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DAMON POV:

You know that feeling… when you want something you can't have? The one that makes you do crazy shit, that feeling… well I've got it and it's driving me insane.

I know Elena doesn't like me… for whatever reason, in fact I think I may go as far as to say she fucking hates my guts and maybe that's what makes me an asshole... however, it only makes it more interesting and entertaining.

I wait outside the editor of the of the New York Times office door for Elena to come out. She will be pissed, no doubt. She's gonna storm out here with that sexy scowl on her face… actually I'm a bit scared. Maybe I went too far?

Nah.

This is going to be fun I'll make sure of it.

"You're an idiot." Stefan states as he stands beside me.

"What?" I can't help but smirk.

"She's going to kill you. What exactly made you do this, why Elena?" He sips his coffee.

I shrug. "She's an enigma." It was as simple as that.

He snorts. "Why? Because she won't fall down at your feet like all the rest of them, you see her as a challenge?" He was chuckling now. "I got news for you, bro Elena's fierce. She takes this shit seriously." And I know he's talking about her job.

"This is exactly why I've chosen this route Stefan." I'm fucking smart. Smart enough to see that Elena Gilbert is utterly and completely devoted to her job. So I decided to present the editor here with an opportunity she simply could not refuse.

'A Week in the Life of a Movie Star' was my idea, of course. Lexi Branson loved it. She immediately put Elena's name forward. I was going to suggest Elena, but I didn't have to. She insisted that she's one of her best… if not THEE best.

"You can try all you want but I highly doubt she'll become part of the Damon Salvatore fan club anytime soon." He continues on.

"You seem so sure." I quiz.

"I've worked with the girl for over 5 years. We even had a little thing going on at one time." he says smugly.

"Well this is news" I brush off the strange envious feeling I get when he tells me this… keeping the green eyed monster at bay.

He shakes his head. "It was nothing serious. A little flirting and a kiss, that's it, don't trip. I'm just saying, Elena isn't one to play fucking head games."

"No one's playing head games-" I'm cut off as the door to the editor's office swings open, and just as I predicted… Elena's wearing a sexy scowl. She stands in front of Stefan and points an accusatory finger at him.

"You..." Her eyes narrow further, she takes a deep breath and storms off. Stefan and I follow after her.

"W-What the hell did I do?" Stefan yells at her.

She whirls around and places her hands on her hips and that shit made my dick twinge… "You let him do this!" she says her eyes never leaving Stefan.

I chuckle. "No one and I mean no one lets Damon Salvatore do anything. Let's get that straight right now, shall we."

Her head snaps to me and I give her my most charming smile.

"Elena, you have to admit that this idea is brilliant. I mean, putting your differences aside, this is good for the paper. You know how many copies it will sell with his" Stefan jerks his thumb in my direction "mug shot plastered all over it"." He places his hand gently on her back. "Think of it like that." He walks away.

Her attention is on me now.

"Look. I just came to her with the idea and she liked it. Then she talked about you were one of her best and I couldn't of agreed more with her."

She scoffs. "How the hell would you know?"

"Hey! I read the paper. I see your articles." She relaxes her stance and looks at me curiously. "You're a great writer, Elena." I say, honestly.

She looks me up and down. "Follow me."

She did NOT have to fucking tell me twice.

Inside Elena's office she doesn't offer me a seat. Hell, she doesn't even take a seat herself. She starts pacing with her arms crossed.

Oh here we fucking go…

"Today is Friday" she notes.

"Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards." I tease.

She stops her pacing and narrows her eyes at me. "Funny Damon… ever thought about stand up?" she sneers.

"Oh, lighten up, Elena. This is going to be fun and it will give you a chance to find out about the real me and to see for yourself that I'm not just a pussy hungry ass hat." I assure her.

She leans against her desk for a moment gathering her thoughts "We'll start on Sunday," she says, completely ignoring my last comment. "And then end on Saturday."

I nod "Sounds good. Oh… there's this, erm, thing on Wednesday evening that I have to attend."

She arches an eyebrow questioningly. "Thing...?"

"A premiere I've been invited to."

