Long time no see! How are doing, buddies?
I am terribly sorry! My sis was having a baby and I was happily occupied with her. I am finally an aunt! *Happy Dance*
Here is the chapter…
Chapter 10: Tough Day!
"So, you are still not going to tell me what has been going on with you for the past five days?" Caroline finally bursts out after spending the morning shooting me suspicious glares.
"Huh?" I ask not bothering to raise my eyes from the laptop.
"Don't you dare play dumb with me" she points her nail polished finger on me accusingly. "You have been different for days and I'd like to know why"
"Good different or bad different?" still eyes on the screen.
"Just…different" she sighs with her infamous impatience. "I understand that you have had a hard time through the past year. And I also understand that Christian has been the lifeline you held on to, I am just not sure he is actually pulling you to the right shore"
"Caroline" I stop working, clasp my hands together and rest my chin on them. I give her the steadiest stare. "I'd appreciate it if you stop your little lecture about my husband's effect on my state" if only she knew that Christian has nothing to do with the change she is investigating.
"Fine" she narrows her eyes. "Now don't tell me that you forgot Bonnie's present"
"Oh, God. No" I let my head for in my hands dramatically.
"Oh My God" Caroline squeaks then stayed quiet for a second that I get worried. I remove a finger away to peck at her through my hand. She looks like she is about to have a stork…or one of her infamous Forbes storms. "You…You didn't…I told...you" now she is unable to form a single sentence. Caroline, always the drama queen. I take pity on her and break into a fit of giggles.
"Gotcha" I utter through my giggles while she stares at me wide-eyed with disbelieve.
"You didn't" She threatens with a gasp as her hand fly to cover her open mouth.
"I did" I sing waving a brown box in front of my face. She gasps out loud and tries to snitch the box of my hand but I am faster.
"What did you get her?" She grins at me like the cat that broke into the canary.
"Remember the necklace we found on Pinterest back in collage and Bonnie said that she saw it before in an old family picture of her great great grandma"
"Yeah, she was a little obsessed with it for a while" she frowns not really knowing where I am going with it. Clueless Caroline is so refreshing and so freaking rare that I feel like laughing.
"Well, I did some calls, throw some money and…" I open the box reliving nothing less than the same necklace.
"OMG" Caroline screams then seems to remember that we are at work and scolds herself internally. Suddenly I feel the whole cheerful bubbles of Caroline almost taking my breath away as she jumps in my arms and give me a bear hug followed by suddenly pulling away and punching my shoulder. "I hate you so much right now. I am so jealous! Why didn't I get a cool present like this on my birthday a month ago?"
"You got a Tiffany bracelet!"
"Exactly! Just an ordinary normal diamond bracelet. Nothing special or unique or anything"
"Care…" I start although I really have nothing to say. It also wouldn't help if I admit that it was Christian's PA who chose the bracelet.
"Just forget it" she closes her eyes for a moment and lets the smile back on her face. Real smile, this girl is extraordinary! "I am just glad you are coming back to us"
"You say it like I was away" I frown even though I do have an idea about what she is saying.
"Yes, you have, dear" she says softly with her hand rubbing my arm. "Yes, you have" she repeats and then her hand drops. "Now, back to work" Caroline wonder woman! "You have a 10 am meeting with Mr. Al James"
"Yes, yes, I do" I nod while trying to organize the usual mess on my desk. "Have you arranged the meeting I asked for with Kevin Hales?" I settle behind my desk.
"Yes, and you are having it after the one with Al" She responses.
"Caroline Forbes, What would I do without you?"
"Crash and burn" she winks before leaving the office and letting me have a few moments to prepare for Al James.
"Good morning, Mr. James. It is very nice to finally meet you" I welcome him with a wide grin trying to hide the fangirl bouncing inside me.
"Please, Call me Al. Everyone does" he extends his hand for firm shake. "it is pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Grey"
"If I am going to call you Al. then you gotta call me Elena as well"
"You got yourself a deal" he agrees.
