Chapter 7: Urgent

When it started out, it was just a day. But NOW, it was one of 'those' days. Not a good day, but not a bad day either. There was nothing to brag about unfortunately. It had begun with her being a clutz and showing herself up to her boss, but what was new in the world of Elena? The day was going by gradually at the start, but now it had started going pretty quick. It was already 1 'o'clock which was bliss for Elena, since she got off at 6. So it was all working out for her, considering she had spent majority of the day being drunk.

And now the unfortunate evil began creeping through her, which some people refer to as a hangover. It was beginning to kick in from the lack of drink she had poured into her gut within the last 3 hours. The worse thing about the hangover, was ALL the symptoms that happened to tag along with it. Unlucky for her, the symptoms were starting and she wanted to die. You had the dehydration, the spinning of the room, the marching band playing out of tune in her head and the pit of sick lying in her stomach. The four worse signs. She knew she was fucked and that she would have to suffer the consequences for her actions. It was stupid to drink when she knew she had to be at work, ESPECIALLY when she knew she was going to be dealing with Damon Salvatore.

Pushing herself up from the couch, a whine left her lips as she rubbed her hands over her face, groaning in annoyance when the shrilling noise of the phone sprung through her ears. Was everyone out to get her? Moving over to the desk, she leaned against it and slowly lifted the phone to her ear, hoping the phone call to be quick and short. She just wanted to get back to the couch and die in peace, maybe sleep until she had to go home. No one would know.

"Elena Gilbert, Personal Assistant to Damon Salvatore, how may I help you?" Elena called into the phone, putting on her best cheerful tone as she possibly could.
"How are you feeling?" His voice cooed through the phone as she cradled the phone closer to her ear, her eyes drifting shut from the soothing sound of his voice. So calm and relaxed.
"Have you...EVER had a hangover?" She asked rhetorically as she licked her lips, her throat growing dry with each passing second. She needed ANOTHER drink.

"I believe I have had my fair share Miss Gilbert." Damon answered with a husky chuckle, "Are you doing anything right now?"
"You mean YOUR work? No, I'm not doing it. I finished it, well...some of it an hour ago. Just lying on the couch and enjoying my day at work." She told him with a soft smile.
"Well, would you like to come to my office and use MY couch?" He questioned, lifting an eyebrow as a breath left her mouth.
"When I can just lie on my couch?" Elena raised an eyebrow, playing with her hair.
"Well, is there someone who will keep you company, hmm?" He grinned as she sighed.
"You win, I'll be there in a second." Putting the phone down, she stretched.

The man couldn't get any more amazing in her books. To be fair, his couch was more comfortable and she knew she wouldn't be disturbed in there because he was taking all of the calls and working. It would be nice to have some company too. Turing her Mac off, she picked up her cardigan and bag and walked out, flicking the lights off. Today couldn't get any better in her books, but then again, that was personal opinion. Walking down the hall, she rubbed her arms, feeling a breeze and shivered. Boy did she HATE winter. Shaking her head, she gave a smile to Nancy and opened the door to Damon's office, walking in as she closed it over.

"Yeah Martin, that's fine. The meeting will be tomorrow as normal," Drumming his fingers against the desk, he looked at his computer, "The proposal will be drawn out then. Goodbye."
"Business as usual?" Elena asked, wandering over to the couch as she dropped her bag and fell onto the couch with an 'ompf'.
"Yup, people wanting to bargain with my company's as normal." Getting up, he moved around his desk and walked over, sitting on the edge of the couch, "Dying?"
"Terribly." She answered, pushing her hair back as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

"That's what happens when you drink into early hours of the morning, knowing you had work pretty girl." Damon told her, stroking his knuckles along her cheek lightly.
"I know, I'm stupid. I shouldn't have done it." She replied with a whisper, his touch relaxing her.
"Mmhm...very stupid." He murmured, stroking her hair back from her face as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, "But you won't do it again, will you?"
"You can bet your life on it, trust me." Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at him, his blue eyes shining with amusement as she brushed her lips against his with a smile.

