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I feel like a hero, and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
And I feel a weakness coming on, never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown, and then you turned me around.

"Miss Gilbert—we are at your car," he smiles shaking her softly to wake her up. His smirk was cold and conflicted.

Elena's eyes flickered open slowly. "Oh. Thank you, Damon," she sighed in a yawn. Elena felt groggy as she was awakened by Damon.

"Are you alright?" he questioned in a caring voice.

"I'm great," she lied hoping Damon wouldn't catch on.

"Do you want me to accompany you to your house?" he suggested. His offer was sweet, but the vulnerable side of Elena came out.

"Why?"

"You seem like you need me to make sure the monsters under your bed don't get you tonight," he smirked trying his best to make light of the situation.

Elena couldn't help it. She liked that idea. 'Salvatore as in savior' rang in her ear. She bit her bottom lip, debating what she should do. It wasn't something she was up to—having a guy over- especially the evil man who was trying to rip her company apart. She admitted to herself first off that she was scared of Derek.

"Sure, why not?" she smiled.

"Good. I will follow you, is that alright?" he asked in a stern tone.

"That sounds good," she murmured to his question.

It was probably at the most, two minutes to her house. She got in her car and started the ignition. Elena looked quickly around to see if an intruder was anywhere in sight. As she drove up on the side of where her condominium was, she looked in her rear-view mirror to see Damon drive up right behind her.

She turned the car off and sighed. Elena grabbed her clutch bag and pushed her door to close.

He nodded beeping his car. "Is your car locked?" he questioned.

"Yes, Damon," she murmured.

"Good." She felt his presence behind her as she unlocked the door. It was a warm aura. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. She opened the door unveiling her huge condominium.

"Wow," he complimented, "this is really nice." He gazed around shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You want any coffee or tea or something?" she offered walking into the kitchen.

"What are you having?" he asked.

"European style coffee," she answered.

"Sounds good," he smiled continuing to glance around. "I would love a cup."

She watched him carefully, after she preset the coffee to brew. He was handsome tonight. His hair was roughed up, and his top buttons on his shirt were undone. She cocked her head gently, as she rested on the edge of the counter top.

She heard the buzzard on the Keurig go off. She hurried up to get it, as Damon continued to stand around glancing inside her condo. "How do you take your coffee?" she questioned.

"Black, please," he acknowledged, just like clockwork.

Soon after Elena handed him the coffee cup filled to the top. "You don't have to stay," she sighed as he accepted the cup.

"Do you want me to stay?" he retorted.

She bit her lip again. She needed to stop doing that around him. It took her too long to answer, and he knew it.

"I'll sleep on the couch," he pointed bluntly. He was so quick to make decisions, she never saw it coming.

"Damon, you don't—" She sighed, but soon got cut off by his velvet, soothing voice.

"I insist. You need someone here," he shrugged.

"I do not," she pushed out the sentence. Elena felt her eyebrows narrow in disagreement.

"Miss Gilbert, do not argue with me." He was being pushy again; the controlling part of him began to come out.

Elena sighed in frustration. "Fine, you can stay." How did she cave so quickly? He was like a drug. Something she couldn't stand, but felt like she needed it.

His icy blue stare met hers. "Good. I'm glad you agree." He still had every ounce of arrogance in his voice. It drove her nuts.

"I'm going to bed, help yourself to anything, just don't burn my condo down," she laughed.

"I won't, babe," he yelled back to her picking up the remote from the coffee table. "Goodnight, Miss Gilbert," he continued in his velvety voice.

She halted to a dead stop in the middle of the hallway. "Goodnight, Damon."

Elena woke up the next morning with the same routine. Only this time she smelt freshly brewed coffee and breakfast. She furrowed her eyebrows, and walked down the hallway, squinting to see what was going on.

There he stood—in her kitchen cooking breakfast. His white shirt was undone, and his sleeves were rolled up. Elena was speechless. He took her breath away. Damon Salvatore: jerk of jerks, the biggest dick in the business industry; was taking her breath away. She watched from afar as he flipped pancakes like a pro, and prepared eggs surprisingly to her liking. She cocked her eyebrow, walking toward him.

"Good morning, Elena," he purred. His voice was captivating; actually everything about Damon was.

She smiled. "Good morning, Damon," she answered. He continued cooking as she continued to talk. "It's 6:30, what is the meaning of this?" she demanded.

He shrugged as if it was nothing. "I like breakfast in the morning."

"So the shark is cooking, and being a decent soul; you don't see that every day. That is very surprising," she joked.

"Ha, ha, ha-what are you going to do about it? Stick it on YouTube and show everyone I cook?" Sarcasm bled through so prominent in that comment. He was an expert at flirting though; he had her already putty in his hands.

She glared at him. "You're an ass."

"Where are you going?" he asked as she began to walk away.

