SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 5
"One step at a time"
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia
(…)
"I like having you in my arms; you're a beautiful woman, Carolina." He murmured more, while encircling her waist, and bringing her into the comfort of his arms, before lowering his lips on her left cheek, slowly kissing its roundness. "Your skin is so soft." He told her, before asking. "Are you lips as soft?"
"Don't ..." She murmured, while closing her eyes.
The shrill sound of the blade falling on the marble floor created enough of a diversion for her to regain her good sense. She pushed herself away from his arms, before rushing out of the bathroom, while closing the door behind her.
"Don't even try to push your feelings away, denying them, or lying about them..." Klaus smirked through his sentence. "You're attracted to me, Carolina Petrova." He added, before starting to whistle.
Maria, the Mikaelson's governess turned her head toward the entrance door of the kitchen, while feeling a presence nearby.
Katerina stood, for a short moment, motionless underneath the threshold, while addressing a timid smile to the woman who was standing in front of the sink of this high-tech kitchen.
"Madam, I did not hear you come, can I be of service?" She inquired, while wiping her wet hands on her apron, before straightening her upper body.
"No… I… I mean, I just brought you back the lunch tray." Katerina explained, while sliding the said tray on the granite isle counter, before entering her hands in her jeans back pockets.
"I see." Maria replied, before walking pass Katerina to reach the tray, while nodding her head in respect. "This was really unnecessary, Madam. I could have picked it up in your suite."
"It was no trouble for me to bring it back to you." Katerina replied nervously, while sliding a strand of her curly brown hair behind her right ear. "I'm … I'm used of taking care of my things, you know. I never had someone who did it for me, and neither had my sister."
"Well, as of now, it will be my pleasure and my work obligation to take care of both yours and your sister … "Things", Madam." Maria responded, with a glimpse of a smile touching her lips.
"Ok. I get what you're saying." Katerina shrugged. "You don't want to be in trouble with the "king", himself." She added out loud, without realizing it at first. "Oh my God, that … I mean, that is not what I wanted to say." She blushed.
Maria raised one of her eyebrows, while trying to retain her amusement.
"Madam, the qualifiers nicknames that you will choose for your future husband is sincerely not of my business." Maria replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"I … I need to find "his" study room?" Katerina replied. "He's waiting for me."
"I see…Certainly, Madam." Maria replied, while reaching the kitchen swinging door, before pushing open its panel. "The corridor straight ahead of you, then, you just need to turn to your right. The study room is the one with the French doors. If you want I can bring you myself?"
"No…I mean thank you. I'll manage to find my way around." Katerina nodded her head before leaving the kitchen and taking her first walking steps into the corridor, toward Elijah's office.
Her future husband was obviously not the type to let things drag. His office was immaculately tidy. His desktop clean, with all the files piled in alphabetical order, books on shelves were placed in rows without a trace of dust on them, their covers probably dust by Maria on his specific order… She could only suppose.
Katerina sighed, before taking a sitting position on a comfortable leather armchair placed in front of the mahogany desk. She raised her legs, before crossing them and dropping her high heels boots on the desktop. It was more than obvious to her, that she had nothing in common with that soon to be husband of hers. She was a free spirited, stubborn woman, and she would usually hang her pantyhose for days in the tiny shower of what used to be her apartment…She had a feeling that her habits would certainly drive Elijah crazy, which made her smile.
"What was the deal between the France office and the Germany one?" Elijah asked the interlocutor, his blackberry placed on his right ear, while entering his office, slamming one of the French door and taking a few more steps to reach Katerina's sitting position, before standing by her side, with his left hand place on his waist.
She raised her sight to take a quick glimpse at her fiance while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat and nervously rubbing her hands together. That English man had this strange effect on Katerina, like no others before him, and she hated to not have the perfect control of her own emotions over him.
"I want to be informed of the latest developments." Elijah cut the conversation short.
"Work on a Saturday?" Katerina asked, while rising one of her eyebrows, and crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm a powerful man, with a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders." He responded. "Sooner you realize that fact, sooner you'll be able to act accordingly."
Elijah went up to her, before sliding his right hand under Katerina's knees, while gently pushing her legs away from his desktop, her feet now back on the floor.
"It's not lady like to put your feet on the furniture." He warned her, like a child, before getting around the desk, and undressing himself of his blazer. "Furniture is generally meant for a purpose, and that purpose is not a footrest, Katerina."
