Title: Code of Misconduct
Parings: Bonnie x Elijah
Warning: Rated N for Nasty, Slight slut-shaming, Lowkey Dom/Sub undertones
A/N: Please don't judge me after this but I've noticed a gross lack of Bonlijah fics and decided to dig in my mass of unfinished WIPS and post (and finish) this one shot. It was written during the height of my "Fuck Elena" campaign so she's a villain in this. If you like her, I'd either skip this entirely or read the smut and dip. I've recently begun flirting with the idea of other Bonlijah fics with Dom/Sub-themes so consider this a (very) soft launch. If you're reading any of my other works, I'm still working on those, I'm just allowing myself to have fun to keep the creativity flowing. Anyway, enjoy this filth, and let me know if you rock with it. If not, I'll quit while I'm ahead.
Returning was a bold move. No one expected her to show her face after what transpired a week prior. A flurry of cuss words, fists, and one termination later left Bonnie Bennett without a job. Gossip was the downfall of every workplace. She was above this. At thirty years old, she thought she left the petty drama in her twenties. She was beginning to realize that your thirties were just your twenties all over again with added responsibilities. No one actually grows up. 'Grown-ups' were children in adult bodies with the liberty to do whatever they wanted, as long as they played by the rules of the law.
So when she punched Elena Gilbert in the mouth for accusing her of sleeping with their CEO, Bonnie was doing what she and everyone else wanted.
Elena was hated, and Bonnie was adored. Bonnie kept her head down and tried not to listen whenever everyone whispered about the secret affair Elena was having with Kol Mikaelson and potentially his brother, Niklaus. Apparently, the girl had a thing for brothers. Elena left her previous job after she was caught in Damon Salvatore's office while she was rumored to have been engaged to his brother, Stefan. She resigned shortly after that. That was four years ago—four years since she began her reign of terror at the Mikaelson Firm.
'Wash, rinse, repeat' Bonnie always thought when she would see Elena flirting with Kol. Bonnie often wondered what form of parental misguidance landed her in the laps of so many men, but it wasn't her room to judge. Her job was to keep her head down and her mouth shut, and that she did.
Elena began to notice little things. Soft caresses, lingering looks, light touches, small tokens of appreciation—all shared between Bonnie Bennett and Elijah Mikaelson. Elijah was impenetrable. The man was a step away from a saint and none of Elena's advances seemed to work on him. His brother, however, was easy. Kol was an enigma. While it seemed as though he only had eyes for a very taken Davina Claire, he also enjoyed the comforts Elena's body afforded. Bonnie had always thought better of him. She'd watched as countless women threw themselves at Kol and he never seemed to take the bait until Elena. She was as ordinary as they came but for whatever reason, men couldn't resist her—or at least what she had to offer.
All except for Elijah.
The man, the mystery, the enigma. Most thought him to be arrogant. The way he carried himself certainly alluded to that fact but it wasn't the case. As the company's leader, he couldn't afford to be anything less than. When Kol walked into a room, the women took notice with flirty looks while the men looked on with silent envy. The exact opposite was true for Elijah. Elijah commanded respect and attention, as it should. He didn't socialize with many, save for the few who were allowed entry into his twelve-hundred square foot corner office—larger than seventy percent of single-family homes.
Bonnie was one of the few, but only because she was his personal assistant. Was.
She once had it all and now she was simply a woman returning to collect the rest of her things. She didn't have much. A picture of her grams—who had died a year prior, a couple of crystals she bought from her favorite crystal shop down south called Everyday Magic, and some other things she collected during her five years there.
A scrawny twenty-five-year-old at the time, Bonnie was fresh out of grad school without a clue or experience in her degree field. Her Grams, Sheila Bennett knew a 'young man from New York' that owned 'some sort of investment firm'. That young man had been a student of hers at Whitmore and had graduated about ten years prior. Apparently, he owed her a favor and Bonnie wasn't above cashing in. Not when student loans were breathing down her neck.
That young man was Elijah Mikaelson and, with one mention of Sheila's name, Bonnie was flown from Mystic Falls, Virginia to Manhattan, New York, all expenses paid. Her entry-level position was to shadow Elijah's current assistant, Caroline Forbes. She was a bright-eyed beauty that was bubbly, spunky, and everything Bonnie Bennett was not. The office loved her. Their office was located on the eighty-third floor of the eighty-five-story building. Above them was a restaurant with a rooftop bar, complete with an observatory deck. She was living quite literally the high life, and Bonnie enjoyed every minute of it until that wretched bitch came along and ruined it.
