.
"What are you gonna do about it?"
That was it. She was challenging him and he wasn't the type to walk away. He forced himself up against her body, pinning her up against the closet bannister. Instead of pushing him off, like she imagined she would, she welcomed his touch by hiking up her leg and resting it against his hip. There was hunger and desperation in his kisses, driving her into a trance tempting her to yearn for him to fill her.
One thing led to another and the next morning, Caroline found herself in the same situation as before: naked with Klaus sleeping next to her. She cursed herself for not putting up any resistance, but decided to chide herself when she got home. Right now, she needed to focus on getting out of here.
When she attempted to remove his arm off her body, he moved himself and she froze.
"Attempting to leave while I'm asleep, again?"
She let out the breath she'd been holding and got up from the bed.
"I need to leave, before anyone sees me." She said, searching for her clothes.
He chuckled, watching her peruse around his room looking for her clothes.
"Are you going to help me or not?"
He laughed again, but this time he reached for his boxers to slip on before helping her look. She managed to find her underwear and bra, but she had no idea what happened to her dress. It was like it dissolved into thin air. It wasn't as if it was hard to find anything in his room. As with every room in the Mikaelson manor, his was neat, organized, and clean. Her dress should have stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Where is it?!" She demanded.
He shrugged. "I'm sure Rebekah would be more than willing to lend you her clothing."
"No! Rebekah cannot know I'm here and neither can the rest of your siblings… or anyone else for that matter."
He let out a sigh and went into his closet. When he came out of his closet, he held out a white button down dress shirt.
"What am I supposed to do with that?"
"Just throw it on, Caroline. It's better than walking around in your knickers."
She wanted to decline his offer, but she didn't have any other choice. It was either wear his dress shirt or walk out with just a bra and panties on.
The dress shirt was soft, with no hint of polyester in tact. It was long enough to cover her bottom, but still fell short on her thighs. The shirt gave off his scent and she indulged in his natural manly aroma for just a quick second before he could notice.
"I guess this will do…" She said, as she buttoned up the long sleeve dress shirt.
"Let me walk you out."
Caroline followed Klaus out his room, but he stopped abruptly in the corridor. When she peeked over his shoulder, she found the Mikaelson siblings standing further down and staring at them. In Rebekah's hand was Caroline's dress from last night.
Klaus silently cursed the thick walls at his manor. If they were thinner, he would have heard them talking in the hallway and avoided them until they were gone.
"Well, well, well…" Of course Kol was the first to speak up. Caroline wished she had something to throw at Kol warning him to shut up.
Elijah opened his mouth to say something, but was paused when their parents strolled in. Mikael Mikaelson, the patriarch of the Mikaelson clan, wore that unnerving sinister grin. The grin was always just "for show," and Caroline knew he wore it because she was present. His eyes were always so cold whenever she's seen him, even towards his own children. She knew from Kol and Rebekah how much they feared their father. They never outright said it, but she knew by the way their confidence faltered and the way their behavior shifted to timid little children.
Esther, their mother, just stood there quietly, like she normally did when Mikael was at her side. She kept her lips tight, with a small forced smile.
With the Mikaelsons as her audience, she tried to use Klaus as her shield so the others couldn't see her naked. It was a futile attempt to shelter her embarrassment.
"I see you children had your fun last night." Mikael always made it a point to say 'children' in a condescending tone, as if he was reminding them of their place in his kingdom. He glanced over at Klaus with Caroline hiding behind him. "For God's sake, Niklaus, have some decency toward your family and have your courtesan leave before the crack of dawn."
Caroline's jaw dropped at the accusation. She wanted to defend herself, but knew the way she currently looked – dressed only in Klaus' dress shirt and panties – that she looked like some call girl of his. She knew neither Rebekah, nor Kol, would say anything to defend her. She honestly couldn't blame them. Mikael Mikaelson was someone to fear. His presence easily changed the mood.
"She's not a courtesan." Klaus spoke up bravely.
Caroline couldn't see his face, but she saw the other Mikaelson siblings widen their eyes in shock. All four of them were urging Klaus not to continue by shaking their heads or mouthing the word 'stop.'
Instead of listening to his siblings, Klaus ignored them and continued. "She graduated at the top of her undergraduate class, beating both Kol and Rebekah." The unevenness in his voice gave away the subtle fear he had for his father.
The menacing look in Mikael's eyes made Caroline shrink smaller behind Klaus' back. This was not at all how she wanted things to happen.
"I think it's time we have a family meeting." Mikael told them. "I expect all of you in the family room in two minutes." He turned his back and headed for the family room, with Esther, Finn, Elijah, and Kol trailing behind him.