"I'm not a lady, neither a little girl that you need to reprimand!" Katerina shrugged, while pouting. "You can withdraw that idea from your head."
"Then, I suppose you'll have to learn to become a lady while becoming my wife, my dear." He suggested, while smirking and pulling on the knot of his tie, before taking his sitting position at his desk.
"And in the meantime you'll be worrying about dust accumulation over your precious furniture; is this thing a rich man prerogative?" She pushed a bit further, while narrowing her eyes on him.
"Wealthy." He rectified the term, while joining his hands in front of his face, to retain his amusement.
"What?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"Wealthy man is a better term." He replied, smiling. "It has a classier vibe to it."
"You make my blood boil." Katerina sighed.
Elijah leaned his head back before bursting into laughter.
"Oh my dear Katerina, where were you all my life." He exclaimed, before asking. "It's so refreshing to meet a truthful person in the middle of this falling humanity for a change. Tell me, did you eat the food tray Maria brought to your suite?"
"Yes, I did, "dear"." She confirmed, sneakily.
"Good. I want you to eat your three meals a day from now on." He replied, while opening the desk drawer, before presenting a credit card on the desktop, in front of her sight. "This card has been made at your name, and has an unlimited access to credit money."
"Yes, daddy" She replied, insolently, while frowning, before taking the card in her hands. "Why are you giving this to me? Aren't you afraid of me and Carolina leaving this mansion and enjoying the freedom of living on your money?" She teased him.
"You'll be tracked by the immigration in no time, and the access to the money on the credit card would be frozen." He replied, smirking.
"I was joking." She shrugged, while rolling her eyes.
"I know you were." Elijah smiled. "You're a frank, honest and strong young woman, Katerina, it's qualities that I'd seen rapidly in you."
"What can I buy with this? Or what do you want me to buy with this?" She asked, more seriously, while showing the card to Elijah.
"As my wife, you'll be asked to accompany me on diverse gathering of charity functions, balls, business dinners." Elijah started explaining. "I want you impeccably dressed in all time, in a classic, yet, elegant way, while standing by my side."
"Translation: You want me to look like a stuck up snub wife, while losing all of my personality and glorifying my husband in front of everybody?" She found the nerves within herself to respond to him, while raising her chin. "Did I get this part right?"
"The amount of time that I will gladly save with your brilliant deduction and way of understanding my implied requests is highly appreciated, Katerina." He smiled. "Therefore, and because you've accepted the conditions of becoming my wife, linked to this contract, I expect nothing less than your entire cooperation." He added, while raising a file in his hand.
"Anything else you need as a front in this ashamed of arranged marriage?" She asked, bluntly.
"Find yourself a wedding dress for the double ceremony, with my brother and your sister, which will take place at the town hall next Saturday." He nodded, while informing her.
"It has to be so soon?" She bubbled, while blushing.
"I'm touched; the brushing fiance is impatient to unite her life with mine." Elijah mocked. "Unfortunate technicalities if you want to stay in the country."
"OK" She nodded. "It's the deal between us after all. I'll do what you're asking." She shrugged. "But, I'll keep my free will."
"I would never ask you to change your personality, Katerina." He responded. "I enjoy your truthfulness way too much."
"I'll buy a lot of very expensive high heels shoes with this card, just be aware." She mocked, while turning the card between her fingers.
"You, seducing me with your feminine weapons would certainly be an interesting option in this contract, which could easily arouse my attention and sexual pleasure." He replied, bluntly, himself. "But, it is not entirely necessary in our agreement."
Katerina lowered her head, while feeling the beasts of her heart rising dangerously in her chest. What did he meant by this exactly?
"The high heels shoes subject? What makes you think that you won't be my equal in this agreement? Or that you are not already?" Elijah asked, his sight drown into hers.
"You have all the cards in your hands. I'm just obliging to your requests and orders." She answered him, while shrugging. "It's certainly not a fairy tale "Pretty Woman" kind of story."
"I prefer the term: demands." He replied, before slowly rising on his feet, while taking slow, calculated steps to reach her sitting position. "Richard Gere fan, I presume?" He mocked.
Elijah leaned his lower back on the edge of the desk, while slowly raising his right hand to open the first buttons of shirt, before rolling his sleeves on his upper arms, under the attentive and appreciative glance of Katerina. He was doing it on purpose, testing his man power and seduction over her, but she would not give him the satisfaction to seem disturbed by his game.
