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Chapter III

Damon should have been reticent to pursue Bonnie, but he felt more motivated than he had ever remembered. In his mind he rationalized that his enthusiasm was fueled by gaining what he'd always desired with Elena, a family. Bonnie is just a woman he will heal with his attentions, nothing else. With that being said, he sought out Matt to see the outcome of his tour with the lovely Caroline Forbes. She was his first co-star and a lovely but neurotic soul. All the same and ironically, Caroline is someone Damon holds very dear to his heart. No one messes with his pseudo sister.

Matt was waiting in the foyer when Damon approached. A satisfied smile decorated his face. Damon questioned his countenance but quickly dismissed it once Matt spoke. "This chateau is even more amazing than I thought. How did you know that Caroline Forbes is my favorite? She is so down to earth I didn't even know how to talk to her, instead I just listened attentively as she spoke about this history and architecture." Matt rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Perhaps it was a turn off, but I told her she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." His eyes shone with sincerity. "No offense to your wife but some gentlemen really do prefer blondes."

Damon nodded acknowledging Matt's confession. The truth is, he could care less what Matt's type is, what he is interested in is how he can use his slowly budding friendship with the blonde to further his goals. "Caroline is like a sister to me and all jokes aside, she may be in the industry, but she is a lady through and through." Damon had no problem with leveraging his relationship with Caroline to obtain his ultimate goal.

"Just so you know, I plan on seducing her the old-fashioned way. I really believe she is waiting for the right, non-judgmental traditional man to sweep her off her feet. I don't want the approved word of someone close by. I want to win her over fair and square." Matt spoke dreamingly. Without trying, Matt earned some of Damon's respect. The porn king found his resolve admirable. He just hoped Matt wasn't opposed in helping him win Bonnie over. Damon is not nearly as honorable as Matt.

"Can you take me back to that Speakeasy? I have a conversation to resume." Damon demanded more than requested.

Matt could see the cogs moving around in Damon's head, but he'd be damned if he offered up his little sister as a sacrifice so he can get what he wants. The blonde Uber driver may seem naïve, but he is far from it. Bonnie and he are as thick as thieves and it would take a lot more than premium pussy to make him forget his loyalties. In Matts mind it was obvious that Damon had never grown up the hard way with drug addicts for parents and pimps for fosters. He would however let him fall down the rabbit hole.

"I can take you there, but as Bonnie's brother I must say…" Matt put his most menacing face on. "Don't take her lightly. She is worth her weight in the most rare and precious metal or gem." Matt may not be the most articulate man, but he did his best to get his message across.

"I see your position and I assure you, I will not mislead her. Anything that goes on between Bonnie and I will be completely and utterly transparent."

The elder Salvatore is more than ready to turn the brunette caramel beauty out and show her what she is really worth. He noticed how Niklaus cared for her, as much as he wanted to tell himself he was comfortable with leaving her in his more than capable hands after he is done with her, he couldn't. That thought alone should bother him, but he wouldn't allow it. Either way, Bonnie, no last name would be his and he would ruin her for every man she'd encounter in the future.

Matt nudged his head inviting Damon over to his car. The drive back to the Sweet n Low was rather uneventful. Matt opted this time to play Jimi Hendrix to fill the verbal silence. Purple Haze and Voodoo Child are two of Damon's favorite songs of all times and he was pleased to see that he and Matt share the same taste. Prior to leaving, Damon traded his hoodie, aviators, and fitted cap for a sleek black t-shirt, plush leather jacket, and snug dark washed blue jeans. His jeans left nothing to the imagination showing his very prominent dick print. He hoped to at the very least entice Bonnie with his physical appearance. Though he was sure it would take more than that to gain physical access, he knew the power in weakening the mental resolve as much as the physical.

Damon was surprised to find that had to wait in line to gain access to the Sweet n Low. Once he was inside he found the bar to be quite busy and the normally quiet Bonnie was surrounded by eligible suitors, all of which were more than happy to pay for a simple smile much more than any drink she could concoct. This Bonnie was not dressed as she was earlier in the day. Sure, she donned the baggy overalls, but where as before her tank was baggy as well, this time she had on a white and gold bustier that stopped just below her bust. She also wore beautiful strappy gold gladiator heels making her dwarfing 5'0 height to an enticing 5'4. Her face was highlighted with hints of luminous makeup. The nude gloss over her crooked smile enhanced her natural beauty. She wore very little jewelry, a simple pair of gold hoops, and a securely tucked necklace were the only visible pieces.