"I'm going to go and take a shower. I need to get ready for work."

He shrugged, "Fine."

"And where did you get eggs and milk? I do not supply those in this kitchen," she asked turning around to view him staring at her.

"Well, while you were sleeping; I ran down the street, went home, took a shower, got dressed, and came back all before sleepyhead woke up," he laughed.

"Then how'd you get back in?" she said outraged.

"Someone left their house key on the table," he sang to her.

"I'll let you off this time," she scolded playfully.

"Or what, Miss Gilbert?" he questioned.

Elena rolled her eyes and ignored him. He was so full of shit. She could only imagine what he had up his sleeves. Taking her home…. Staying with her…. Breakfast? Was he planning something? A sneak attack on her company—or was he just being a person? She walked down to her room, quickly picking out something to wear, and went for the bathroom.

She hurried back out of the bathroom to find Damon sitting on a bar stool eating. She carried her stilettos with her, and dropped them quickly on the floor. "You have really outdone yourself, Mr. Salvatore," she complimented.

"What can I say? I love to cook. It's a hobby of mine, I don't get to do it enough," he shrugged in an honest tone. "Well, what are you waiting for? Grab a plate and eat up," he said taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Ok," she nodded in somewhat of excitement, grabbing a plate.

"So, what is going on today? Something big you got planned for the company?" she questioned digging into the remainder of scrambled eggs, and grape jelly.

He finished chewing his last bite of eggs and placed his fork down. "Just thought we could have some breakfast," he smiled.

She glared. "Do you think I am an idiot, Damon? You have got to be up to something."

He shrugged getting up with his plate and placing it in the dishwasher. "I am not up to anything," he laughed.

She cocked an eyebrow in disgust. "Sure, and what makes you so sure I believe that?" She questioned him quickly not holding anything back. They were close enough to touch.

"Miss Gilbert, you have far too much tension in your system towards me," he whispered.

She stared intensely in his eyes. "What do you want, Salvatore? What is your motive?"

"I'm going to fire some people-who deserve it," he muttered.

"You are going to do what? We don't need to shrink this company; we are going to shrink it to its doom. Who let you make all the decisions again?" she choked in a yelling manner.

"I believe that person was you, Miss Gilbert," he murmured as they became inches apart from each other. His icy glare met her doe eyes.

She clenched her teeth together in anger toward him. "You must rank 'biggest dick' in this business world don't you?" she yelled.

"Always have to throw your opinion in there, don't you?" he retorted. She began to walk away, as he grabbed her in his grasp.

"Let me go," she ordered, trying her best to escape his grip.

He let out a dry laugh. "I don't think so, because you feel it," he murmured.

"Feel what—I feel nothing," she answered defensively.

He sighed. "You are something, Miss Gilbert." She shook her head in disgust. Suddenly, as if it was waves crashing against her; he placed his hands around the back of her neck and kissed her passionately.

Elena was in her own world. It was passionate, and rough. Pull away, Elena. He is nothing but trouble to you. He wants to rip your company apart. He's an ass! She told herself, but instead of listening to her head, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Elena kissed him back, he bit her lip and she let out a small moan.

"Damon," she reprimanded in between a soft kiss.

He pulled her close, setting her on the bar and kissing her continuously. It was a mind-blowing kiss. Damon pulled away and took a breath.

"Tension gone?" he questioned.

What kind of question was that? The kiss did absolutely nothing but make her damn sure she wanted more. "I still can't stand you," she scoffed which made Damon chuckle.

"Should we head to work now?" she breathed. Elena could feel her heart rapidly beating. It killed her-the feelings for him.

"Fuck work, we are the presidents, we can be late," he muttered.

She felt her body jerk staring into his piercing blue eyes. Elena grabbed her plate of half-eaten food and walked into the kitchen, scraping the rest into the bin before bending down to put her dishes into the dishwasher along with his. She was still reeling from his touch, and frowned deeply at the thought that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her tension was by no means gone; it was doubled.

Distracted with her thoughts, she did not hear him come up behind her, and before she knew it she was trapped in his hold; his arms around her waist and his head dipped to place kisses along the line of her neck.

"Elena," He groaned against her neck, sending tingling vibrations across her skin, "You don't have the slightest idea of what you do to me. Walking around in your tight clothing and smart mouthing…"

He continued to press kisses against her skin, and Elena was slowly becoming delirious with the pleasant feeling of his lips against her flesh, his hands, which had now started to roam her body, gripped her in a possessive nature; as if they couldn't touch or mark enough of her to be satisfied.

The feel of his apparent arousal pressed against her shook her slightly from her fogging thoughts.

"Damon, no…we shouldn't-" her speech was breathy, and he interrupted her before she could finish.

"Shh…" He whispered to her, continuing to assault her senses with his sensual touch.