"Buying high heels shoes won't make you feel like my equal, Katerina, it will simply help you reach my height, nothing more." He explained, before handing her the file that was lying on his desktop.
"What is this?" She asked.
"It's your wedding gift." Elijah replied. "This is the private investigator's file, listing all there is to know about you and your sister."
Katerina lost all her cheeks colors, while grabbing the file from his hands.
"Why are you giving me this?" She asked, with a broken voice. She knew perfectly what this file was containing.
"Equality in any kind of relationship starts with trust and respect, Katerina." He replied to her. "I am opened to give you my trust and respect, in exchange of yours."
Katerina rose on her feet, tears filling her eyes, while dropping the file on the armchair, before turning on her heels. Elijah rapidly grabbed Katerina's right wrist, while retaining her by his side in the room.
"Your past as an escort is irrelevant to me, Katerina." He murmured, before approaching her, his chest leaning on her back, his warm and soft breath on her hair, his right hand still placed on her wrist, with his left slowly sliding on her hip. "You did what you had to do to put more bread on your table, and assure a better life to your sister."
"Then, why did you investigate us?" She mumbled, while feeling a tear rolling on her cheek.
"I'm a wealthy man with a huge empire in my hands; it was a simple security procedure." He calmly explained, before losing his grip on her, and taking one step back. "Katerina, turned around and look at me, Please?" He gently ordered her.
She turned on herself, while facing him, her fists tightly closed, her sight kept on the floor. He slowly raised her chin, while drowning his eyes in hers.
"It doesn't matter to me." He repeated. "Your actions speak for them-selves and are only showing your strength, Katerina, not your weakness."
She tried to retain an additional falling tear, but she couldn't. The stress of the previous days was now taking the best of her endurance.
"Don't ever pay of your tears your due to mankind; they are not worth the trouble." He murmured, while slowly passing the tips of his fingers to brush the falling tear off her cheek.
Katerina closed her eyes at the delightful touch of his hand on her skin, before trembling at the surprising additional touch of his manly lips brushing, softly, hers, in an almost unperceived kiss that latest a fraction of a second, while creating a range of uncontrollable shivers in her entire body.
She reopened her eyes, a short moment later to find him standing in front of the bay window, his hands deep into his pants pockets. Did she dream that kiss?
"Why would you want "me" to be your wife in all the women you could have chosen in the world?" She asked.
"I don't think less of you as a woman because of the choices you had to make in your life; stop lowering your self-esteem because of them. And, I chose "you" as my future wife, because I wanted to choose "you". There is nothing more to add on the subject, Katerina." He explained. "You've lost your trust in men, probably with good reasons, and I won't push the issue, but as of now, just know that you have earned my respect." He added, while turning his head to stare into her eyes.
"So, I need to buy myself a new wardrobe, high heels shoes, and a wedding dress, anything else I can do for your services?" She asked, while blushing.
"You won't let go of the shoes?" Elijah smirked.
"It's still an agreement." She shrugged. "I want to know all the conditions."
"You are not obligated or entitled to sleep with me on our wedding night." He informed her, while turning his head and sight back at the window. "Or for as long as you want." He added. "But, you'll be obligated to sleep in my suite, by my side, after the wedding."
"I'll have to sleep in the same bed, but while being in a platonic relationship with you?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes. But I don't think anything could be platonic between us, Katerina." He responded, amused. "I don't want any gossips among the staff."
"You'll find your sexual satisfaction with a mistress, I suppose?" She asked, while frowning.
Katerina suddenly thought that for the strangest of reasons, this idea was disturbing her peace of mind.
"Let's just say that for the time being I am on sabbatical." He said honestly, with a smile twisting the corner of his lips.
"So, I'm your perfect cover." She responded. "I'm the wife that will allow you to retreat yourself from the market for a short while."
"It's a blunt way of reading between the lines of this agreement." He shrugged, still smiling.
"Do I need to live my own woman life like a nun as well?" She asked, while raising an eyebrow, and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Elijah took a few walking steps to come back to her standing position, before lowering his head, his sight, now, lost in her eyes.
"You're not ready to be intimate with a man, me or any other man." He addressed the issue. "You have too much resentment contained inside of you."
"You're very sure of yourself?" She responded, while trembling of rage and raising her chin to him.