But Bonnie couldn't be mad at Elena. Some part of her had to accept her role in her own demise. It was no secret that Elena coveted Bonnie's position. Several attempts to dethrone the 'perfect little bitch' had been made, but the weapons formed never prospered. That is until last week when Bonnie decided she had enough and grabbed Elena by the horns. She had enough money saved to give her a few months to decide what direction her life would now take.
She arrived at her desk without any interruptions. Many wanted to approach her but no one knew how. A quick glance across the office revealed that Elena was absent. Probably still healing from the stitches that had to be sewn into her forehead. Between the bail money she had to pay and the hospital bills she'd inevitably be sent, Bonnie was over that Gilbert bitch.
Bonnie smiled to herself as she placed an empty box on her desk and began to fill them with her items. She wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible but, as she began to fish for what she could and could not take, she realized she'd probably take more time than she originally planned. There were still personal files she needed to acquire and would need Mr. Mikaelson's approval to take them. Besides, she doubted if she still had access to her log-in.
They say if you speak of the devil he shall appear. In this case, her thoughts lingered too long on the man because as if on cue, the elevator chimed and in walked Elijah Mikaelson with a mysterious blonde man. Bonnie watched from the far side of the office as both men walked inside as if on a mission. She could sense the tension in the room as the men neared her desk. Curious eyes flashed between her and Elijah as everyone anticipated what would transpire.
As Elijah rounded the corner, his steps faltered slightly as he laid eyes on Bonnie. She offers a small smile and proceeds to fill her small box. Upon closer look, Bonnie realizes that the blonde man accompanying him is none other than Niklaus Mikaelson.
Niklaus was the middle brother, between Elijah and Kol. He was the rebel of the family. Three years ago a judge sentenced him five years and five million dollars after being charged for insider trading. It was thought that the Mikaelson firm, as a whole, was in on it but Niklaus had taken one for the team and served his bid without complaints.
While Kol had eyes for Davina Claire, Klaus had eyes for Bonnie Bennett but was never given the time of day. Bonnie was a professional above all and wouldn't be caught dead in Klaus's office alone. She didn't trust him and she didn't trust herself.
"Ah, the lovely Miss Bennett graces us with her presence one final time. Truly, we are honored." Bonnie rolls her eyes as Klaus smirks. A joke about how Elena wouldn't be the only person sporting stitches in the near future came to mind but Bonnie thought against it. Just because she had one temporary lapse in sanity didn't mean she had to forgo her professionalism altogether.
"Niklaus," Bonnie greets tersely. Her disdain for the annoying Mikaelson was almost muscle memory. "Glad to see you transitioning back into society so smoothly," she comments cooly. Niklaus chuckles at her dig but isn't deterred by her iciness.
"Likewise," he offers. Bonnie cusses beneath her breath. Touché, jerk.
"Miss Bennett," Elijah cuts in. Bonnie's eyes take a moment to shift from one brother to the next. "I'm actually glad you stopped by. I'd like to meet with you if you have a moment." At Bonnie's concerned look, Elijah adds, "It's nothing major. This shouldn't take long." Bonnie visibly relaxes.
"Sure," she says. "I actually needed to speak with you as well," she confesses. Elijah offers a stiff nod before turning to his brother. "Niklaus, if you don't mind." Klaus gave a curt nod.
"Do everything I would do, Brother," Klaus snickers low enough for only Elijah to hear. The look Elijah returned was none-too-friendly but Klaus ignored it. He turned to face Bonnie who was oblivious to what had just transpired. "Miss Bennett, it is always a pleasure," Klaus says with a suggestive glint in his eyes. Bonnie couldn't have been happier that she would no longer be working there. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.
"Likewise," Bonnie states sarcastically, using his words against him with a different context. Klaus smiles as he turns to make himself scarce. Bonnie follows Elijah inside his office where he shuts the door.
The sound of the door closing made her flinch ever so slightly. The door usually stays open to avoid any gossip but since she was technically no longer an employee, Elijah saw no harm. The damage was already done.
She follows him over to the corner to sit in the chair in front of his desk. The panoramic views of the city below were always something to marvel and Bonnie allowed herself to soak up the gorgeous view one final time. This was really it for her.