Rebekah nearly sprinted to Caroline and handed her the dress. "I'm so sorry, Caroline."
Caroline shook her head. "Don't worry about it."
"I'm sorry." Rebekah apologized, again.
"Seriously, Bex, don't worry about it. I'm fine." She reassured her with a tiny smile. "You better get going."
Rebekah nodded. "Are you coming, Nik?"
Klaus hadn't moved since Mikael left. Caroline wanted to thank him, but he followed the others without saying anything. Rebekah apologized again, before she sprinted off in the other direction. Caroline sighed and decided it was best for her to leave now.
On her drive back to her house, she had an unsettling thought about Klaus and his father. She couldn't help but think how similar Klaus was to his father. Klaus humiliated people and exercised his superiority over them, just as his father does. He'd pick up the habit from him. Yet, despite acting like him, he defended her against his father. It was hard for her to read him. The more she spends time with him, she discovers a different side of him. He was a lot more complex didn't she initially guessed.
Later that evening, her roommate told her there was a man leaning against his car outside waiting. Caroline wasn't expecting any company, so she was curious as to whom it was. When she walked outside, she found Klaus leaning against his Ferrari. His face was blank – expressionless. With the dark night sky, she almost didn't spot the bruise forming along his cheekbone.
"Oh my gosh, Klaus, what happened?" She asked, as she approached him. Without thinking, she cupped his face and gently ran her thumb against his cheekbone, tracing the bruise. He winced at the contact and closed his eyes trying to cherish a rare moment of concern for him, but only for a little bit. It didn't matter if Klaus wasn't her favorite person in the world; he was human. She cared about his well-being. "Did you father do this to you?" She asked, but he didn't answer. Instead, he gripped her wrists tightly and forced her hands off him.
"I shouldn't have come." He muttered, as he stood up and walked around her to his driver's seat. He hadn't planned on going to her place. He got into an argument with his father and he left the house as soon as he had the chance and just drove. He didn't have an urge to see Caroline, but he found himself driving to her house. He knew where it was, since Rebekah lived there also, but she was still at the Mikaelson manor.
"Why did you come here?" She asked, stopping him from reaching his door handle.
Truthfully, he didn't know the answer to that.
"My father and I don't see eye-to-eye on much." He said, instead. "It drives me mad sometimes how much he subjects people to bow down to his superiority. One day, I'll have more power over him and he will bow down to me."
Her scoff caught his attention. "I just don't understand you…"
He turned around to face her. "I beg your pardon?"
"You hate your father for the way he treats you and your siblings, yet you do the same to innocent people. You're letting your father mold you into him. I kept thinking why you're so vindictive and cruel towards others, and I finally understand that you get it from your father–"
"Hold your tongue, Caroline." He interrupted to warn her. He wasn't in the mood to hear this.
"Is that why you want to be President? To beat him?!" She wasn't expecting him to answer. "Don't do that. Don't make your life out to be a rivalry between you and your father."
"You know nothing." He said, with the same coldness in his voice.
"I may not know much about you or your father, but I know enough to believe that you're better than him."
Klaus refused to listen to her anymore. She knew nothing about his life and his relationship with his father. He shouldn't have come to her house. He got into his car and sped out of her driveway, as quickly as he could. He continued to drive for hours on end that night, trying to forget about his talk with Caroline, but her last few words rung in his head.
… You're better than him.
No one had ever told him that. Even his siblings have pointed out how he'd picked up characteristics of his father over time and he hated being compared to him, yet it was so hard for him to overcome the superior Mikael Mikaelson without also acquiring some of his traits that made him who he is.
That night, Klaus went to bed tucking her words into the recess of his mind for a keepsake. It wasn't until he started his journey to presidency when those words truly mattered to him and got him through to serve as the nation's leader.
PRESENT TIME
"I'm a little confused." Bonnie confessed. "The rumors that she was the President's mistress started based on only two one-night stands?"
"Of course not!" Katherine exclaimed. "You're a fool if you think Klaus and Caroline ended there. Sure, they didn't have a relationship at that time, but something was building between them. That was just the beginning of their story!"
Katherine opened her mouth to continue, but Stefan held his hand up to stop her.
"You can continue the story at another time." He told her. "Caroline will be here any moment. There's a press meeting two days from now with President Klaus and Democratic Candidate Enzo. So we need to prep for that."
What else happened between Klaus and Caroline?
Will Caroline finally meet Enzo?
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*** SPOILER ALERT ***
SPOILER ALERT:
Caroline and Enzo will meet for the first time next chapter.
I'm not one who indulges in spoilers,
but I figure you dolls deserve it for sticking with me all this time.
Stay tuned, dolls!
xx,
Bri