"Always" He responded, smirking, before adding. "The day you'll need a sexual issuance, you'll ask me for it." He added, before turning on his heels, and taking his sitting position back at his desk. "It could actually be pleasurable between us, if you let it be."
"I'll ask you for it, really?" Katerina responded, while stomping her right foot on the floor. "It will rain cows the day it will happen." She murmured, angrily, between her teeth. The nerves of this man!
"What did you just say?" Elijah asked, smirking, while raising his sight from the file he was holding in his hands.
"Nothing" She responded, while biting her bottom lip. "Anything else, I need to know about our marital agreement?"
"Not at the present moment, Katerina. I'll get back to you in the future." Elijah replied. "You just need to know that you can go as you please in the Manor. Ask Maria to show you the interior pool, the theater, the library… Also, if you need to go shopping or at the hair dresser or at the spa, just ask George, my personal driver, he'll drive you around London. They are at your service now." He explained.
"You find something wrong with my hair?" She asked, while raising her hands on her lustrous brown curls.
"I find nothing wrong with the all package that you are offering to my sight." He replied, sarcastically. "But, I know that a woman loves to pamper herself. You have the money at your disposition now, enjoy the idea and enjoy yourself." He explained more, before adding. "Anything else you need to know?"
"Not at the moment." She shook her head.
"Good, then we are in agreement. Enjoy your day, Katerina. I'll see you at dinner time." Elijah added, before lowering his sight back on the file.
Katerina turned on her heels, before storming out of his fiance's office, breathless and shaken like she had never been with any other man before him.
Carolina strolled inside the Manor for a good hour, while discovering the wonders of this luxurious, huge house that she would call, as of now, her home. Along her walk of discovery she was stopped by the cry of hunger, before founding her way back to the kitchen. She pushed the swinging door to enter the huge room. She snooped around, finally finding her way around the enormous pantry, while trying to find something of her liking to eat. She needed sugar, and she needed it now. It was a certainty, that she would probably be reprehended by Maria, the governess, for her present actions. In no way she was allowed to lift her little finger to search for her own food.
She had been trying since a good hour, and especially after the unfortunate morning encounter, to erase "him" out of her mind, but without achieving success. "Him" being Klaus, her present fiancé, slash, future husband. This pretentious, pompous, English man, with his stupid accent, snobby attitude, unpleasant demeanour, and outrageous ego the size of the earth, she thought to herself while grabbing a jar of chocolate spread, closing the pantry door behind her, before opening several drawers to find a spoon.
Truth be told, she did not like Klaus very much, thought certain aspect of his male anatomy were not so disgusting to the sight, she shrugged. She could have been easily matched, by the Russian marital agency, with an ugly, old man, but this was not the case. And overall, she would not be the one to crash her sister's dream to live the life of the rich and famous, away from their previous life of misery, even if she would never visualize herself as such.
She leaned her back on the granite kitchen counter, while opening the jar and taking a full spoon, before entering the dripping brown substance in her mouth. She had now officially reached heaven, she thought, smiling, while closing her eyes, licking the spoon and moaning sounds of pleasure, before seeing flashback images coming into her mind like a forbidden, unspoken sin: his sculpted abs, his muscular chest with drops of water slowly sliding on the "V" line of his manly pelvic area, humid, curly, golden strands of hair, falling on his forehead, his blue eyes like the color of the ocean, his plumper lips..
"You know what they say about chocolate, sweetheart?" She heard a deep, sensual, English, voice whispering near her left ear.
She jumped out of her body at this particular voice sound, while reopening her eyelids and seeing her erotic thoughts materialize in front of her sight.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, breathless. "I'm sorry…I mean… I did not hear your come?" She resumed, politely, while suddenly noticing his arms encircling her body parameters, both of his hands placed on the counter, on each side of her hips.
"It's one of my many talents." Klaus responded, smirking. "I love to sneak on people, even more when my, beautiful, future wife is obviously having an ecstasy moment over chocolate, or was it really about chocolate, Carolina?" He murmured, his lips touching her earlobe, his warm breath caressing her skin. "Maybe you were having a sexual fantasy about someone?" He mocked.
"Don't flatter yourself." She shrugged, while rolling her eyes. "Even if you are technically my fiance, I barely know you."
"Well, chocolate is certainly the first erotic compensation of not obtaining what you mind wants, you can't blame me for hoping, Love, especially after your short visit in my bathroom, not even an hour ago." He responded.