She claps her hands and says condescendingly, "Well goodie for you!"

I roll my eyes. "The thing is, you'd be there, covering that too. I just thought it would be appropriate if you went as my date." It seems reasonable enough in my head, but Elena must've not thought the same.

"Well our definitions of appropriate are completely different then. Please don't be mistaken, Damon. This is totally professional." She states with conviction.

"There you go, overreacting again." It was fun riling her up.

"I'm overreacting?" She steps closer to me and, if I'm not mistaken, I can hear a growl forming deep in her throat. "Didn't you just concoct some phony ass article to get closer to me? For what I have no idea, but if anyone is prone to overreaction, it's you, buddy!"

"I told you, Lexi suggested you herself." I sigh heavily. Elena Gilbert is a fucking handful.

"Yeah, before you could do it." she scoffs.

Damn she's good, though.

"Well, if that's what you want to believe, Elena, shouldn't appreciation be the best emotion to convey instead of irrational anger." I say. I knew my calm state was only irritating her more.

"I am two seconds away from kicking your ass out of my office." she snarls.

I hold my hands up "Fine… fine. How about we meet up around noon on Sunday" I suggest.

"Where?" She asks.

"Your place" I start to walk out her office.

"Don't you need my address?" she calls after me.

"The Echelon Chelsea, Thirty Seven West and Twenty First?" I wait for the shock to wear off her face.

"Do I need to be worried about you boiling my bunny?" she asks, warily.

"You have a bunny? Cute" I smirk sarcastically.

"Walk away Salvatore… walk away" She shuts her office door at the same time as I turn my back.

My personal security guard meets me and walks me out and through the sea of screaming fan girls who are pitched in front of the building, I stop and sign a few autographs then get into my waiting limo. I turned my cell off during my time at NYT and as soon as I turn it on again it rings instantaneously.

"Bonnie what's up" I greet with a not so enthusiastic tone.

"Mr. Salvatore, I have been trying to get in touch with you for nearly an hour… why has your cell been going straight to voice mail?" She says frantically.

"Calm down woman, I was in an extremely important meeting"

What? It's important to me... I will show Elena that I'm nothing like what her little mind has conjured up about me.

"Ohh, well why don't I have any knowledge about this important meeting, it's not like I'm your fucking agent or anything. Oh wait! I am." she says dryly. "You hired me for a reason I presume… so use me for what I'm good at or fire me so I can work for someone a little less fucking arrogant" She huffs out.

"Hey, you watch that pretty little mouth of yours. I did hire you because you're the best agent on this side of the states and I pay you well. This meeting wasn't planned so for that I apologize, ok? So don't get your little pink g-string in a twist. Don't ask me how I know your choice of underwear today 'cuz you know I totally seen that shit when you accidentally dropped you're pen this morning."

Silence and then "Damon Salvatore… you're impossible" she says flirtatiously "so you gonna tell me what this meeting was about?"

"Yeah, sure thing hot pants… I went to The New York Times and have organized a reporter to follow me around for one week to create an article called "A week in the life of a movie star… brilliant I know." I say with pride mentally patting myself on the back.

"Wow, you're really going to have a reporter with you for a whole week? Is that practical Damon… you have quite a few appointments this coming week plus the premier for "Twilight: Eclipse" which by the way you still don't have a date for but I have made a short list of potential woman to accompany you"

"I don't need a short list my sweet little Bon Bon I actually found myself a date… an interesting one at that. So all I need you to do is rearrange appointments that can wait a week and I'll sort out the rest." She agreed and hung up.

The limo driver stopped outside "The Carlyle" on Thirty Six East and Seventy Sixth Street where I always stay while in New York. I rent the Central park tower suite it's one thousand two hundred square foot of pure luxury. It has a corner appointed bedroom with king bed and obstructed views of central park through the floor to ceiling picture windows… it really is stunning. Even though I'm in NYC a lot I've never bought any property here. I love going home to Mystic Falls, Virginia. It's a quiet, quaint place full of history and is where my roots are safely planted.