"Please, Al. takes a seat" he does. "I am well aware that you are one of the oldest clients in here, older than me"
"I am not that old, Elena" he teases with a wink. A nervous laugh escapes me which he recognizes immediately. "Just kidding"
"I meant to say that you are very dear and valuable for us. And I understand that perfectly. That is besides the fact that I am a big fan of all your work"
"Pleasure" he says with a warm smile although his eyes tell me that he knows where I am going with that.
"Al…" I begin while standing up and make my way to the seat across of his. "I know what does it mean to have a block and I get it believe me. I am not here to pressure you, I swear"
"It is your job to pressure me, Elena" he rubs his face tiredly and I can see the bags under his closed eyes. "I tried to find a reason for this mess but I am actually clueless. I mean there are no personal reasons for it. maybe I am just out of ideas"
"No" I shake my head. "I refuse to believe that the Great Al James is out of words! That just breaks my faith in writing all together"
"It is really moving, the way you believe in me" His eyes twinkle and I know I am getting through. "I wish that was true."
"What if tell you that there is over two million people all over the world that believe the same thing"
"Just because people read my books doesn't mean they believe in me"
"Untrue" I disagree pulling a file out of my drawer and place it in front of him.
"What is this?" he asks eyeing the yellow file.
"Your reviews" I answer watching as he picks it up and opens it. "From every website mentioning your books. I know you are a no-internet person. You never get to see this, Al" it is no news that Al is an old-fashion writer. He doesn't even type in computer. Internet is an ugly foreign this for him. It is also no news that Al James never did a signing tour or even an interview. He hates publicity in a way that makes his publicist pull her hair out.
"This is…" he stares at the papers speechless. Check!
"Inspiring" I suggest. He gives me a comical bitch-face that really should be on the internet. I giggle.
"I know what you doing, Elena" he narrows his eyes at me but hell if I am back down now.
"So? It doesn't mean that I should stop"
"I am not going to pose, wave and smile for flashing cameras, Make nice to nosy reporters" he shakes his head furiously. "No" he presses again and seems to be in the edge of freaking out. I reach for his hand, his wide eyes fall on my face. I give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his hand gently.
"Relax, Al. I am not going to put in this awful position of course. I hate it myself. All I am asking for is small meetings with some selected fans. You will be surprised by how those people love you. They will have many questions about your books and many wishes for the next events in your new one in the series. No cameras, No reporters. I promise, okay?" I see the panic leaving his body in waves and I know that I am winning.
"I can't do this" he is still being stubborn. Okay, Mr. James!
"Al, you think this is small?" he glances up in my suddenly stern tone. I pick up the first book of his series. "You didn't just write a book. You created a whole new fictional world. A world that so many people lived in while reading those books and now" I drop the book back on the desk and meet his eyes serious. "They are hungry for more"
"Small meetings?" he tilts his head and I couldn't help the grin making its way to my face.
"All over the world"
"What? No. i can't leave Diana, my wife, she won't like that"
"Who said anything about leaving your main inspiration behind" I wink lightly. "Pardon my invasion. But I have spoken with Mrs. James and she is super excited about the trip, in fact, she told me to give her a call once you agree so that she can go shopping and packing" Here it is, Al. No way out.
"You have it all figured out, aren't you?"
"I am offering you a second honeymoon all over the world where you will meet you biggest fans, Al. you can't say no to that" I smirk knowing that I get my way.
"Alright, Elena. You win" I finally let a full grin show. "Don't you look like the cat who found the canary" he stands up and extends his hand.
"And eat it" I add while shaking his hand. He laughs and I feel like flying. "My PA will contact you publicist about the date and the schedule of your trip" I say as I walk him to my door.
"Alright" he nods and before he is out he turns to me again. "I must say, you really did surprise me, Elena. This company is lucky to have you."
"No, Al" I try to stop my blush. "We are lucky to have you" and with a warm smile he is gone.
"Don't tell me you did it" Caroline says once he is out.
"I did it" I wiggle my eyebrows with an evil grin. "Now, get me Mr. Hales immediately" I add with a sudden serious face that makes Care eyes me up. "Oh, and you can come too"
"What are you up to, Elena?"