"But…" This time, she interrupted herself my letting out a surprised yelp as Damon nipped playfully at her flesh. It sent sparks flying through her body, and before she could stop herself she sighed and leant further into his touch.

He chuckled deeply, and turned her head slightly to see a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh Elena, your mouth says no but your body says yes."

He spun her in his arms, and even as she shook her head at him one final time, even she knew the battle had already been fought and conquered and as usual Damon won. His lips crashed over hers, and Elena responded without further coaxing; she opened her mouth and to let him in, and his tongue easily won the battle for dominance. Elena fought for it, but she knew that in this department, Damon would always get what he wanted.

She moaned; feeling what he was offering to her. It was a new experience; sure she had sexual encounters with past lovers, but this one was different. He took immediate control and could care less if she enjoyed it or loathed it.

Before Elena knew it, she had run into the tall bar-like table. The pain in her waist attacked, but she simply ignored it. She kissed him passionately as they traveled down the hall to the bedroom, knocking into the tight hallway occasionally.

Damon continued to kiss on her lips, trailing every inch of her face.

"Kiss me again," she ordered, "but this time, on my neck."

He leaned down on the bed to kiss her, caging her with his strong arms on the California King bed. Damon trailed her neck leaving kisses behind, but soon creating a hickey on her neck.

She knew one thing was sure; his feelings were abstracted; distracted... He wanted Elena and he had her just where he wanted. She didn't know whether she was frightened or turned on by this. Her emotions were stirred. Elena had no idea what to do now.

In the spur of the moment, it was happening. She was having sex with her boss Damon Salvatore. The most ruthless man in the business industry, and she was adoring every bit of it. Her heart continued to race as he took full control of what they were in to.

"Damon…" she moaned.

That was it. She had officially given in to Damon Salvatore. Everything he did was an addiction. She wanted to stay away, but knew she couldn't. She fixed her outfit, as he lied on the bed. There was silence. He pulled her close, and kissed her.

Damon gazed into her eyes, hypnotizing Elena in every way possible. "You're beautiful," Damon cooed.

"You're not a sight for the sore eye either," she nodded.

"You want me to drive?" he asked slipping his jacket on also and beginning to redo his tie.

Elena smiled at him and began to retie it. "Sure, why not? Carpool, go green, save gas," she said walking away from him. As Elena finished her sentence, she noticed she was out of it. Her mind was wandering away as quick as she could stare into his eyes, watching him buttoning his shirt.

Gathering her things for work, she had almost forgotten to fix her hair. That's another thing to gather… her thoughts. Elena stared into the mirror, and glanced at her neck seeing the newly formed hickey. "Salvatore," she scolded walking over to him playfully.

"Yes, dear?" he whispered tying his shoes.

"A hickey?" she asked continuing to glance at it.

He smiled playfully and grabbed her beige scarf from off the bed. "That's what these are for," he said in a matter-of-factly tone wrapping it around her neck.

"What time is it?" she question looking up in his eyes.

"Nine-ish."

"Shit. We are late," she said with uneasiness.

The infamous smirk crosses his face as he continued buttoning his shirt, as he walked up to her to pull her close. "I don't mind being late, do you?"

"Not right now."

"Good," he whispered in approval. After he finished the last two buttons near his collar, he smiled turning to Elena. "Well let's head out then," she shrugged grabbing her purse and keys.

Damon had put a spell on her. She couldn't fight it anymore-it didn't make sense.

They arrived on the appropriate floor, suddenly greeted by Caroline. "Morning, Mr. Salvatore. Good morning Elena."

"Good morning, Miss Forbes," he greeted her back. "Such a lovely day, isn't it?" he grinned headed to his office.

"Why are you late 'Lena?" she questioned in an uneasy tone.

"Woke up late," Elena lied bluntly, but quickly.

"And since when do you and Damon arrive at the same time?" Caroline asked taking a sip of her Starbucks coffee.

"Met on the way up," Elena lied again. It wasn't that big of a deal. Elena knew little white lies wouldn't hurt anyone. The struggle to keep it in was tempting though. She wanted to tell her best friend, but she knew Caroline's mouth would sink ships.

"I know you are lying, it's too simple to see."

"Shut up, Caroline there's nothing to going on here," she talked through her teeth leaning over the counter.

"Ooh, boy and girl, right?" she waggled her eyebrows.

Elena threw her hands up. "I have work to do."

As she arrived in her office, she headed towards her chair. Elena threw her purse on the table, and finally sat down in her chair pulling out paperwork. Elena heard a peck on the door, seeing it was Caroline.

Caroline was not going to give it up. She would not stop until she found out.

"Is there a problem?" Elena sighed glancing up at Caroline.

"Spill; I know you are hiding dirty little secrets from me!" Caroline slightly raised her voice.

Elena scoffed. "Me? Hiding secrets from you?"