"Maybe I like to eat my chocolate this way: with a spoon and without unwanted interference ruining my pleasure." She pushed a bit further, while taking another full spoon in her mouth, before passing the tip of her tongue on the length of her lips.
Klaus narrowed his fiery sight, while raising his right hand near Carolina's mouth, and, with the tips of his thumb, he slowly brushed the excess chocolate from the left corner of her lips, before licking his own finger.
Carolina's heartbeats rose dangerously in her chest, with shortness of breaths taking her by surprise a short moment after. Damn him! She hated his guts so much...
"You know, there are so many other ways to enjoy this chocolate orgy." Klaus murmured, his hands slowly sliding from the edge of the counter to the roundness of her hips. "I'm sure that I'll have the chance to experience all of them with my future wife, after our wedding day." He responded, while appreciating every word of their verbal joust.
"I need time to get to know you. Next week is too soon." She responded, while panting, and feeling the softness of his shaved cheek touching hers.
"You're such a beautiful liar, Carolina." He softly replied. "Each languorous look you're giving me is an omen of the delightful pleasures to come between us." He added, smirking, before lowering his sight on her feet. "Bare feet, again? You don't listen easily, do you?"
"My bare feet don't have any pretension about them. It's not like you, who's walking bare chest all the time." She addressed the issue, while blushing and turning her sight away from his perfect pecs.
"So regrettable, if I may add, because I would gladly enjoy seeing you walk bare chest all day long, Carolina." He winked, while pulling his body away from her too tempting proximity, before opening the double doors of the enormous fridge.
"You did not understand the meaning of my sentence." She blushed, before closing the chocolate jar, turning on herself to face the kitchen window, while dropping the spoon in the sink.
"I know what you meant, Love." He replied, before grabbing a small bottle of water in his hand. "I was doing my routine in the exercise room, which is explaining my bare chest. Not entirely my fault if you have the talent of showing in front of my sight when I am half naked." He audaciously told to her face. "I need to exercise to keep my sculpted body in shape for my future wife and our honeymoon night of course." He mocked more.
"You do your exercises routine after taking a morning shower?" She responded, while turning on herself, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and raising one of her eyebrows, in attack mode.
Klaus took a big gulp of water, before lowering the bottle on the kitchen isle, and smirking.
"No, usually I do it in a logical sequence, Love." He responded, while grimacing at her provocation. "But this morning, I had the unexpected visit of my fiance in my bathroom, and her lovely presence had aroused naughty thoughts in my mind, therefore, I needed a way to let the steam out of my body." He shrugged. "Exercises are as good as any other Technics I guess, though a morning make out session with my future wife would have worked wonders too." He smirked, before lowering his back on the kitchen counter, while crossing his arms and legs.
Carolina lowered her head and sight away from Klaus's, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat.
"You must think that I have a sassy and pretentious attitude about myself, and that I am disrespecting you in your own home." She mumbled, against her heart, and while crushing her pride with her bare feet. "It's just that, as of now, I don't feel anything for you." She said, while lying through her teeth. "You need to give me time."
Klaus lowered his head, before bursting into loud laughter.
"Oh, but, Love, I'll give you time…Don't worry your pretty heart about that." He responded, before taking, slow, calculated, steps to reach her standing position. "You have until next Saturday, and our wedding night." He smiled, viciously. "In the meantime, stop lying through your teeth about our obvious sexual attraction for each other." He added, pompously, while lowering his head near Carolina's, his sight lost in hers. "I could easily take you on the kitchen counter right this minute, without even hearing a protestation sound out of your mouth, because you would be moaning your pleasure, and screaming my name from the top of your lungs."
"You are so sure of yourself." She mumbled, in anger, while frowning, closing her fists and raising her chin as a confrontational gesture.
"I know." He smirked, before turning on his heels, while walking to reach the kitchen swinging door. "I'll go take another shower; you care to join me this time?" He mocked.
"I'll pass." She responded, while pouting.
"We're going out, Love, go put shoes on those cute feet of yours." He ordered her.
"Where are we going?" She asked, curious.
"We're going shopping. I'm going to buy my future wife a brand new, sexy wardrobe, and a wedding dress." He informed, before leaving Carolina speechless and motionless in the middle of the kitchen.
The chime of the manor resound its melodious sound through the main corridor. Maria walked toward the entrance door, before tuning the handle and facing the visitor.