Bonnie felt his presence as soon as he entered the bar. It is quite unusual for her to feel a mere man's presence so prominently from such a distance. Damon Salvatore represents trouble. She doesn't need it, more so, she doesn't want it. Though she can't deny, a very tiny part of her wants him. She can't help it. Ever since Kai compared her with Elena Gilbert- Damon's wife- she obsessed over her films, most of them featuring Damon. The way he made love, no, not made love, the way he fucked her and any other female co star to ecstasy, made her curious. There is no denying the women who co-starred in his films never faked their orgasms, no, those were hard earned and served with a devious smile.

Bonnie did her research. Damon Salvatore is 10 inches long and 3 inches wide of pure passionate man. She knows he wants her, yet she isn't sure she can give him what he wants. Bonnie knows she's broken. Her many foster parents saw to that. Though Matt, Vicki, and Nik worked hard at erasing her emotional scars, Bonnie knew they would never go away. Her scars are part of her, they are etched in her skin as well as her psyche.

The attention of all the eligible young and old men at the bar should have been enough to distract her from the porn star in the corner, yet all it did was make her more aware of his presence. She relented and served him a double of the best bourbon in the house. She only offered him a brief smile before she moved on to the next patron. Bonnie knows that men like Damon have already been spoiled with attention and she had no reason to join his fan club. She wanted him to yield to her. If she is to give into him, he'd have to come on her terms, nothing more, nothing less.

Damon saw the tension in her stance, he reveled in it. He knows that it is a sign of her discomfort or inability to ignore him. He also saw how she made it a point not to pay him any attention. That, if nothing else, is a good sign; it shows the effect he has on her. He will capitalize on it.

The porn king patiently waited as patrons shuffled in and out. Several men tried and failed to get Bonnie's attention. He sat there impressed with her ability to charm and evade. Nik watched Damon from his office upstairs ready to intervene should his favorite girl show any sign of distress. He wasn't sure if he felt possessive or protective over Bonnie, the one thing he knew is he'd be damned if he'd let another man take her emotions for a joyride. Nik often contemplated whether or not he should explore what he feels a bit more. He buried his emotions out of fear of hurting her more than she already had been. He'd rather keep her whole than crack her already shaky foundation. To him, she is far more important than his feelings. The more he observed Damon, the more he knew, he'd have to intervene eventually.

As the night died down, Damon watched Bonnie straighten up. His constant gawking began to work her nerves. "Don't you have anything better to do? I mean, the bar is closing, and you've already finished two of my best bottles. Pay your check and go." Bonnie continued working. The handsome man smiles and silently joined Bonnie in cleaning up the bar hoping to engage her in conversation. At least that was the plan before the bain of his existence appeared. That person is the one and only Kol Mikaelson. One would think Elijah would be the sibling to intimidate him, but because Kol always prided himself in setting his own path and eventually became the most successful lawyer in Las Vegas, he is the one person who makes Damon feel inadequate.

There's something about legitimate, socially acceptable earnings that fills Damon with insecurities. Damon watched as Kol and Bonnies eyes lit up when their gazes met. Their connection is evident. Damon felt uneasy, yet something inside him provided him with much needed reassurance.

"Bonnie love, is your night nearly over? I want to take you to breakfast." Kol spoke in his panty melting English accent. The Mikaelsons are notorious for their exotic accents. Kol and his sister Rebecca's accents were the richest in the family. Of course, Nik wasn't one to be left behind.

Bonnie blushed excessively, she wanted to show Damon that she isn't easy which is why she sent Kol a text asking he come save her. Nik needn't get in the middle of her affairs, she owes him too much. Kol and his girlfriend Davina always have her back as does she, and one porn king is not going to stop that.

She put on her best performance hoping to crush Damon's confidence. "Kol, you know I always have time for you." Throwing her arms around the younger Mikaelson, Bonnie smiled inwardly. She saw as Davina threw her thumbs up from the corner of the Speakeasy.

One of the things that many don't know about her is that Davina is the one person who has been with her through her roughest times. The two girls braved a lot of storms together. Where Vicki and Matt took her out of her foster homes, Davina is her true sister within the system. That is the exact reason why she introduced Davina and Kol after meeting Nik. She knew they were perfect for each other. Kol with his devious side is also fiercely protective. He feels with such intensity that it makes him vulnerable. Under all the layers of snark, Kol has a huge heart. A heart she knows Davina will protect at all costs. The duo love trouble as much as they love to laugh. Bonnie heart warmed whenever she witnessed such love.

"Let me just finish here then we can go." Bonnie released Kol. Damon decided he'd lay it on thick. "BonBon, I can finish up here. You go ahead and entertain your little friend." There are two things Bonnie hates and that is unauthorized nick names and people making decisions for her without consent or privilege.