"Let's make a grown-ass man sweat, girl"
Stupid immature delusional non-talent assholes! I give Mr. Hales a glare death and a killer smile while he shows himself out of my office. The maroon thought that he can trick me. What kind of writer robs a sixteen years old kid of her story? The story has been on Fanfiction for two years! Two freaking years! And with some small editing to make it sound more professional, Mr. hales thinks it will pass. The hell it will! After PM-ing the poor girl and confirming she has no connection whatsoever to Mr. Hales, I decides to confront his lying ass. After a lot of denying, excuses, threatens and even more lying, he confessed his crimes and left my office with his tail between his legs. I made it crystal clear that he will no longer be working for my company and also that I will be keeping an eye on anything he ever manages to publish.
Also the meeting made my blood boils and my brain steams, I feel kinda of good. I haven't kicked some ass in a while and it feels great to know that I still got it, that I still can look a man in the eye and let him know what a complete dick he is.
Taking a deep calming breath, I catch my hand playing with my cell. I unlock the screen, open the contacts list, dive down to the 'D'. My finger hovers over his name in hesitation.
Just fucking call him! It has been a complete day since your last contact!
Scowling at my inner bitch, I choose to text him instead. I always thought of texting as a less personal method of communication.
*Tough day at work fancy a quick fuck?*
With my fingers tapping the wood of my desk furiously, I wait twelve minutes before my phone vibrates.
*Would love that more than burger! But my day is stuffed like hell, I may not even get more than twenty-five minutes for lunch. Starting half an hour from now!*
I can't help the disappointment washing over my body. Pouting at the phone screen for a moment before my phone vibrates again.
*Don't pout;) I now think of your pout and if I don't stop I will be walking the day with a problem*
I giggle and an idea pops into my head.
*A, I was not pouting. B, what do you say to a combination of a quick fuck and a burger without any time wasted?*
*A, yes you were. B, are you saying what I think you are saying?*
*I am just asking what you will do if the delivery girl is really hot and really into you?*
I bit my lip as I hit send. I feel my blush rising to my checks as I remember that I have never been so naughty in texting before. I wonder if Damon likes sexting.
*I guess I will have to bend her over my desk and take her like she wants me too ;)*
Reading the words I feel the familiar pool of desire building in my bully. With an evil grin, I pick my things and tell Caroline that I will go out for lunch.
Guardian's General Hospital happens to be not far away from work so in forty-five minutes I am at the front desk asking where to find Dr. Damon Salvatore. Walking down the hallways, I try not to remember the last time I was in a hospital. The thought causes my smile to fall a little but it was replaced by a wide grin when I see my surgeon's name curved in gold letters on the wooden door.
My surgeon?
My hand hovers over the wood and with a head shake and a lip bite I knock lightly.
"Molly, I told you! No interruptions" Comes a deep voice I recognize. Also the tone is kind of foreign, rude much, maybe? I frown a little but a smirk curls my lips when I imagine the way Damon is at work. Cold, detached and a little rude.
"Either you go the hell away and stop eavesdropping or you and I will have a problem Ms. Swan"
Okay, maybe more than a little rude. I push the door open.
"I was not eavesdropping!" I protest with narrowed eyes. His eyes fly to me and he starts examining me slowly from toe to head. I am wearing a blue halter dress that reaches right above my knees, blue high heels. With a paper bag containing cheese burgers I stand there with my eyes narrowed.
"You are early" he says quietly. And I glance quickly and figure that he has the company of a young man with white coat. Crap! Did I interrupt a meeting? I glance back at Damon and he seems to enjoy my soon-to-be growing discomfort. Hell if I am letting him have it!
"And you are extremely rude. You just yelled at a woman in a hospital all because she knocked? What if this was an emergency, Doctor? " I response with my arms crossed over my chest. A chuckle escapes the third person in the room and I regret what I said immediately. I am judging the man in his work place in front of one of his collogues! The thing is, I am used to saying anything that comes in mind with Damon, I just never had a conversation with him with other people in the room. I check Damon's face for signs of anger but he still has the same quite calm look he had since I got in. I am a little caught off guard here, that Damon is different. He is not the open daring person I know. Maybe it is just another side of him.