"Let me just start by apologizing for my actions last week. I had no right allowing things to progress so horribly." Though she said the words, the vindication of slamming Elena Gilbert's face into the surface of her desk ran through her veins. She couldn't say she would react any differently; at least not aloud.
"We all have our breaking point," Elijah offers kindly. In truth, Elena had it coming, he just never dreamed Bonnie would be the one to give it to her—always the quiet one.
Elijah pours himself a drink, whiskey neat, and stares out of the window. He leans against the corner where the two floor-length windows meet and peers down at the city. It was his favorite spot. There, he contemplated his most complex business deals and propositions. This moment was no different.
"I actually wanted to apologize to you for firing you." Bonnie stares at the man in silent shock. Unsure of how to respond, she takes a moment to fidget with the two-terabyte hard drive she held in her hands.
"It's okay," she consoles. She has no clue why he would ever feel the need to apologize to her. "Your hands were tied," she offers her explanation of things. Elijah glances in her direction.
"It wasn't," he states bluntly. Bonnie takes a deep breath as she braces herself for what was to come. Elijah was extremely hard to read. You only knew what he presented. He controlled everything in his life, down to the most minute details—or so it seemed.
"It wasn't?" Bonnie was beyond confused.
"I fired you for selfish reasons, Miss Bennett, and now that you are no longer an employee, I can tell you why." Of all the things she expected to hear, his next words were nowhere near close to what she imagined. "I'm not sure if what I feel for you is love or lust but I feel something."
It wasn't just stars she was seeing. She was pretty sure his words catapulted her into the middle of the Andromeda Galaxy where she now had a close-up of its neighbor, the Milky Way. Her breaths caught in her throat as her mind short-circuited while trying to process if what he was saying to her was truly what left his lips.
"And I'd like to explore it if you'll have me." The ease with which he said the words led Bonnie to believe that maybe she heard wrong. Her mind was playing tricks on her—it had to be.
"What?" The words came out as a breathy whisper and Elijah gripped his glass.
"If I were to keep you on board, we'd be forced to maintain a professional relationship. We both have the propensity of doing what's required of us, even at the expense of our desires."
His words were met with silence. It was painstaking but Elijah was not deterred. He expected as much. For years, there was an unspoken sexual tension between them that he hoped he hadn't misread.
Her silence began to weigh on him and he wondered briefly if maybe he had misread.
Bonnie didn't know what to think of his confession. "So you fired me… because you want to," she paused and tried to find a more professional way to express her concern. She then remembered that she no longer had to be professional. She hefted her chin in that defiant way he's grown to love. "You fired me because you want to fuck me, is that it?" The obscene word seemed foreign on her lips and shamefully, Elijah found himself intrigued.
"At the risk of sounding like a complete pervert, yes," he confessed. "Certainly you've noticed the way I've looked at you."
She has.
She always explained the looks away. The gentle caresses. The lingering touches on the small of her back in the guise of 'gentlemanliness'. She explained it all away. Elijah was a man of honor. He did not have impure thoughts about his personal assistant. That was cliche and unthinkable and beneath him. It was a story as old as time and a rule Elijah knew better than to break.
Never fall for the help.
But at the end of the very long day, men fell for it every time.
Except that Miss Bennett wasn't just 'the help'. She was so much more. Her overwhelming beauty was just a fraction of the allure. That she withstood the brief charms of Kol and the unrelenting charms of his brother, Niklaus, let Elijah know that Miss Bennett was truly a force to be reckoned with.
"Elijah." His name sounds like honey on her perfectly glossed lips. "Do you know how this sounds," she scolds.
"I am quite aware and believe me when I say, I've thought of every possible way to express how I feel and nothing short of brute honesty would suffice. I've studied you, Bonnie, and I know that you require the truth, no matter how disgusting." It had taken him a full week—no—five years, to perfect this moment. Since he first laid eyes on Sheila's granddaughter, he yearned for her but did his best to remain admirable.
Bonnie shivered, physically feeling the shift in the atmosphere. Her eyes met his and for the first time, she was truly seeing the man behind the mask. He studied her, he said, and his findings were right. Bonnie was a harbinger of truth, no matter the cost.
"What else do you know," she found herself asking. She wanted to rage but curiosity got the best of her.