She turned to Kol. "Do you mind waiting for me outside? I need to handle something really quick." Kol knew that Damon overstepped, he almost felt bad for him, but then again, he didn't. Davina slipped out unnoticed and Kol joined her outside.

Once the coast was clear, Bonnie turned to Damon. She took a deep breath trying to calm her temper. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you have no right to make decisions for me or assign me a nickname. I know you may be used to some sort of sick hero worship, but you need to check that shit at the door. This…" She waved her hands to reference the bar. "… is my domain." She pointed at him. "You are a guest. Act accordingly or find some place else."

Her green eyes shined with intensity as she approached him. She stopped once they were inches apart. "I will not be one of your conquests. Stop trying to capitalize on the mistake I made with Kai. I'm not some damsel and I damn sure do not feel vulnerable." Jabbing her finger into his chest angrily she said, "Go home to your wife or one of you other whores."

She tried to turn away, but he grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her closer. Bonnie became anxious, she did want him to weaken her resolve. She could practically smell the bourbon from his breath. "Aren't we judgey?" He took a moment to undress her with his eyes slowly. Once his eyes reached her lips, he licked his own. Bonnie began to feel flustered. She attempted to get her body to do what her brain was telling it, and that is to run. Her body betrayed her. Damon wore a smug expression. "You should know, I don't give up easily." He brought his lips to her ear and held his position for a moment before he spoke. "Your fire is such a turn on." He whispered.

He took the hand he held captive and dragged it down to cup his rock-hard penis squeezing his hand over hers making sure to star from his sack all the way to the tip. Her breaths became erratic. A thin coat of sweat covered her flustered face as she swallowed nervously. She should have felt objectified, but all rational thought escaped her. His lips touched her ear once more. It took everything in her power not to moan. "I know you're wet for me. I can practically smell that sweet pussy of yours." Suddenly Bonnie paled and stiffened. Damon didn't notice as he caressed her neck with his nose.

Bonnie snapped out of the lust induced haze. She pulled him by his jacket and rammed her knee into his glorious tool. Damon was in excruciating pain, enough to make him angry until he saw the expression on her face. She looked petrified. "D..d.. ..oon't t..t..touch me!" Bonnie was on the verge of having a panic attack.

Damon tried to pull himself off the floor in an attempt to reassure her but then tears stared pouring from her eyes and she screamed, "Stay the fuck away from me. You will not touch me again." Her hands were flailing in the air defensively. He looked at her eyes a saw that she seemed to be somewhere else. "Stop touching me." She kept backing away. "I don't like it. I don't want this, please." She screamed louder. Her whole body shook.

Klaus flew out of his office. He felt an immense amount of rage when he saw the state Bonnie was in. He grabbed her face between his hands and soothingly said, "It's ok love. It's me Nik." Bonnie tried to wrestle out of his grip, but Nik wasn't having that. "Bonnie, look at me." He turned her towards him, so their eyes could meet. She slowly began to calm down. "That's right love. I'm here, you are here." She nodded her head and closed her eyes. "That's it." He brought her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her stroking her back lulling her back into her safe space. "I won't let anything happen to you." She sobbed into Nik's chest. It killed him to see her in such pain. As much as he wanted to kick Damon's ass, comforting Bonnie took precedent.

He looked over at the porn king and said icily, "You've overstayed your welcome." Damon didn't put up a fight as he got up and straightened himself out. As he approached the door he heard Nik say, "Stay the fuck away."

Damon rushed out of the Sweet n Low. He didn't know what happened. He tried to figure out what triggered her panic attack but came up blank. His guts twisted in a knot. That was not supposed to go like that. He only wanted to entice her not cause her pain. The porn king felt like kicking his own ass. Damon knew Bonnie was broken, but he didn't realize to what degree. He must atone, but first he had to figure out how. He decided to call it a day. He was about to hail a cab when his handsome face met Kol Mikaelson's fist. "What the fuck did you do to her?" To Damon's surprise he was hit with another fist, this fist however was dainty and small yet hurt just as much. "Stay the hell away from my sister you cretin!" A gorgeous brunette with the face of an angel screamed. Her eyes were wild, and her face was red. She pulled out a switchblade from her bra and lunged at him. Kol caught Davina before she was able to stab Damon. "Too many witnesses doll."

"I was just trying to get to know her. I had no idea…" was all Damon could say. They both understood yet they didn't care for the porn kings reasoning. Davina shook out of Kol's grasp and said to Damon, "Consider yourself lucky. You have been warned."