Here is the new chapter three. This is the first chapter that is completely different than the original (hopefully in a good way). Many thanks to Kate (This Is My Escape) and my friend Paul for editing help and support. Kate has an amazing story out called Four Lettered Lie, go check out if you haven't. Enjoy!
"And we put a fake smile to hide the pain, yet we wish someone would look closely enough and see how broken we really are inside."
"So, how is working at the big, fancy casino?" Jeremy asked over the phone line. Elena rolled her eyes. She could practically hear the food rolling around in his mouth as he chewed his food.
"I really like it, Jer. It's a good job, with good benefits, and the housing is amazing." Elena replied while fiddling with the copy machine.
"Don't remind me. Your suite is bigger than my apartment!" Elena smiled at his comment. She could imagine him throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "I can barely move 'round my apartment nowadays."
"Maybe you should clean your clothes and dishes then. You might find space you never knew you had," she teased.
"I thought that if you moved out, you would stop nagging me about how clean I keep my apartment," Jeremy huffed.
"Then stop whining about having no room," Elena laughed. "I have to go, Jer, but I will talk to you later okay?"
"Alright, make sure you ask your rich boss what kind of discounts family member get. I'm feeling the urge to gamble!"
"Yeah, I'll get right on that," Elena mumbled sarcastically.
"Oh, hey!" Jeremy said quickly. "Have you talked to Katherine?" Elena froze. To say she wasn't expecting that would have been an understatement.
"Uh…I-no I haven't," Elena stuttered. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself. Talking about her older sister was an extremely sensitive subject.
"I was just wondering. It's been a few months since I've seen her."
"It's been a few years for me," Elena mumbled quietly.
"Oh shit, 'Lena, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I really have to go though. Goodbye, Jeremy."
She hung up before he could reply and slipped her phone back into her pocket before she continued to make copies of some documents as she tried to keep her mind off of her sister.
Elena walked out of the copy room and down the quiet hallway. Most of the rooms were conference rooms or offices of some sort. As she made her way down the hallway, something caught her eye. Damon, Stefan, Klaus, Elijah, and Alaric were all seated in one of the conference rooms on the first floor of the hotel, looking positively miserable. Papers and pictures were scattered all over the table. It was definitely a sight to see.
"You boys look positively miserable," she teased as she walked into the room.
"Oh! A woman! Thank God." Klaus clapped. Elena looked at everything on the table.
"You're planning a masquerade?" Elena asked excitedly.
"Well…we're trying," Damon shrugged. "Care to include your input? We're guys, we suck at planning parties." Damon grabbed Elena's hand and pulled her close. "Help us please? We need you," he pouted. Elena laughed softly and rolled her eyes.
She looked at Damon for a second. He gave her the biggest pout and puppy eyes she'd ever seen. She sighed before asking, "Where are you guys at?" She took a seat in-between Damon and Alaric. Damon gave her a goofy smile. The other four men in the room exchanged curious looks.
"We were trying to decide on a theme," Alaric muttered. He glared at the pictures on the table. Elena grabbed some of the pictures and flipped through them.
"Ugh, these are horrible. Where did you get these ideas?"
"Google," Stefan sighed. He was seated across from Alaric, his head was resting against the back of the chair and his eyes were closed.
"A word of advice, don't use Google again," Elena recommended. She tossed the photos back on the table.
The guys groaned in unison. "And I thought we were getting somewhere," Klaus complained, his thick British accent filled with annoyance.
"Well, it is a good thing I'm here. I used to be on the planning committee at my high school. We planned every dance that Mystic Falls had for four years. First, we need to set a date for this thing."
"I think we agreed on December 17," Alaric threw in.
"Any particular reason or is it just a random date?"
"It was the day my dart hit on the calendar," Damon smirked.
"Why am I not surprised?" Elena muttered. "Move the masquerade to December 31. New Year's Eve is a popular time for a party. People love to ring in the New Year with alcohol. This masquerade will be the party to go to. With the date in mind, I think we should stick with gold, white, and silver for the colors used. It will kind of be like the masquerade scene in the Phantom of the Opera."
"Yes, that is a great idea," Elijah stated. Everyone else just gave Elena a confused looked. She rolled her eyes.
"Elijah, you've watched Phantom of the Opera?" Klaus asked as he tried not to laugh.
"I might have," he replied stiffly, straightening his suit jacket.
"Okay," Elena jumped in. "Go home and watch Phantom of the Opera. It will give you an idea for what we are going for." Everyone but Damon and Elena stood up and stretched before heading out of the conference room. Elena stood up and reached for the pictures on the table. She flipped through them one more time before deciding that there weren't any good ideas in them and threw them away.
Damon appeared behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and started leaving soft kisses up and down her neck. Elena smiled and rested her hands on top of his which were on her stomach.
"Hmm…I've missed you," Damon whispered in her ear before nibbling on it.
"You see me every day," Elena laughed, tilting her head.
"Yeah I know, but you've been so busy. When you're here, you're working, and when you leave, you're busy getting everything moved in. I feel like I haven't seen you in months!"
"You are so dramatic, Damon," Elena sighed.