"I know that you seek justice across the board for the marginalized and disenfranchised. You believe you are the voice to the voiceless even at the risk of burdening yourself with arduous tasks you have no obligations to. You defend others but are slow to take offense when others come against you. You've recently decided to become a vegetarian but substitute meat for a side of French Fries, you smile to yourself when you achieve small accomplishments, you have an oral fixation with pens but refuse to chew them because you're also anal retentive when it comes to your possessions. Your circle is small but you care for them deeply. You are the mediator between friends and family and while you're there for everyone else, no one is hardly ever there for you—"
"Enough," Bonnie cuts in. She felt as though layers she wasn't aware of had been peeled back and placed under a microscope. She felt exposed. Like standing in a room full of Elijah Mikaelson clones butt-ass naked beneath a spotlight. She doesn't like it and yet, she feels seen, for the first time in a long time.
"I keep to myself but I notice everything, much like yourself, Miss Bennett." And he's right. She notices. Every. Fucking. Thing.
He moves suddenly and Bonnie flinches, just a tad. He offers her a drink from his glass and she accepts it without a fuss. She knocks back the amber liquid in one gulp and signals with her eyes that she'd like more. He obliges, moving with grace and elegance that is unmatched. She sips the liquid meagerly and relishes in the burn in her chest, rather than the rhythm of her heart.
Be still, my beating heart. She thinks to herself. Elijah moves to sit on the edge of his desk where he towers over her. He watches her silently and Bonnie is suddenly hyperaware of the coolness of the room and her protruding nipples against her silk blouse. Her cheeks flush with heat as she wills her body to behave. The incensed look in his eyes creates a sudden pool of moisture between her thighs that she tries to ignore. This day has taken a drastic turn she was not prepared for.
"It would give me great joy if you'd kindly respond," he insists and Bonnie nearly laughs at his ability to remain… Elijah.
"I'm not sure what to say." He has just told her that he fired her because he wants to hold her down and fuck her against his desk and, rather than being irate, she is…
Not ready to confess how she feels. She's embarrassed. As a feminist, she should be drawing up a statement to give to the press in hopes of taking him down. She should not be ready to spread her legs before him to see what the hype is about. She should not be flattered by his 'alpha-maleness'. That shit is disgusting.
Instead, she's intrigued by his Elijah-like way of finessing women out of their panties. She wonders…
"Does this work on all of the women you have closed-door meetings with?" The moment the words are out of her mouth, she regrets them.
"Surely you do not believe that," he counters. She agrees. Just as he has noticed her, she's noticed him. Her words could be true for his brothers but not Elijah. Elijah was a perfect gentleman until given permission not to be. He didn't do random hookups. He was a man of intimate connections.
"I don't," she confessed. There is a moment of silence before she speaks up. "I've noticed you too," she finally says before taking a sip from his glass. He watches her. His brown eyes shimmer in the light of the sun filtering into the room and she finds that they match the liquid she drinks. Suddenly, she wants to melt him down and pour him into her glass, just to taste and see that he is as good as she believes him to be.
"Have you?" He quips. Bonnie nods and finishes the glass. She extends her arms and waits for him to retrieve the glass tumbler. Their fingers brush and Bonnie can feel the energy between them in their contact and suddenly, the outside world no longer exists. It's just he and she in this room, in this building, in this city.
"I have," she confirms. "I've noticed how meticulous you are. You seek order and control but you're not controlling. You fulfill your duties diligently without being asked. You don't let your emotions rule your thoughts, instead, you allow them to influence decisions in a way I have not seen mastered by anyone else. You care but you are smart enough not to let it show. You notice other people and try to make small differences in their lives. You remember dates without a calendar reminder," she says, remembering the small gift he left on her desk on Sheila's anniversary two weeks prior—a pendant with a picture of the two of them; the reason she returned to collect her things.
She smiles as she continues. "Though I've rarely seen you without your suit, I know that you are a homebody and prefer the comfort of your study as opposed to anywhere else." Elijah listened as Bonnie peeled back his layers one by one. "You prefer the company of one woman and are not phased by what glitters before you. You are slow to let people in and even slower to love but once you do, you do so with your whole heart. It's what I admire about you," and she meant that.
