Hi! I received a notice of a story with a beginning very similar to mine (Thanks for the warning!) And I feel it my duty to explain a few things:
When I started writing this story, I was inspired with some scenes from a book called Dublin Street. I have nothing against those who put stories here equal to books published (just changing the names) but I don't do it. I like to change the stories, for example in the book the main character works in a bar, in my story she works in a magazine (on a internship). In my story Caroline will have problems due to working in a magazine and dating a famous person (none of this happens in the book).
I also like to change the situations and places where the characters go. In my story there is a secret tied to the death of the father of Caroline (again none of this happens in the book).
Again, I want to say that I just get inspired by situations that I read in some book (but most comes from my crazy imagination)!
For those who have doubts, read the book, read my story and then read stories posted here similar to mine (I bet you will find several differences in mine).
I hope I've explained well (sometimes it's difficult to explain exactly what I want) )
Thanks to all who are reading and like my story! And thanks for the warning)
Sorry for grammar mistakes (I know it has some)... Enjoy the chapter!
In the next day, I didn't want to leave my bed. Rebekah had gone to fetch two coffees to Starbucks and came back with a set of magazines. When I just read the magazines, I came to the conclusion that I was the new sensation of gossip magazines, all of them showed the photos where Klaus was kissing me. These magazines, together with the conversation I had last night with my mom made me want to bury in my sheets and not get out of there.
I knew that my mother had married my father for money, I grew up knowing how she was, but when she compared me to her...this made me furious. I didn't want to connect my mobile, it was Sunday, but I knew that I probably would have a message from Matt. I already know that my answer was a no, I didn't have to consider anything. I would never be able to betray the confidence of Klaus family.
It was raining and cold, that didn't help my desire to get out of the room. Rebekah had gone out with her mother, she invited me but I didn't want to. Rebekah had been sympathetic when she saw the gossips, she knew about the arrangement that Klaus had with me. She knew that I wasn't behind his money.
After a grueling fight, I managed to leave my warm bed and snuggled in the armchair that we had in the living room, holding a cup of tea, trying not to succumb to self pity ... A challenge, when my eyes were red and burning by lack of sleep.
Outside the rain increased, producing a sound bleak and lonely, but surprisingly it didn't annoyed me.
Not when there was something much more disturbing to my peace of mind. I didn't know how Klaus was going to react when he saw all those magazines, where I was pointed to as a gold-digger. As a journalist, I was angry because my 'colleagues' had not investigated well, because if they had, they had discovered that I did not need Klaus's money.
I sighed. When a knock sounded at the door, I froze up in the chair, wishing the person on the other side go away. The way I was feeling, even raise the armchair required an effort that I had no desire to do now.
When I got up, the doorbell rang again, the loud sound making me cringe. Wiping my face with a handkerchief, I reluctantly went to answer the door.
Outside, in the rain, drops of water dripping down the pretty face, arms crossed on the chest, was Klaus, impatiently against the door. I looked in perplexity, and he straightened the body.
'Can I come in?'.
Surprise for him not having entered without asking, I assented.
Returning to my seat, I sat. If I were less feel so pathetic, I'd tell him to go away ... Even he being the owner of the house.
Klaus slowly approached. His jacket dripping on the floor, soaking the carpet.
'It's better to take off your jacket. You are stew'.
Getting up again, I waited while he removed the jacket and gave me, without a word. I had never seen he so embarrassed. This wasn't his normal state of spirit.
Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable need to offer comfort to that man. This feeling was even stronger than my own suffering.
'I've seen the news that came out today in the press. The photos are everywhere'. He sat in front of me. 'My apologizes. I could not prevent this'.
'Never mind'. I don't blame him. 'It's not your fault that the journalists find me a gold-digger. I don't blame you'.
'Then why were you crying?'.
'I wasn't crying' I immediately said.
'You were crying' Klaus insisted, studying me. 'Don't think I am able to know when a woman was crying?'.
'I don't know. I know nothing of you. I just know what Rebekah told me'. Why he had to appear today, among so many days? They say that suffering loved company, but all I wish was that he go away and leave me with my own suffering in peace.
'You know more than me than I of you'. He look at me, as if amazed for this disturbing thought.