"Mister Salvatore, what a lovely surprise!" She exclaimed, with a truthful smile blessing her lips.
"Maria, it is always nice to see you, my dear." Stefan Salvatore saluted, before entering inside the main hall. "What an awful weather this country is having? The English winter rain at his best, I suppose." He added, politely, while getting rid of his coat, and handing it to the governess, before standing in front of her eyes, in a top of the brand, tailored, two pieces man suits.
"Grey sky and rain, Mister Salvatore that is unfortunately our menu for the next few months." She gently mocked, while taking the coat from his hands. "Does Mister Klaus is aware of your arrival?" She asked, politely.
"Actually no, it's kind of a spontaneous visit. I had some business to attend in London, and I couldn't do without visiting my dear friend." Stefan responded, while rubbing his hands together.
"I'll go inform him of your arrival." Maria added, while nodding her head.
"I'll find my way to the main living room, Maria; ask him to meet me there would you?" Stefan responded, while walking in direction of the said downstairs room.
"Certainly, Mister Salvatore…" Maria responded, before climbing the majestic stairway.
Stefan pushed the French door of the living room, directing his walking steps toward the bar, before grabbing a bottle of Bourbon in his hands, unaware of a silent presence, nearby.
Carolina rose on her legs, from her sitting position in one of the luxurious arms chairs, surprised by this unexpected intrusion, while turning her upper body toward the stranger.
"Oh! I'm so sorry; I did not hear you or notice your presence." Stefan presented his polite apologies, before walking toward Carolina's standing position.
"It's o.k." Carolina responded, shyly, while nodding her head.
"Where are my manners? I'm Stefan Salvatore and you are?" He asked the beautiful woman that was standing in front of his sight, while handing his right hand to her.
"Carolina Petrova" She answered him, while shaking his hand.
"It's nice to me you, Carolina." Stefan replied, truthfully, while releasing his hand on hers. "You have a lovely first name and a lovely accent, you're from?"
"Russia" She answered him, while lowering her sight.
"It's certainly a beautiful, historical country, which I had the chance to visit, several times in the past." Stefan replied, while sliding his hands in his trousers pockets. "And you are friend with which of the pompous Mikaelson brothers?" Stefan mocked.
"You're certainly blunt about it." Caroline smiled, amused by his impertinence.
"It will stay a secret between us." He whispered, while winking at her, charmingly. "I have known the Mikaelsons for what seems to be more than a century now." Stefan mocked. "Can I offer you a drink, Carolina?"
"What you could do is certainly leave my "fiancee" alone." A rude, English voice addressed its order to Stefan.
"Klaus, did you, once again, forget to take your happy pill this morning?" Stefan asked, mockingly, while tilting his head to the right, before taking a few walking steps to reach his friend position.
"Salvatore, I'm not in the mood for your childish impertinence, what are you doing back in England." Klaus asked, while narrowing his sight on his friend.
"I had some business to attend in London, and I thought that it would give you the greatest pleasure to see me between two meetings, maybe even share a friendly meal." Stefan responded. "And now, I am learning that the famous and notorious playboy, Klaus Mikaelson is tying the knot? After news like this one, I should certainly stick around longer."
"Well, I am happy to see that you are in good shape, Mate." Klaus responded, sneakily. "Now, the door is this way." He showed, smirking, with a hand gesture.
"Isn't he the most charming man you've ever met?" Stefan asked, while turning his sight toward Carolina's standing position. "Let me at least congratulate your beautiful fiancee that I had no idea existed before this day."
"And this charming man will escort your decomposed carcass to the door!" Klaus replied, angrily, while grabbing Stefan left forearm, and pushing him outside the living room, without any further politesse into the corridor, and finally in direction of the main entrance.
"For God sake, Klaus, What got into you?" Stefan asked, while releasing his arm from the hybrid's firm grip.
"Me?" Klaus smirked, slyly. "Nothing, Mate, I'm just busy, and I don't have time to chit chat with you at the present moment, and furthermore, I don't want your perfect over styled hairdo near "my" fiancee." Klaus added, while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"You're telling me that this theatrical scene that I've just witnessed in the living room was actually real? You were not playing the girl." Stefan asked, in shock.
Klaus turned his head and sight away from his friend's, both hands resting on his hips, while biting the inside of his cheeks, and stomping his feet on the marble floor.