"Mmhmm." Damon began sucking hard on the spot on her neck he knew drove her crazy. Elena gasped and wrapped one hand around his head. She buried her hand into his dark locks and gripped hard. Damon groaned and continued sucking. "You know, it was kind of hot the way you ordered them around."
"You think so?" Elena breathed.
"Definitely," Damon mumbled against her damp skin.
"Well, I meant what I told them to do and I meant it for you as well," She said sternly before slipping out of his grasp. "Go watch the film." Elena smiled teasingly.
"But…" Damon pouted. "Can I watch it while inside of you?"
"Oh my God," Elena laughed and turned to walk out of the room. "You should get to work Mr. Salvatore," Elena called over her shoulder.
By the time she got home, she was exhausted. She kicked off her heels and slipped into the bathroom to start a hot bubble bath.
As the bathtub filled, Elena headed into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. As the first bit of wine hit her taste buds, she felt herself relax a little. Between the move from Mystic Falls to Los Angeles and then from her brothers apartment to the casino, her family, and starting her first real job, she'd been extremely tense with stress.
Yeah, she was a manager at the grill but that was nothing compared to this. Most of the customers that came into the grill were people she knew her entire life. She never had any problem with any of them. Working in a massive, extremely popular casino was definitely different. Not to mention, up until a few weeks ago, she had been sheltered her entire life. First by her parents, and then after their death she was sheltered by her aunt and uncle and her older brother and sister. Once she moved to L.A. she continued to be sheltered by her older brother. For the first time in her life, she was alone in the sense that there was no one taking care of her. It was relieving, yet stressing and a little scary.
Elena sighed as she slipped into the hot water. She'd been so busy lately with the move and the new job that she hadn't had a chance to just relax and enjoy some alone time. As she relaxed in her bath and sipped on her class of wine, she closed her eyes and for a moment she allowed herself to forget everything. Just for a split second, she allowed the mask she'd been wearing for as long as she could remember, slip. A single tear slipped out of the corner of her closed eye and rolled down her cheek. When the stray tear reached the middle of her cheek, she lifted her hand and caught it on her finger. She studied it for a second. It was the first tear she had shed in years. She had managed to keep everything buried down for years and in one moment of weakness, one single tear filled with the pain of the past few years broke free.
She held her nose and disappeared under the water, erasing all evidence of her pain and weakness. When she re-emerged, her eyes were clear of tears.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good baby," the busty redhead moaned as she rode Damon. He gripped her waist tightly and thrust up hard, desperately trying to find his release. It had been a few days since he'd had any sexual encounters and it was getting to him. "Ohh yeah, right there," the red head gasped. Damon rolled his eyes. Just shut up, he thought to himself. He just wanted to cum. Was that so much to ask?
"Oh, God! I'm cumming!" As she began to tighten around his shaft, he flipped her over and pounded into her. He was so close. As the redhead came down from her high, Damon continued to thrust into her, chasing his orgasm.
"Fuck!" he hissed as he collapsed on top of her. The woman began running her fingers through his hair.
"That was amazing," she sighed almost euphorically. Damon muttered something and pulled out of her. "Ohh…you're still hard. We can go for round two stud," the woman said in what Damon assumed she thought was a seductive voice.
"I think I'll pass. I'm still hard because I've yet to come," he said the last part bitterly.
"I can fix that," she smirked before taking him into her mouth. She wasn't bad at sucking him off. In fact, she could deep throat like a pro, but still Damon couldn't get his release. After a few minutes of her sucking him, he pushed her away gently.
"Just leave," he grumbled. He slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. "When I get out of the shower, you need to be gone." He slammed the door, leaving the girl naked and confused in his bed.
He was going to have a massive case of the blue balls if he didn't find a release soon. He contemplated just finishing himself off, which was something he hadn't done since he was 15, but then the face of someone he was dying to have again popped into his mine. Elena. She drove him wild in the sack. He could feel himself getting even harder just thinking about her. They were both off tonight and she was one hundred percent moved in, so as far as he knew, she was free tonight.
He quickly washed himself, getting all traces of the redhead off of him, before he hopped out of the shower. As he got dressed, he wondered why he didn't just go to Elena in the first place. Instead he went to his favorite bar down the street and picked up a horrible lay.
As he made his way towards her suite, he could feel the anticipation growing. Oh the things he was going to do to her. He knocked on her door and waited. After a moment with no answer, he knocked gain a little louder. After another few seconds he heard a thud and a groan. "Elena?" he called, worry in his voice. When he didn't receive reply, he swiped his master keycard and slipped into her suite.
Most of the lights were off except for a lamp in the living room which was on the floor, behind the couch. He picked it up, slightly surprised that it didn't break, and set it on the end table.
"Damonnnn…" Elena slurred. She was on the floor in front of the couch. There was an empty wine bottle next to her. "What're you doin' here," she hiccupped.
"Elena? Are you drunk?" he asked, surprised at her behavior. Damon had only known her for a few weeks, but she was always calm and collected.
"Pbbbt…nooo…I'm not druunk."
"Okay, boozy," he said as he bent down to help her up. "What's wrong?" He asked once she was stable.