"Dr. Lance" he is talking to the guy but his eyes are on me. "I think your work here is done"
"But, Dr. Salvatore, I just want you to understand. It wasn't my fau…" the guy starts in a shaking voice. Now I notice that he seems young, maybe as old as me.
"No, it is not my fault that you are an idiot" Damon cuts him off meeting his eyes with a death glare." It is not a lab, Lance. It is a hospital. There is no room for mistakes here" the poor guy starts sweating hard. He opens his mouth but was cut off again with Damon's raised palm. "Like I said before, I have nothing more to say. From now on you are Dr. Fell's responsibility, not mine" Lance's eyes widen in fear. Well, it seems like Dr. Fell is even more of a nightmare than Damon! "No arguments. She is the one you got to waste her time now." with a nod Lance stands and wakes out of the door like a kid getting out of the principal's office. He gives me a lingering glance before he is out. I look back at Damon and his attention is on me again. He stands up, walks over to me and takes the bags of my hand.
"What was that?" I ask still in a trace. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I go willingly.
"Just an intern" he murmurs before he plants a hard kiss on my lips.
"You are not mad?" I am still a little dizzy from the kiss.
"Mad? Why? Because you get me a cheese burger?" he suggests while placing tiny kisses on my neck. "Because you came all the way here to save me time?"
"Because I was early and I interrupted your meeting?" I answer with a voice as steady as I can manage. "Because I scolded you in front of an intern?"
"You seem…surprised that I am not mad, why?" he tilts his head examining me closely. Oh, no, Doctor Salvatore!
"I am the one who was asking a question" he just smirks and lets me go. "Are you sure you are not a shrink?"
"Pretty sure, yeah" he winkles his nose in disgust. "I am not an over-analyzing or over-thinking stuff person either" he adds while opening the bags and placing them on the desk.
"Then why do you keep asking me all those deep deep questions?" I mock his head tilt. His smirk turns devilishly and he starts walking over to me.
"Maybe because you are so much fun" his voice drips to that tone. The tone that makes my clit tingles asking for attention. "To unravel" his fingers hover over the nock behind my neck…threatening. I swallow hard to hide my arousal but my wide eyes are traitors. "All those layers…it is unnerving" in a swift move he steps away. "Maybe after lunch because I am quiet hungry for something other than your sweat body now"
"You are choosing food over sex?" I cross my arms and try to suppress the venom in my voice…and the ach in my hardening nipples.
"My stomach is always louder than my dick" He grapes his sandwich and takes a bite. "Have you ever heard of a man dying of not having sex?"
"Blue balls?" I raise my eyebrow humoring him.
"Not as common as starvation" he speaks through a mouth full of food.
"Charming, Salvatore" I smile and shake my head at him before I grape my sandwich and take a seat across of him. I glance at him and he seems awfully occupied by the cheese burger! I can't believe I am envying a sandwich! "How do you manage to eat so much and keep fit? I mean your career isn't much about movement, do you work out a lot?" I ask causally.
"I am used to eating too much" he shrugs. "just as much as I am used to working out"
"You are telling me you have never been over-weight?"
"As a four years old kid maybe" he smirks and I stare at him like I don't believe him. "I had a kidney condition when I was so young so even after I was okay, my mom was a little paranoid with my well-being, my diet. And then when I was teenager, I was in military school" he explains and I frown for a moment taking it all in. my conversations with Damon were always as less personal as I can manage to keep it for the last days.
"You were sick?" are the first words to leave my mouth. He stops for the first time since we started eating, stares at me with a confused then curious expression. I am tempted to ask what is he thinking but he quickly shakes his head and look down to his food.
"Yep. One kidney man right here" He continues to eat. "You didn't get away, Gilbert" I am a little startled by being called Gilbert. "Why did you expect me to get mad?" I was such a fool thinking he would drop it! it turns out that me trying to be less personal is quiet provoking for Damon. It makes him jumps on each chance to crack my walls. I may consider changing tactics in that note.
"I guess I am just used to people getting mad when I open my big mouth without thinking. I learnt to control my ability to cause extra trouble with my easily rising temper. Although I sometimes forget to" I blab out loud not realizing what I am saying.