"And, what do I see? You're actually jealous? I'll be damn!" Stefan exclaimed, laughing. "Klaus Mikaelson, heartless bastard, you've actually fell for that human Russian girl?"
"Leave." Klaus ordered, while closing his fists in anger, his patience was running low at this moment. "My hands are twitching me to snap your vampire heart away from your chest, Salvatore."
"Russia?" Stefan said out loud, while rolling his eyes, before suddenly exclaiming. "I'll be damn. You bought yourself a wife, you snaky old man. And a beautiful one if I may add." Stefan finally realized, before bursting into loud laughter, while being very proud of his deduction skills.
Klaus grabbed Stefan's winter coat from the coat rack, before leaving it in Stefan's hands.
"There! It was nice seeing you, Salvatore." Klaus said. "Now leave!" He ordered him, before pushing this nuisance out of his home and sight, and slamming the door in front of Stefan's nose.
"Hey! Mikaelson… I'll come back and you know it!" Stefan yelled through the door, while banging his closed fist on the panel. "I'll haunt you forever with this!" He added, before turning on his heels, with the biggest smile plastered on his lips.
Klaus drove the luxurious car inside the private garage of the mansion, before turning the BMW engine off and getting himself out of the driver's seat, while waiting for Carolina to do the same on her side.
She slowly got out of the car, before slamming the passenger door in a very shrill, loud, noise. She was obviously mad at him, and this even after this expensive shopping spree of five thousand pounds, in which she had only nodded "yes" or "no", while remaining speechless, in all the boutiques he had brought her to buy clothes, shoes, accessories and her wedding dress.
He let out a small growl sound, while pushing the automatic control that he was holding in his right hand to open the trunk.
"I'll ask one of the maids to bring all the bags to your suite." He informed her, with a detached voice.
"How convenient to have people ran at your every request." Carolina responded, while crossing her arms in front of her chest, and raising her chin as a confrontational gesture.
"They are well paid for their services, Carolina." He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"I guess, like I am well paid for the services that I will soon give to you?" She added, slyly.
Klaus turned his angry sight back at her, before sighing loudly and taking a few walking steps to reach her position. Carolina stumbled backward, before feeling the garage wall in her back.
"What is your problem, Love?" He snapped, while pacing back and forth, his hands on each side of his waist. "I've just spend a huge amount of money to make you happy, with woman stuff, and yet, you are not satisfied?"
"Maybe I can't be bought so easily with nice stuff; did you ever think of that?" She replied to him, her opened palms placed on the wall.
"It's kind of funny; I could have attested of the contrary, sweetheart." He replied, sneakily to her, before closing his eyes, and rapidly regretting his say.
"You're a mean man." Carolina mumbled between her teeth, while shaking her head and feeling tears filling her eyes.
"I didn't mean it. You pushed me to my limit." Klaus admitted, while closing his fists. "I am doing my very best to make this contract disappear between us, Carolina, why don't you give me the benefit of the doubt for once?"
"You want me to give you the benefit of the doubt, Klaus?" She asked. "Like the way, earlier, that you've made me look like a prostitute in front of your friend Stefan without having the decency to present me as your fiancee, in another way than: letting him think that you'd bought yourself a wife?" She yelled into his face.
"You've heard my exchanged conversation with Stefan?" He asked, while passing a nervous hand through his hair. "What is happening between us is not of his business, as simple as that. I'm a wealthy - powerful man, Carolina, you don't even know the half of it, and so is my brother, so you'll have to excuse us if we are not spreading our private life on the public place!"
"You think that it is not degrading for me to be in this present situation?" She lashed out more. "You think that I am enjoying myself, while being bought for my services?"
"You're the first woman who was able to take the place of a wife in my life, you should actually reverse your psychology, and think of your blessings." Klaus angrily responded.
"I should think of my blessings?" She laughed. "What blessings? At least you friend Stefan respected me more in the five minutes that we exchanged together."
Klaus approached Carolina position, before lowering his head near hers, and drowning his sight in hers.
"What are you saying that you would prefer to have him in your bed?" Klaus mumbled, between his teeth.
"Don't be ridiculous!" She responded. "What I'm saying is that it's hard for me to turn my real emotions as you want them to be. I don't see myself falling in love with you, and I am certainly not attracted to you." She busted in the same anger he was showing to her. "I just need to learn that this "thing" between us is not more than a signed contract…You bought yourself a wife, and here I am!"