"Hmm, you're going to be an interruption now, aren't you?" Damon asked, his finger running over her jaw as she blushed, a glint in her eyes.
"I won't be an interruption if you keep your hands to yourself." Elena warned him as a smirk grazed his lips.
"Oh, you love my mind-blowing orgasms, especially in public places." He told her with a chuckle as she rolled her eyes, wacking his shoulder softly.
"That was mean." She told him with a grin.

"Tit for that. My bed skills were insulted and I had to prove that it wasn't the case." Damon gave her a look as she blushed again, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Well if you do that every time I insult your skills in the bedroom, I'd be happy to oblige." She responded with a laugh.
"Cheeky." He told her, poking her nose as he heard his phone ringing, "Ah, work calls. Be good and shh."

Getting up, he moved back over to his desk as she grinned and buried her face into the pillow, feeling comfort spread over her. Letting out a breath, she closed her eyes and listened to Damon talking on the phone. His voice was like a melodic angel. So nice and peaceful, unless he was having a rant at someone, but then again his scolding voice was sexy as fuck. Licking her lips, she opened an eye watching him. The way he narrowed his eyes, trying to concentrate as he talked to the person on the phone, the way his jaw clenched when he was in deep thought. Her eyes ran over him as she let out a breath. Why was he such a god? Licking her lips, an idea crossed her mind as she smirked. Payback is a bitch after all.

Pushing herself up from the couch, she slipped her heels off and walks towards the desk with a grin on her face. Damon looked from the computer and to her with confusion as he raised an eyebrow and then turned his attention back to the computer. Watching him closely, she seen the distress in his features and smirked, nodding. She knew what she had to do.

"Yes, I get that. I heard you the first time, but that doesn't make sense! I'm looking at the numbers in front of me!" Damon told them, aggravated as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Closing his eyes, he let out a breath. One of these days, he was going to spiral and go hunting down the motherfuckers who were telling him how to do his job. Leaning his head back, he waited for the guy to come back on the phone when he felt hands on his thighs. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes, his orbs growing two sizes as he seen Elena on her knees in front of him.

"Lena, what are you doing?" Damon questioned, going to sit forward, but she pushed him back and held him firmly in the chair causing him to lift an eyebrow.
"Giving you some relief." She replied with mischief and a smirk.
"Ah ah, on the phone." He told her, "Yes I'm still here, what the hell do you think I'm doing?" He questioned the person on the other end of the phone.
"Makes it more fun." Elena murmured to herself, reaching forward quickly, thankful he only had a zip and dragged it down, before reaching her hand inside the elastic of his boxers.

"Uh, I wouldn't know about that." He replied as his breath hitched and he looked down at Elena, giving her a look.
"Whaaa?" She asked innocently as she reached inside, wrapping her fingers around his member, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his grip tightened on the phone.
"Uh huh, still here." His breath came out rasped as she removed him from the hold of his pants and pressed her lips to the tip, her tongue touching slightly, "Fuck...uh...nothing."

Grinning, Elena wrapped her lips around the head of his member and sucked as a hiss slipped through his lips and his hand fisted into her hair. Taking more of him into her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking as if her life depended on it. She didn't do this, it wasn't her thing, but Damon was just to hard to resist. He was just calling for her and she wasn't denying him.

It was peaceful. Not a sound. No worries, no cares. No nagging thoughts. Just peace. Dreamworld was amazing, such a beautiful place. Was always beyond anyone's imagination, waking up was the bitch, especially when your dream was just getting good. Light began fogging into her mind, against her vision. Noises were blurring through her ears. Opening her eyes, she blinked a few times, trying to adjust to her location. Where was she? Lifting her head, she winced and rubbed her neck, feeling pain run down her spine. Hmm, sleeping wrong again.

Looking around, she bit her lip, seeing she was in Damon's office, on his couch. Hmm, how did that work out? Lying her head back down, she turned on her back, trying to remember the events of the day. Lifting her head, she seen no sign of Damon and resumed her previous situation. She had time anyway. So, Damon was on the phone and she decided to surprise him with a mind fuck blow job to which he couldn't stop talking about after he got off the phone. They were then making out on the couch, when he said he had some things to do. Ta da, then she went to sleep. Now it all made sense.