There was one woman, in the years she'd known him who was able to hold his attention. Gia Bennani. When she arrived at the firm, he was dating the young woman but ultimately, things did not last. She was never quite certain what transpired but knew that Elijah grieved her loss for several months. Since then, he's been on several dates, but nothing stuck. She wondered how long it would take for him to find love and wondered, with his recent confession, if she was the reason he hadn't bothered to look.
She moved to take another sip from his glass but was upended when his hand closed around hers. He closed the distance between them, invading her space in all the ways she craved, and pilfered the glass from her hand. She watched with earnest as he drank the liquid in a few short gulps, admiring the way his Adams Apple danced in his throat. Her lips caught in her teeth as she anticipated his next move, silently challenging him with her eyes.
"Pardon my forwardness," he said as he set the glass on the corner of his desk. His hand reached for her sides and with a swiftness she wasn't ready for, he gripped her tight and placed her on his desk. Bonnie released a small squeak and tried to contain the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. "But I need you completely sober for what's about to come." Without sparing another moment, his lips were on hers and Bonnie easily submitted to him.
Moisture gathered at her core as Elijah's mouth explored every square inch of hers. He hungrily laved her up, using his skillful tongue to explore the parts of her he'd dreamed about for years. His groans against her mouth matched her moans as he swallowed each one. Years of tension began to roll off the two of them in waves as his kisses and touches ravished her completely like a starved man finally allowed to eat his fill.
And that he did. Almost immediately, Elijah fell to his knees. Her skin-tight skirt snapped against her skin as he worked them over her rounded hips and thighs. Each inch of her skin felt like drowning in a sea of velvet-smooth umber. Her thighs were warm to the touch and his cheek reddened as he pressed them against her skin, inhaling her arousal. Bonnie moaned as his stubble grazed her sensitive areas and spread her legs, inviting her deeper. He pushed until she was lying flat on his large desk and with both arms, he gripped her thighs to keep her in place. He watched as the cotton of her g-string darkened with her moisture and Elijah tortured the both of them by pausing to admire the beauty of her before using his sharp teeth to tear into the fabric. Bonnie yelped from the pressure but immediately began moaning when Elijah's mouth pressed against her lips. Using his nose to part her labia, he lapped at her hungrily, slurping up her sweet nectar as he coaxed more out of her. His mouth closed over her clit and Bonnie did everything she could to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Her back arched and her toes curled in her stilettos as they dug into his back. Her hands found his head and pulled him closer as he slid his tongue deep inside of her curling it as it acted as a piston. Her vision blurred as she imagined other parts of him mimicking the same movement and she began squirming with anticipation.
"Elijah," she panted out. Elijah didn't slow down but his eyes met hers as he sucked gingerly on her clitoris. Bonnie shuddered and drew her knees up as she stiffened at the onslaught of an orgasm. Before she could reach her peak, however, Elijah stopped.
"Yes, baby?" Bonnie nearly orgasmed.
"I need you to fuck me," she moaned. "Please." The foreplay was nice but she was a woman deprived. Elijah chuckled.
"So impatient." He grinned before giving her clitoris kiss. Ignoring her request, he continued to suck on her slit. Bonnie released a squeak and a low groan as she tried her damndest not to make too much noise. When he finally released her from the hold his mouth had on her, he came up for air. He moved to slide his fingers inside of her, preparing her for his girth. Bonnie groaned and shivered as she tried to move away from him, completely overstimulated.
"I thought you wanted to get fucked," he said with a teasing grin. Bonnie stared up at him with lust-filled eyes and hefted her chin with defiance.
"I do," she breathed as she tried again to move away from him. The desk, now coated in her juices, worked against her as he slid her closer to him. He removed his fingers and sucked on his fingers, relishing in the taste of her, promising to come back for more later. For now, he needed to satisfy her, per her request. He gripped the back of her neck forcefully and Bonnie surprised herself by moaning as she leaned into his touch. His tongue slid into hers and he tasted even better with her on his tongue.
"How do you want it," he asked with his tongue on her ear. As he waited for an answer, he gave her vagina a firm pat, helping to desensitize her. Bonnie's heart beat in sync with his pats and she began laughing breathlessly against his mouth when his lips found hers again.
"Fast and filthy," she told him, releasing something primal within him. The patting stopped and his hand was replaced with his girth, stretching her past the point it'd ever been stretched before. She moaned out loud as she received him inch by salacious inch. Elijah groaned as her walls greedily gobbled him up, pulling him deeper inside of her. He allowed her to adjust to his size, growling as she gripped and spasmed all around him. She felt so good a growl shook his chest as he began to move inside of her, groaning as her walls put up a feeble fight at being invaded. He roughly kissed her cheek and groaned into her ear.