"I don't need any "love", Carolina... I'm heartless; it's something that you will soon learn about me." Klaus startled under her verbal attack. "But, as of you not being attracted to me, sweetheart, really?" He smiled sadistically. "Let me just prove the contrary to your analysis." He added, before grabbing both of her wrists and pushing them above her head on the wall.
"No!" She protested, squirming to free herself, while turning her head alternatively, right to left.
Then, he forcefully grabbed her chin in his right hand, while holding her head immobile and keeping his grip on her wrists with his left at the same time, before crashing his mouth on Carolina's.
She protested for the longest time, while moaning sounds of disapproval under his reckless and sensual abduction, but the pressure of his hard, manly lips on her trembling ones made Carolina suffocate for air, and she finally accepted the inevitable, while letting him invade the warm of her mouth, under his own sounds of pleasure.
Unfortunately for Carolina, her future husband was extremely talented in his kissing skills. So much, that when he released his firm grip on her wrists, it was instinctively that her hands found their way around his neck, in the thickness of his hair, while grabbing two hands full of his tangled blondish curls.
Klaus pushed his body on Carolina's, while slowly sliding his wandering hands on her waist, hips, lower back, before grabbing her bottom under her small moan of protestation, while kissing her passionately, in a mix of nibbling her wet lips and conquering her mouth with his tongue. The continuous sounds of her beating heart in his ears, melodious melody that reminded him of her delicious nectar running freely in her vein.
Klaus finally pushed himself away from their embrace, before passing the back of his right hand on his mouth, to erase any trace of Carolina's scent on his skin.
"Who needs frivolous feelings when we can have this sexual passion between us, Love?" He mockingly asked her. "At least something that we know that we'll be good at in our marriage, would you say?"
Carolina took several jerky breaths in her lungs, while raising a hand over her chest to calm herself down. She finally raised her head proudly to his sight, with tears filling her eyes, before storming out of the garage, while leaving Klaus behind with his tormented, demoniac soul as only companion.
Thank you for reading this chapter my faithful readers, and, like always, I will answer all of your reviews and messages.
Take care and… Love you all,
LV
Answers to anonymous reviews:
El: I'm doing my best to keep this chemistry palpable in each chapter. Love/sexual intercourses between characters in fan fictions are always a nice part to write or to read, but putting an aura of chemistry/attraction is even more enjoyable. Thanks for the review sweetie.
VD: Thank you for your review and appreciation of this story, sweetie. I am rarely afraid of my weirdest idea of stories that I get into my head, and I always follow my sixth sense to write them after all.
Ilovetvd: Yes, sweetie it is again one of my crazy idea this fiction. I'm happy that you are enjoying it as well. Thanks for the reviews, hugs, and take care.
Lillubye: Bon depuis le dernier chapitre, tu as ouvert un compte … LOL … Mais je te réponds de cette façon quand même. C'est vrai que c'est les éternels joutes entre les deux futurs couples, mais quel plaisir à écrire, car tu vois, ils sont tous les quatre, de fortes têtes et en même temps c'est ce qui créent leur attirances mutuelles. Merci pour ta review, toujours aussi adorable.
Sony: Thank you sweetie for your review. I liked writing that scene myself ;)
Guest: Thanks for the nice comments and appreciation of this story, sweetie.
Justine: C'est un prénom qui m'apporte toujours un sourire sur les lèvres. Comment vas-tu? Je te dirais que Klaus l'attire comme un aimant, et en même temps à la différence de sa sœur, elle ne connait pas grand-chose des hommes, tu vois? Donc, elle a le feu ardent d'une Petrova, mais elle est aussi cette insécurisé devant cette *je tousse* pièce d'homme! LOL … Elijah et Katherine, c'est la compétition des mots, le sous-entendu des sens….Et, je te jure que je ne ris pas avec les scénarios que tu te fais dans ta tête avec les deux couples, tu devrais voir la mienne de tête … Non en faits, il est préférable que tu ne vois rien du tout! LOL … Merci chérie pour ton éternel support.
Guest: Who asked me to update. Thanks, sweetie, for liking this story so much, and encouraging me to update it. Unfortunately, sometimes my real life is calling me. I had some personal income taxes paper do to, and a lot of tasks in the house. Real life is unfortunately calling me over my writing sometimes … Sigh. Thanks for understanding.