"Nothing's wrong you silly goose head. I'm soooo awesome," she smiled. Damon looked at her completely unconvinced.
"Elena-" he tried, but was cut off when she placed her finger on his lips.
"Shh…" she whispered. "Make me forget," she said weakly.
"Forget what?" he asked.
"Everything." She didn't wait for a reply, she just crashed her lips to his in a sloppy kiss.
"Elena, we can't," he said. He couldn't believe he was stopping it, but he was. "You aren't thinking straight."
"Oh, I'm thinking extremely straight," she argued. "I want you Damon and I know you want me," she gripped his erection through his pants. "So stop being a gentleman, take me to my bed, and fuck me into oblivion."
Damon tried to hold out. He didn't feel right about sleeping with her in the state she was in, but all of his self-control went out the window when she stuck her hand down his sweats and gripped his cock tightly. Damon lifted her and Elena immediately wrapped her legs around him, grinding against him. "I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't remember your name in the morning."
"Yes, please," Elena breathed as he carried her to her room.
Damon woke up feeling nothing shy of amazing. He stretched and groaned, the sheets slipping during the movement and exposing his naked chest. The sun shone brightly through the window and bathed the room in natural light. He turned toward where he thought Elena was, only to be met with an empty bed side. Damon flashed back to the morning he woke up after their first time. Unless Elena left him alone in her own suite, then she had to have still been there somewhere.
He slipped on his boxers and headed into the living room. The couch and coffee table were straightened and the wine bottle was gone. He heard shuffling in the kitchen. "Morning," he said as he walked in. Elena was at the sink washing dishes as a pot of coffee brewed.
She turned and smiled at him. "Hey. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, you didn't. How are you feeling? You were pretty drunk last night." He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. He studied her closely.
"Not one of my finest moments," she laughed. "I'm fine."
"No hangover?" he asked surprised.
"I don't get hangovers." She shrugged.
"You're kidding me. That's pretty lucky. What happened yesterday that made you feel the need to get drunk off cheap wine by yourself?"
Elena froze for a moment before swiftly replying, "Nothing serious, just needed a night to relax and ended up drinking a little too much."
Damon narrowed his eyes at her slightly. He knew she was lying but chose not to press it. "So what are you doing today on your off day?"
"I didn't have any plans," Elena replied as she finished washing the last few dishes. She opened one of the cabinets and grabbed two coffee mugs. "Do you want some coffee?" Damon nodded and opened the fridge to grab the creamer.
"So Elena, tell me about yourself." Damon said nonchalantly as he fixed his coffee. Elena laughed at the random topic.
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything. Why did you come to L.A.?"
"My brother lives here and I figured there would be more job opportunities here than in my home town."
"Mystic Falls?" he clarified. Elena nodded. "That is in Virginia isn't it?"
"Yep. It is not a very exciting place to live."
"Are your parents still there?" He asked before he took a sip of coffee.
"My parents are dead. They both died when I was 6. I was raised by my aunt and uncle. They still live there, but I am pretty sure they were tempted to move here for a while when I told them I was leaving. I was the baby of the family and they never had any children of their own so they saw me more as their child than their niece."
"I'm sorry about your parents," he said sincerely.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"How did they die?"
"It's not something I really like to talk about," Elea tried to remain calm, but it was hard to do when the subject of her parents was floating around.
"I can understand that. You said you have a brother? Any other siblings?"
"Yeah, my brother Jeremy is three years older and I have a sister, Katherine, she is six years older. I haven't seen her since I was ten though. Let's just say my aunt and uncle didn't treat my brother and sister like they treated me."
"It's kind of complicated," she replied. Damon waited for her to continue, but when she didn't, he assumed it was another topic she didn't want to talk about. "So what about you? What is your life story?"
"It is not really exciting. Stefan is my only sibling. He is three years younger than me. My mother left when we were young. She left no explanation, she just disappeared without a goodbye. My father became a raging drunk and nearly ran this resort in the ground. His death was probably the best thing that happened to me, not to sound crass. He was abusive and mean. Stefan and I used the money from his life insurance and our inheritance to restore this place. It brought us closer as brothers, which I am extremely grateful for. Other than that, nothing too exciting about me."
"You don't have any secret wives or children out there do you?"
Damon laughed. "I definitely don't have any children. I'm not an idiot. If the girl isn't on birth control, I wrap my shit. Sometimes twice."
"You didn't answer my first question. About your secret wife."
"No wives, I can promise you that. Just some very broken hearted one night stands."
"What do you consider me? You can't really call me a one night stand."
"I like to consider you a friend…with benefits."
"Pretty good benefits…" Elena smiled coyly.
"Hmmm," he agreed, looking Elena up and down. He wrapped one arm around Elena's waist and pulled her close. He peppered her throat with wet kisses.
"I know what I'm doing on my day off," she whispered before nibbling on his ear.
"That is, if you have the stamina to keep me entertained for the entire day." Damon pulled back and looked at her darkly.
"Just remember…you asked for it," he growled before he picked her up and carried her back into her room. Their coffee remained on the counter, forgotten about, as they dug themselves into a hole that they would soon be unable to escape from.
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