"You shouldn't be judged for speaking your own mind"
"I know" I shake my head. "I just learnt that men are very angry creatures by nature. Even my dad was. One should be careful speaking with them, especially in the presence of other males" I can almost see the horror building in his eyes. I recall my last words and realize just how wrong these words could be. "My dad was angry, Damon. Not violent, there is a difference" I press my lips in annoyance.
"Christian?" he suggests and I shake my head furiously opening my mouth to protest properly he cuts me off with his hands up in the air. "I didn't mean to upset you, I was just checking" he seems awfully concerned. I wonder what makes him that worried.
"Okay" I give him a small forgiving smile. The right side of his lips twitches. My smile widens and we go back to our normal chatting. I find myself telling him about my morning. It wasn't until I was at the part about Hales that he knew what a 'Tough day at work' means. I feel my anger leaves my body in waves as I tell the tale. I never talk about work with anyone. Christian is the guy who leaves work at the door of his home and learnt to do the same.
"Mom always used to say that men are just kids with bigger dicks" I finish my Hales tale with this sentence and he chuckles chocking on his last bite of food.
"Does that apply to me as well?"
"Perhaps. Also I am pretty sure of the last part" I wink at him finishing my food as well.
"Oh, don't compliment my cock. He will crawl over that desk and fuck you all by himself"
"He seems to have impressive talents, your thingy" i clear my throat and try to suppress a smile.
"My thingy" his eyebrows disappear near his hairline. "Seriously, Elena. Never call it that. Never" he stresses the last word but I can see the humor shining his ocean blues. I giggle stupidly. "I still don't see how that counts for a bad day at work. I mean I gather you kicked some ass, knocked some sense into a bastard"
"I did" I can't help the smile on my face. "And I can't remember the last time I have ever been that fearless" I look down and my lips tugs into a small smile. "It is the first time I feel like I am doing my job. The first time I feel like I am worthy"
"Whatever makes you feel otherwise?" I feel him standing up and walking to lean against the desk beside me.
"Haven't you done enough therapy for one day?" I look up at him under my eyelashes, biting my lip.
"Elena…" he breathes my name in that way. The way that makes me want to fall to knees under his feet and fuck him senseless at the same time. I never know how one could feel both powerful and defenseless at the very same moment.
"What do you want?" I whisper slowly as I rise from my chair, my body close to his but not touching, lips brushing but not capturing.
"To strip the layers" he answers in a tone matching mine and I am drowning. Drowning in an ocean of nothingness and I am letting go.
And I am free.
"I want to dive into you until I am out of breath. I want your secrets to fill my lungs. I want to drown into in and never, never be saved" he adds with his fingers brushing my checks and I believe him but I am so scared. I am so scared of his curiosity, so scared of what he will find, so scared of losing the feeling I am living right now.
"I want to write my story" my fingers toys with the first bottom of his shirt. "With my lips" I let my lips press against his, just for a second. "On your body" I feel his breath hitches and I know that I won. It is always easier to take the physical path whenever things start to get deeper.
"Aye" He nods. "It is a map I will be happy to unlock its mysteries" i giggle against his lips enjoying our banter and wondering how can a girl giggle with her clit bounding to the point of pain. "Go out, find a nurse named Molly. Tell her that Dr. Fell will comes asking for me in minutes, if she lets her in, she will have a year from hell with me" I listen and nod but frown over the last part.
"Be nice" I slap his shoulder and give his cock a firm stock before I flee his arm.
"If you wanna play rough, Love. Just ask for it"
*Evil laugh* that is me! stopping just when the fun begins. Don't worry, next chapter will have the smut and DPOV of the way this affair is going. Is he sated? We will take a look at where his head is next chapter.
Now that you know how Elena is trying to keep their relationship as distant as possible but that is just a challenge for Damon ;) in Elena's defense, she believes that letting her relationship with Damon get deeper and turn into something meaningful will be more of a betrayal to Christian. Not that sex isn't a betrayal but having feeling for someone else is waaay worse. I will elaborate in that subject later through the story, promise!
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