"Something happened. I know it did, Damon wore that suit yesterday, and if he's anything like me, he takes pride in what he wears," she rebutted. Fuck. She was right. Damon's fashion sense showed a part of who he was. He had the sharpest suits a businessman could ever dream of.

"Calm down, Care. Nothing happened."

"I'm not leaving until you tell me," she announced crossing her arms.

Elena glared. Really? This had to happen this way.

"Me and Damon..."

"Yes?" Caroline's eyes widened. Caroline was acting like a little child who was about to get a lollipop. Elena rolled her eyes at her insistent 'yes.'

"…had sex this morning," she finished her sentence slowly nodding her head.

Caroline gasped, covering her mouth. "You guys did what?" she yelled.

"Care! Shut up. Seriously if he hears you-" Elena laughed. Her best friend was the biggest drama queen ever.

"Look at bad girl, Elena, having sex with her dick of a co-president."

Elena gaped, but held back what her thoughts were. "It's not like that," she whispered.

"I know you too well, 'Lena. You two like each other, and for once in a very long time; you are glowing, Elena Gilbert." Caroline sighed. "Who would have thought that jackass would make you happy..."

She immediately wanted to change the conversation. It was bothering her. Caroline pointing out things that Elena didn't want to realize right now. "I have business to take care of, Caroline. If you don't mind," Elena said pushing her best friend out her door.

Elena found herself suddenly engrossed in her work. It was something she hadn't done in a long time, but today she could probably say she was inspired. There were plenty of things for Elena to do today. Like… set up new meetings, get more manuscripts, call up hopeful authors for a chance at the big time, and plan the next party.

It was planned out - her whole day! Nothing could change this… But then there was a playful peck on her glass door, and a quick entrance from the man himself.

"Hey babe," he smiled peeking his head into her door.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Salvatore, would you like to come in?" she asked quietly gesturing him a seat.

His bedhead was gorgeous. The floppy locks were messy, and she found herself trapped in a gaze with his hair. She shook her feeling immediately. "Sure," he smiled finding the seat in front of her, and crossing his left leg over his knee.

"Just wanted to let you know, I have fired some of the employees, basically the ones who have not shown improvement over their time here, and have successfully failed in not doing anything," he chuckled in all seriousness.

Her mind was grimace. She had either watched her father hire this group of unfortunates, or she hired them herself. It was disheartening in a way. "Why…" she managed to stutter out.

"Simple. This company needs the best of the best. Not much to it. I am simply taking the bad things out of it, and making it spotless of mistakes," he explained briefly. She sighed with the feeling of pain for her co-workers she had grown to love and cherish.

"Okay, Damon." she exhaled.

He tilted his head in a confused motion. "Is something wrong?"

"Just watching the shark at work…"

He cocked an eyebrow and chuckled slightly. "The Shark—Are we still using that nickname for me?"

She shook her head no and sighed. "It's just who you are —that's all."

"Well, if you insist. I'm not all bite you know?" he smirked. She found herself biting her lip.

"Besides that…Why did you want to speak with me?" she questioned changing the subject.

He drummed his fingers on his knee. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. I need you to finish up the last two for me. I have a very important phone conference to take care of, before I end the day, and I'd like to finish it now."

"Oh." She could even hear the surprise in her voice. "That's fine. I'll go take care of those two…"

"Great. Thank you so much, 'Lena. I owe you," he laughed as he smiled walking out of her office. She took a breath out as he finally left. It was hard to catch her breath around him. Suddenly, she heard the door open again. "By the way, you look beautiful today."

She flushed with a grin full of life. "Thank you, Damon."

"I'm going to a conference call, Miss Forbes. Call the last guy listed," she heard Damon say softly as Elena walked to the conference room catching a glimpse of his glance toward her.

Elena made her way to the conference room, awaiting the last person to be terminated from Miranda & Co. She sat in the chair that Damon sat in. Elena caught a whiff of his faint cologne that was stained to his jacket. Elena smiled. Then that moment was taken away from her as Derek entered the room.

Elena gulped, pushing her feelings aside. She was terrified, being left in a room all by herself with Derek Vince. He had so many reasons to be hated by her.

"Please, have a seat."

He grinned devilishly sitting down across from Elena. "What's this about?"

She breathed, "Your departure from this company."

"What?" he snapped. "It was that fucking Salvatore wasn't it? Or was it because you can't fight those feelings for me..." He got up from his seat.

She was startled by him, trying her best to show she wasn't scared of him. "We are letting you go," she said bluntly in a final answer.

"It's me isn't it, Elena?" he whispered leaning over the table.

Elena pushed back slightly, trying to move herself away from Derek. He was assertive, and she wasn't sure what he was capable of doing.

"What are you getting at?" she asked simply.

"You want me, don't you? And I am just always here, and a temptation."

She gasped, trying to think hastily of the next thing coming.

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