Stefan and I had a great upbringing by our parents who died tragically in a car crash nearly thirteen years ago I was eighteen and Stefan was fifteen. We both coped in different ways Stefan got his head in the school books and really worked hard and it's really paying off for him now. I on the other hand got into drugs… a bit of coke here and there nothing too major but I was a bum, no job or prospects.

Our mother and father left Stefan and me the "Salvatore Boarding House" that has been in our family since 1914 and has been passed down through the generations we both own it but Stefan moved away to NYC and I still occupy it when I'm home, Stefan also goes there for vacations.

I got my first part at twenty in a low budget movie, I saw the ad in the Mystic Falls Daily asking for fresh new talent to audition so I went along and they loved me and I got the part… little did I know, that part would turn my whole life upside down. I was getting phone call after phone call from producers, screen and script writers, and casting directors all trying to outbid each other to score me for their roles.

My movie portfolio kept growing and it took me a long time to get used to my fame, the screaming fans, the heavy schedule and the papz; I hate those bastards, they always got a fucking camera in my face. As I became more famous I was everywhere else apart from home. So I called my uncle Joe and asked him to move into the house to watch over it and believe me there is plenty of room for him and his son Zach.

"Sh-sh-sh-shit-shit-shit" I scream like a fucking bitch as I step into the big tub full of scorching water "hot-hot-hot need cold now" I mumble as I fiddle with the cold water tap.

It's been five hours since I gave Elena Gilbert the opportunity of a life time and was stress free. Now I'm stressed to my eyeballs after meetings back to back all afternoon about possible parts. I have signed up for two of the five; the first one is to start shooting in about a month called "The Tournament" and the second starts filming the beginning of next year called "Cradlewood".

I finally get the bath temperature right and lay back just enjoying the water soothing my muscles.

It turns out that a bath wasn't as relaxing as I thought it would be, not with Elena Gilbert on the brain again. Usually, that would be good, but it was that kind of thinking that was going straight to my dick. And I was more worried about proving myself to her not jacking one off in the tub over her. I've never thought or felt the need to prove myself to a girl, or anyone for that matter. But things are different when it comes to her. For the first time in my life, the opinion of someone other than my family, friends and of course my fans, matters to me.

Saturday is an open day for me, which is different, and unusual, but I like it. Bonnie and I are sat in a corner at Brooklyn's Diner on Fifty Seventh Street. I have on sunglasses with my hood up, so as not to draw attention to myself. The restaurant is fairly empty right now, so that shouldn't be a problem.

"I never thought I'd see the day when you didn't know what to do with yourself." Bonnie remarks before sipping her coffee.

"Well, no one told you to clear my schedule for today. The week starts tomorrow." I roll my eyes.

She shrugs delicately. "Well, I thought that you'd want a free day for a change. You're always working so hard… you deserve a little down time. Sorry." She holds up her hands, but then she laughs.

"What's so funny Bon Bon?" I question.

She shakes her head. "Nothing… what made you want to do this whole thing anyway?"

"What whole thing? You mean the reporter following me around for the week?"

She nods as the waiter comes by and places our meals in front of us.

I sigh. I don't really know how to explain it so I just went with, "I don't know."

"Bullshit. You always have a reason for doing the things you do. Even the little things, Damon you don't really expect me to fucking believe that, do you?"

Geez that mouth of hers gets filthier by the day… and it's such a pretty mouth.

Mind out of the gutter Salvatore!

"It's complicated." I leave it at that and take a bite of my food.

She arches a brow. "That answer will only suffice for so long, Mr. Salvatore…"

Does she ever fucking stop?

I interrupt her with a groan and a swift change of conversation. "This food is so fucking good!"

She agrees with a nod of her head.

Just then, the doors to the restaurant open. Bonnie and I, including the few people working look to see who it is out of curiosity.

"Oh! It's Katherine Gilbert, I love that girl." Bonnie says, still looking.

But she was wrong, because that was definitely Elena Gilbert, so I tell her so. I mean I would know Elena in a dark, crowded room with a blind fold on.

