Caroline's POV
Oh my ... what the hell ! Elijah's living room is packed with people. The music is blasting, and Klaus is nowhere to be seen. Looks like he decided to throw a party while his brother was away. I won't let him get away with this. After looking for him for a good 10 minutes, I finally found him chatting with a redhead girl.
"Excuse me, may I have a word with my fiancée" What the heck, fiancée? Seriously, what's wrong with you Caroline?
"Wait a minute ! you have a fiancée?!" The girl says angrily, pushing him away before storming off.
"What is wrong with you?!" he exclaims, frustrated. Yes, Caroline, you did it.
"Why are there so many people here? Your brother will be furious with both of us!"
"He won't do anything, sweetheart. Because you won't tell him," he replies with a smirk.
"I'm not going to do this, Klaus. So you have a choice. Either ask them to leave or I'll call Elijah and tell him everything. Those are the only options. And trust me, he won't be pleased if he finds out," I say, smiling.
"Bloody hell woman, I can't stand you."
"The feeling is mutual. Now you have half an hour to send everyone home, Niklaus." I say, playfully hitting his chest as I walk to the kitchen, noticing him following me.
"It's Klaus for you sweetheart." he says angrily, pinning me against the wall and getting dangerously close.
"Wh...what?" I whisper, feeling a rush of warmth in my stomach. What is he doing to me?
"Why do you have to be like this, Blondie?" He touches my shoulder, then my chest and stomach.
"Don't !" I slapped his hand pushed him away.
"You need to tell your friends to leave and clean up the mess. If you don't go now, I'll tell your brother about the party and your advances towards me."
"At least the last part is true," he smirked at me before walking away.
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I couldn't believe I actually got Klaus Mikaelson to listen to me. But why did it feel so strange when he touched me? , I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank, noticing the music had stopped. Klaus was cleaning up, clearly worried about his brother. I returned to the living room to find it empty, with Klaus collecting empty bottles into a bag.
"Do you need any help?" I ask. At least, I can lend a hand after what transpired.
"It will be a pleasant change after you threatened me sweetheart." he remarks with a smirk, I roll my eyes at him.
We work together to tidy up the living room, and once we are done, we take a seat on the couch.
"So... I trust that this stays between us," he says.
"I will consider it..."
Suddenly, I find myself lying on the couch, feeling his breath against my skin and his hand caressing my body.
"You're playing a dangerous game, love," he whispers, his lips grazing my neck, igniting a sensual response from me. I remind myself not to fall for the bad boy. I know he is just like Damon.
"Don't touch me, Klaus. I'm not a plaything for you. I caught you, so leave me be."
"I know you enjoy my touch, love. I can sense the effect I have on you," he replies confidently.
"I don't know what you're talking about Klaus. Back off before I call Elijah."
"Fine, but I won't give up on what I started," he warns as he steps away, and I quickly retreat to my room, locking the door behind me.
As I reflect on the incident, I realize that I allowed Klaus to touch me in a way I hadn't allowed Damon or Tyler. His touch felt different, almost inviting. But I know it is wrong to develop feelings for him. He is the epitome of a bad boy, and we both are completely different person. However, I can't help but wonder if I could influence him to change. I feel torn - intrigued by his mysterious nature yet aware of the potential consequences of getting involved with him.
Klaus's POV
Once she informed me that Lijjah wouldn't return home until the following day, I immediately messaged my friends group and extended an invitation for everyone to come over to my place.
By 1 a.m., all of my friends had arrived. The music was blaring, and everyone was enjoying themselves, myself included. I attempted to persuade Genevieve to come to my room for some fun, but my plans were ruined by that infuriating woman.
As I was about to ask her to come upstairs , Caroline interrupted us and claimed me as her fiancée, leaving me frustrated.
She threatened to tell Elijah if I didn't send everyone home, so I had no choice but to end the party. After cleaning up with Caroline's help, I tried to make a move on her, but she rejected me. Despite her resistance, I continued to pursue her, unable to resist her allure.
Eventually, she locked herself in her room, leaving me conflicted about my feelings for her. Feeling overwhelmed by desire, I pleasured myself in the shower while thinking about Caroline. Despite knowing she was off-limits, I couldn't resist the pull towards her.
She consumed my thoughts, leaving me yearning for her despite the potential consequences.
That woman is ruining me!