"Uh." Pushing herself up, she lifted her bag and made her way to his private bathroom and rubbed her eyes. Boy did she feel beat. Looking in the mirror, she frowned. It was worse than she thought.
"Elena?" Damon called out as he stepped into the office and didn't see her anywhere.
"Just in the bathroom!" Elena called, getting her toothbrush out as she brushed her teeth, making sure they were clean and moved on to fixing her hair and make up.
"How was your sleep?" He questioned, pulling his suit jacket off as he hung it on the back of his chair, running his fingers through his hair.
"Peaceful." She replied, stepping out of the bathroom after she was done, "How was your...stuff to take care of?"
"It was good, good stuff." Walking over, he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, pressing his lips against hers as she made a small noise of surprise.

"Mmhm...what was that for? Not that I'm complaining." She rubbed her hands up his chest, fiddling with his tie.
"I'm pretty sure you interrupting it was complaining." He told her with a smirk as he pressed his lips against her shoulder.
"Oh shut up." Elena laughed and kissed his jaw, pulling away and looked him over, "Should you not be working or something, instead of fondling your P.A huh?"

"My P.A was looking to be fondled after the stunt that she pulled today." Damon told her, his eyes darkening as he recalled the memory.
"Oh you loved it, stop acting as if it were the worlds worst thing." Elena scolded him with a smirk.
"Worlds worse thing? It was the best thing. I just wish the first time you hadn't sucked me off was in my office, talking to a dick who didn't know the meaning of agreements."
"I made the conversation a WHOLE lot better Salvatore." Holding her bag close, her eyes flickered over to the clock, "I'm off for the day."
"That you are. I will see you tomorrow?" Damon questioned, lifting an eyebrow as she gave him a smile.
"You can count on it." Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she looked up at him, "Enjoy the rest of your day."

Walking out, she was beaming. Everything was perfect. She was sleeping with a god who she happened to work for. She had friends who loved her. Her job was fun and she could never tire of it. She felt like she was walking on cloud nine, the feeling was immense. Little did she know, the next day would bring her happiness crashing down.

Flying through her pile of work that had been left on her desk, she back tracked and checked it over, making sure there were no mistakes and they were all up to date and in the computer system. Damon would need all these for his meetings and clients, she didn't want to hold him up now, god knows what he would do. Leaning back in her chair, she looked through her emails on the computer and licked her lips, one catching her eyes from Caroline.

Subject: URGENT

Frowning, she went to click on it, but was interrupted by the phone ringing. Turning away from the computer, she lifted it and held it to her ear as she took a sip of her drink, sitting beside her on the table.

"Elena Gilbert, Personal Assistant to Damon Salvatore." Elena greeted with a smile as she drummed her fingers on the table.
"Hey minx, would you mind running up to my office? There's someone I'd like you to meet and PLEASE bring my work. I've asked three times you lazy girl." He teased with a smirk.
"I'll be right on it sir, don't get your panties in a twist." Hanging the phone up, she knocked her emails off. It would have to wait until later.

Lifting the pile of papers into her arms, she walked out, using her foot to pull the door shut as she buckled slightly, trying to keep her balance. That's it, land on the floor, break a hip. Shaking her head, she made her way down the hall, smiling at passing people. She was really getting to know people in the office, they were lovely and easy to get along with. Looking at Nancy, she smiled as she returned it.

"All that work for Mr Salvatore?" Nancy asked with curious eyes as Elena nodded, letting out a breath.
"You bet, he demands that I bring it immediately." The brunette rolled her eyes, grinning as Nancy laughed and pressed the button, buzzing the door open.

"Go on through and...good luck with that." She nodded at the pile of paper as she laughed and walked into the room, turning her back to the office as she closed the door.
"Hey Damon, I got all of your work." Elena turned and froze, her heart jumping into her throat as bile began to bubble in her stomach.
"Lena, hey!" Damon grinned and looked over at her as his eyes returned back to the person beside him, "Elena this is Stefan, my brother."
"Nice to meet you Elena." Her name stuck on his lips as a smirk curved on his mouth.

She was fucked.

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry it took so long, just getting back on my feet again, hope you enjoy it :) And have a nice christmas if I don't put another chapter on soon! :D

Shauna

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