"That's a good girl," he growled and Bonnie felt herself grow increasingly wetter at the encouragement. "I know you can do better than this," he coaxed. Bonnie whimpered but relaxed into him, shuddering as Elijah slid further inside of her. Even as she relaxed, he could feel her walls resisting him further, and as good as it felt, he graved more. As he thrust inside of her, he gripped her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. His thumb rubbed against her bottom lip and he stared deep into her eyes. "More," he commanded with a groan. Bonnie nodded as she sucked on his thumb, relaxing around him until he bottomed out inside of her. Elijah groaned as he reached the hilt and nearly collapsed from euphoria as she opened heaven's gates for him. His thrusts became more primal as he pinned her to the desk and delivered stroke after delicious stroke.
"That's it," he praised as he spoke between grunts. "So good," he groaned.
Bonnie felt her insides twist with pride as she watched him unfold inside of her. Her moans fueled his fire. She reached up and tore open his shirt, watching as beads of sweat rolled down his chiseled chest. Though she was the one in the submissive position, she had all the control as she squeezed and pulled her walls around him, eliciting the responses she craved.
"Elijah?" His name on her tongue would forever be his favorite song.
"Whatever you want is yours," he confessed. There was nothing he'd withhold from her. Bonnie closed her eyes at his declaration and felt her stomach tighten with desire. Against her better judgment, she boldly placed her knees on his shoulders. Elijah inhaled as the perfume on her ankles invaded his senses.
"Stay right here with me," she coaxed in her siren-like song. Before he could decipher what she meant, she relaxed her knees further into her chest and Elijah stilled as he fell deeper inside of her. He gripped her thighs and froze as his vision exploded with stars. His breath shuddered as he completely lost control of himself and came violently inside of her. His grip on her thighs strengthened and Bonnie moaned without a care of who could hear them. She released all over him, the spasms of her walls milking him dry until he painfully pulled out of her with a gruff grunt, unable to take the torture any longer. He watched as both his nectar and hers oozed out of her and unashamedly, he dropped to her knees and and hurried his face between her legs once more. Bonnie screamed out in pleasure as she gripped the edges of his desk and rode out the waves of yet another orgasm. When he was done, she was a twitching mess of a woman drowning in a pool of sin.
Trying to collect herself, Elijah helped her off the desk, careful to avoid the mess they'd made. Before she could fix her clothing, he pulled her in for a kiss that left her weak in the knees. She moaned against his lips, hissing when he slapped her on her bare ass. Aroused as if he'd never touched her, Bonnie's eyes darkened with lust once again and the promise in her eyes let Elijah know that round two would result in his undoing.
"You keep looking at me that way, Miss Bennett and I won't be able to return to work." There was a small smirk on his face as he walked over to his closet to retrieve a new shirt—the buttons on his current one were strewn across the office floor. Bonnie pulled down her skirt and used the mirror to check her appearance. She hoped she'd be able to leave before the stains on her skirt began to show.
"Who said I'd let you return to work?" Elijah turned to her with a glimmer in his eyes.
"Oh?" Was all he managed to say. Bonnie grinned.
"You're coming home with me to finish what you started, Sir." She demanded. He finished with his tie and moved to stand behind her, admiring her appearance in the mirror. She looked as she did before she entered his office except there was a glow about her that he felt proud to contribute to.
"Okay," he said without much of a fight. Bonnie bit her lip before stepping from in front of him.
"Grab my box. I'll meet you downstairs." She opened her door to come face to face with Elena who had her hand raised to knock on his door. The two women glared at each other before Bonnie broke eye contact to face Elijah. "After you fire this one." Elena gasped as Bonnie sauntered out of his office and past the cubicles where her former co-workers sat. She ignored their looks and wondered how much—if any—had they heard. As she rounded the corner, she came face to face with none other than Niklaus himself. Based on the shit-eating grin on his face, they'd heard enough.
"Such a shame," he tsked. "You'd have been much louder with me." Bonnie smirked as she side-stepped him. She called for the elevator and turned to him just as it dinged for their floor.
"Keep dreaming, Mikaelson."