Klaus sighed.
'Okay' I said, almost to myself. 'I can do this' I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. 'Today would be the birthday of my father, if he were alive' Klaus looked at me, seriously. 'Yesterday, I was talking to my mom, which didn't help. She thinks I'm like her, I'm with you because of your money'.
A solitary tear dripped on the magazine that I had on hand. 'I don't want to know what they say' I pointed to the magazine. 'I just didn't want my mother compared me to her, not after everything that happened with my father'.
Klaus remained in silence. He respected the fact that I never told him what had happened to my father, and I respected that he never told me anything about his father.
'I'm sorry'. Were the only words he said to me.
'No need to feel sorry for me. What I did ... Everything that happened ... It was thanks to my own selfish actions'. I didn't want to tell exactly what had happened to my father. Klaus just knew that he had died in a car accident and that I was with him in the car. He had died and I had survived. Point. He didn't know why we were both in the car. 'I don't know why am I telling you all this. I have never believed in the adage that confession is good for the soul'.
Passing the fingers by his blond hair still wet from the rain, he shook his head. 'A few times, a good talk helps'.
My emotions were crazy! It made me start crying again. He stood up and made me stand up, pulled my hand to his and took me to the room. We lay on my bed, I could feel his wet and cold garment, but I didn't want to know. I just wanted to be there embracing him. It made me feel better.
The past few minutes I raised my head from his chest and I wiped the tears 'I hate crying. I never cry'.
'Today, you have the right to cry'.
I got up from the bed. 'I will no longer cry'. I could no longer let he get closer to me. I already had left he enter in my life. I didn't want the press to investigate my past or my family. 'Klaus, this has to stop'.
He stood up. 'What has to stop?'
'We' I pointed a finger to his chest and then to my. 'This arrangement we have, is becoming very personal'. I suddenly reminded what Matt wanted me to do. It was another reason to end this our arrangement. 'This is going too far...'.
'I don't want to end up'.
'But we'll end up'.
He looked at me furiously, it was as if I could see flames coming out of his eyes 'Will you oblige me?'
I couldn't respond, because the next moment I was trapped against a wall. The words died in my throat. I felt his breathing and then he was kissing me.
As if a door had been closed and opened in one sharp kick, Klaus almost heard the shatter when my control broke. A low growl escaped from my hungry lips. I was losing control.
He pushed me hard against the wall and challenged every thrust of his tongue, I put my arms around his neck and I arched my back. His hands came to my breasts. I could see his eyes crazy with the feeling, taste and vision.
He yanked his mouth from mine to sink his teeth in my neck. A tremor take my body, and he made a murmur of satisfaction when I squirmed against the wall. 'Our arrangement will continue. Say' he opened his mouth on mine, while his hands slipped around my body to realize the curve of my buttocks, forcing the hips until their length.
'Klaus, I...'
'Say'.
He looked up. Swollen lips apart, gasping, irregular breaths. His eyes darkened to a deep blue when his eyes settled on mine. A second passed while he waited. One moment. A century.
'Our agreement will continue'.
'And we will have a date'.
Now he was abusing. Instead of answering, I pulled his head down and kissed him. He ravaged the meat of my lips as if it were arrested and it was his last taste of freedom, was sinking into the depths of his body until ...
'Caroline'.
I heard the sound of the Rebekah's voice. She had arrived home, and I was in the room with her brother.
'Klaus, let go me. Rebekah is here'.
He continued to nibble my neck. I tried to get it but he was very strong. I felt his hands to loosen the cord of my pajama pants. It fell to the ground. I forgot for a moment that Rebekah was in the next room. I was drugged with the taste of him.
Rebekah knocked on the door of my room. If she open the door, it would be a shame, I was against a wall with my pants around my ankles and her brother between my legs.
'Caroline, are you okay?'.
I groaned. 'Yes, I'm great. I'm fine'. Klaus continued with the torture. He kissed me now the chest and my belly. I hit him in the hand when he tried to down my underwear.
'Stop it'.
He looked up and smiled, showing those dimples that I loved. 'No. Will you accept a date with me?'.
'Are you sure that everything is okay? You have a strange voice. I'll enter'. I saw the handle of the door turn and I yelled 'No, Rebekah. I'm naked. I'll taking a bath. I'm fine'.