Bonnie eyeballs me. "I think I'd know what one of my favorite models looks like Damon, I see her on the front of almost every magazine I read… and don't forget I only read those to see what snaps the papz have got on you… your late night rendezvous with the latest flavor of the month."

I roll my eyes. "Bon bon I don't ask you to read their lies about me." I wink at her "Any how…Elena Gilbert works at the New York Times. Yes, she has a twin who models, but that," I pointed to the girl who was still standing by the door and talking to someone on the other side of it, "is Elena." Like I said, there is no doubt in my mind that is her. Then in walks a man with her. He kind of looks a bit like Elena.

"How do you know this?" Bonnie narrows her eyes at me, she's catching on. "I-is that the reporter who's going to be following you around all week?"

I don't say anything, and that's when she knows the answer.

"So you're doing this because you want to get into her panties?" she almost accuses me.

"What? No-"

"Damon Salvatore going to great lengths to get with a girl… Wow I never saw that coming." She shakes her head.

"It's not like that." I say.

"Then what's it like?" She looks at me expectantly.

So what the hell am I supposed to say now? That I went through the trouble of having a specific reporter follow me for a week just because I wanted- no, needed to prove myself to her? That didn't even make a lot of sense to me.

"It's complicated." I repeat what I told her earlier.

She rolls her eyes.

Elena and the guy she's with are seated at a table near ours.

"You're not going to say hi?" Bonnie wonders aloud, still staring. But I'm already out of my seat. "Don't take off your hood or sunglasses, unless you want a mob outside when you get ready to leave." she calls after me.

I wave her off. I know the deal.

"Ms. Gilbert." I take a seat at her booth. "Fancy seeing you here."

Ah. There's that sexy scowl.

"I was hoping you'd just go about your breakfast and ignore me." She goes back to staring at her menu.

"You can't always get what you want." I smirk. "How'd you even recognize me?"

She laughs and to my surprise it sounds genuine. "What, you think sunglasses and a hood is the ultimate disguise now?"

"Wait." says the man sitting across from Elena. "You're Damon Salvatore! You're gunna be in The Tournament! Dude, how awesome is it working with Robert Carlyle?"

I shake his hand. It's always great to meet a fan. I was about to answer when Elena interrupts.

"Damon, this is my brother, Jeremy Gilbert. And Jeremy, you already seem to be fond of Damon." She rolls her eyes.

"Nice to meet you Jeremy" I say to him.

"So, you excited about tomorrow?" I turn my attention back to the beauty that is Elena Gilbert.

"So very excited... I can hardly contain my excitement" she remarks dryly.

"What's happening tomorrow?" Jeremy asks.

"Your sister here will be covering a piece called-

"'A Week in the Life of a Jackass' Oops… I meant 'movie star'." She has a false apologetic look on her face that I just wanna kiss.

Calm it Salvatore… she is not gunna approve of you having a wood on when you stand up.

"Ouch!" I shake my hand as if shaking off the sting of an injury. But then she smiles and it lessens the sting but makes my dick twinge again.

"Don't worry. Elena's hard shell isn't that hard to break through. She's actually a total softie." Jeremy says to me. Elena throws a sugar packet at him and I chuckle.

"Well, I just stopped by to say hi." I stand up.

She nods. "I'll see tomorrow."

"It was nice meeting you, Jeremy." he nods "and I'll see you" I point at her "tomorrow at noon" then I make my way back to my table.

I take a seat back at my table and Bonnie is staring at something… I follow her eyes and BOOM they land on Jeremy Gilbert. Jeremy is gazing straight back at her.

"Put your tongue away Bon bon, you're drooling" I say and her snaps back towards me.

"What?" she starts wiping at her mouth "Do you have to be such a douche?"

"You like what you see over there… the Gilbert boy? I wouldn't waste your time if he's anything like his sister then…" I trail off not quite sure where the fuck I was going with that.

"I-I wasn't looking at him… shut up. Anyway I'm not the one handing out assignments to reporters to get them in bed" she spits.

"Woah, I told you it's not like that" I look over at Elena and I catch her looking at me, she turns her head quickly "It's totally professional" I smile.