'Okay ... okay. When you've finished showering, comes to the living room'. I went back to moan, when I felt Klaus's lips.
'Klaus is there with you?' she asked suddenly. She should have guessed by my groans that I wasn't alone. I heard the snickering of Rebekah.
I wondered if this moment could get even more embarrassing. So Klaus shouted. 'Bekah, go away'.
'NiKlaus'. I heard the voice of Esther. It is true, this became even more embarrassing. Klaus stood up and staggered back. 'Mom?'.
'I'm leaving' I hear Esther voice screaming 'Caroline come diner with us for the next week'. We looked at each other and started laughing. I couldn't believe that Klaus's mother was behind the door and that she invited me to dinner while her son was holding me against a wall.
After a few seconds I heard a door slam. I looked at Klaus, he was still laughing. 'I hate you'.
'I know. I come pick you up tomorrow night'.
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Not that I knew where he would take me to dinner, but I knew I had nothing to wear. So for once I decided to use my money for something frivolous. After two hours of trying to find a dress, I finally decided in an elegant but sexy Hervé Léger dress. It was a mesh bandage dress in white-detailed. I added a ridiculously expensive Alexander McQueen bag and a leather and suede metallic pumps by Jimmy Choo. It was more than I ever spend on clothes. Rebekah was ecstatic about these shoes. She loved them. I on the contrary was nervous about the reaction of Klaus.
I didn't need to be nervous. Well, it depends on how we see the situation. Luckily today was my day off and I didn't need to deal with the Matt drama.
Monday night, I was in the living room drinking a glass of wine with Rebekah, while I waited for Klaus. I left my hair loose and it fell on my back, loose in natural. Rebekah begged for me to use my hair always loose, all the time. I don't want to exaggerate in make-up, so I put just a little blush, mascara and a red lipstick completed the look. I heard the front door open and my stomach turned.
'It's me' Klaus said 'I have a taxi waiting for us ...' he stopped talking when entered in the room, his eyes frozen on me.
Rebekah laughed with the face of astonishment that her brother showed.
I looked at him. 'I'm fine?'
He smiled. 'You are perfect'.
Rebekah made a sound of disgust. 'I'm going to my room before you begin the indecent conversations'.
Ignoring her, Klaus paced casually around me. He was using a simple, but elegant and black suit, with a fine velvet lapel, and a white shirt that matched perfectly with my dress.
He ate me with his eyes when I got up.
His eyes looked at me from head to toe, and when it resumed to my face, they were on fire. 'Come with me' he grabbed my wrist and I was dragged toward my room.
'You have to stop doing this' I complained.
'Let's just say that if there wasn't a taxi waiting to lead us now to a reservation in a restaurant, we wouldn´t leave the room'.
'In fact ...' he murmured, squeezing my waist, his eyes dipping to the neckline of the dress.
'Klaus'.
He turned his eyes back to my face. 'You look beautiful, love'.
My stomach turned again and I smiled. 'Thank you, you are not so bad too'.
'Thank you'. He took a package from his pocket and placed it in my hand. 'What is this?'
'A gift'. He said.
I furrowed my brow. 'Why?'.
To my total amazement, Klaus eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Just open the box'.
I pushed his hand against his chest, coming out of his embrace. 'No unless you say why?'.
'Because' his voice was low, a deep purr 'I want to give you a gift'.
He was so bossy. This was becoming very personal. I felt something inside my chest. A spread almost in pain.
Outwardly, I smiled. 'You are very bossy'.
Klaus's eyes have turned into a furious look. 'Caroline' warned. 'Open the box'.
'Okay' I leaned my head to the side. 'I don't get orders, but I'll open'. I opened the package and found a bracelet. 'It's beautiful'.
He pulled the bracelet of the box and put it on my wrist. 'Cost you a lot open the gift?'.
'No' I answered, looking amazed to my wrist.
'Come on, the taxi driver is waiting for us'.
When we left the room, Klaus was say goodbye to his sister and I stayed a little while back. When I saw my phone, I had a message from Matt.
Caroline, I've been talking with our boss and he wants a news story about the Mikaelson, with urgency.
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