I've only seen Elena once before yesterday at Stefan's little birthday get together. I noticed her straight away, her long legs, banging body, long dark chocolate colored hair and then her big beautiful brown eyes… ohh and her smile is gorgeous when she actually cracks one which is rare, and your one lucky bastard if you see it. I couldn't take my eyes from her all night she had a royal blue dress on that was cut just above the knee and I can't say that I didn't just wanna take her in a dark corner, hitch the dress up and take her right there against the wall. She looked breath taking and still does even now sat in the diner wearing black dress pants and a blue button down.

"So that's Katherine and Elena's brother then? Good looking family." Bonnie says while totally eye fucking the Gilbert boy again.

"Bonnie… either take your skinny little, pert, round ass over there and talk to Jeremy or squeeze your fucking knees together and flick your bean when you get home… but choose quickly you're putting me of my meal." I say tucking into my "Shelly's baked macaroni and cheese" It's the shit people.

"His name's Jeremy? Nice name suits him" she claims.

"Are you fucking serious Bonnie Bennett?" I mutter to her but she is too busy have some fucked up eye sex with Jeremy. My eye catches Elena again and I make a face referring to the two star crossed lovers and she shrugs and smiles at me. I smile a genuine smile back to her.

I managed to get my agent/eye fuck extraordinaire to finish her lunch and as we stood up to leave Jeremy made his move and swooped in asking her if he could take her out sometime. Of course she giggled, agreed and then exchanged numbers. I must admit I've never seen Bonnie like that over a guy before… I mean no disrespect to my awesome agent when I say she usually sleeps with them and doesn't talk to them again let alone look at them… the Gilbert boy must have it! Whatever it may be.

I find myself at a loss for the rest of the day, I'm always so busy that I don't particularly find myself to able to just hang out and do nothing. My mind starts to wonder to Elena yet again and that's when a plan invades my brain. Elena will probably… no most definitely find this week stressful working with me, being with me all day every day so I call my uncle Joe and told him I would be arriving in Mystic Falls on Friday and would be leaving again on Saturday evening.

What better way is there for Elena to find out about the real me other than to take her to where it all started? I just know she'll love Mystic Falls so maybe that will be the breakthrough I need. I know the founder's council is having a barbeque on the Saturday… I can take her there; there is loads of history at the founders hall that I know she will love to read up on.

Now, you may be thinking to yourself, 'Damon, isn't it a little far-fetched to think that after spending one week with you then Elena will see the error of her ways and fall into your bed?' But for once it wasn't about that. If that were to happen it would be an awesome perk, but for now getting her to change her opinion of me was the ultimate goal.

And it seemed that I would go through great lengths to achieve it.

My cell phone rings and interrupts my reflective state.

"Damon Salvatore." I answer without looking at the caller id.

"Video camera or no?" says the voice on the other end. I shoot up in my seat on my couch. The voice is full of business and authority, but it's a beautiful voice none the less.

"Um, excuse me?" I ask.

"Well, I'm to follow you around all week. Some people might prefer to have it recorded on tape." Elena explains. "It would end up on the website in the video section, in addition to my piece in the paper."

"Hmm" I hadn't actually thought about that.

"It's your choice" she assures me.

"What do you suggest, Gilbert?"

She sighs. "I feel like people would appreciate the article more, but that's just my opinion."

"Well, there it is. Your word is law around here." I can't keep the smile off my face.

"If you say so" I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Wait. How'd you get my number?" I ask, curiously "Not that I mind or anything."

"Oh, you mean the number that I should've had yesterday? Stefan gave it to me." She sounds a bit irritated.

"Oh." I relax into my position in the couch again.

"And now you have mine. Alright Damon, Tomorrow… my place noon sharp. You got it?"

I scoff. "Yes, Sergeant Gilbert."

I hear her suck her teeth before she hangs up.

Okay, so I had my work cut out for me Elena is going to be a tough cookie to crack, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

I think.

I mean how hard can it be to show her what a genuine, caring man I really am and not the fame hungry, pussy searching playboy that she thinks I am.

Well only time will tell my friends… and tomorrow will be the start of something beautiful… I hope.

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