Elena came home exhausted after a meeting with some buyers. She was a house wife but also a businesswoman. She didn't want to depend on Damon all the time even though she built her own business using his money. Money that he gave her as compensation.
"Madame, here's the mails you've received today." Her helping hand handed her the mails. She took them. 'Wait, these mine. The mailman got confused with the same name." After all both were Salvatore's. She groaned but put her leather jacket on to go to Stefan's.
She bell the ring but no answer. She waited. She bell the ring again. Still no answer. She hesitated but opened the door. "Stefan?" She called. Slowly she walked in. "Stefan?" She again called.
She huffed thinking to drop the mails and leave. She placed the mails on the table. As she was prepared to leave, she heard a loud noise came from the upstairs.
She hurriedly walked into the stairs and went in the room, she assumed the sound came from. As she opened the door, she saw Caroline took the bottle and hit it on Stefan's head, causing him to scream.
"No, Stefan." Elena screamed hurriedly to get Stefan away from Caroline who was sitting on the wheelchair, fuming in anger.
"What are you doing here?" Stefan asked groaning in pain. Elena was busy examining his forehead. There was cut in his head.
"I just came to give you the mails. The mailman mistook yours with mine." She said. "What's going on?" She asked and looking at Caroline who was babbling things, looking down.
"Elena, wait outside." Stefan said. "But..." But Stefan stopped Elena to say anything further. Elena looked at Caroline once again. She also saw a large vase on the ground probably the first one she tried to hit Stefan with. She stormed out his house.
Few minutes later, Stefan went to Elena's. Elena was sitting on her sofa. "Hey." Stefan said softly.
"You're bleeding." Elena said still mad at Stefan for some reason though she was in no place to judge him or mad at him.
"Yeah. I think" Stefan said touching his wound and groaned. Elena jumped off her sofa. "Sit here. I'll take the bandage." Elena said getting into the bathroom to get aid kit.
She came to Stefan. Stefan was still looking at her. Those green eyes were saddened and alone.
"Wanna share about your crazy wife hitting you in the head?" Elena asked annoyed.
Stefan groaned. "She's... It's complicated." Stefan purched his lips. "No, it's not Stefan." Elena said cleaning the wound a little harder. "Ouch!' Stefan yelped in lain. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Elena asked in annoyance.
After she was done cleaning him up. "All done." She sat next to him, looking straight at him. Stefan looked at her, knowing exactly what her eyes were asking him. His eyes dropped.
"Caroline and I got married 4 years, 15 days, 45 minutes, 37 seconds ago." He said. Elena raised her eyebrows. He was such a Romeo.
"She got pregnant with Ron when we were engaged. We wanted to escape from the people's back talk so that's why we got married. After a year later, she got pregnant again and I was a luckiest bastard alive." He said remembering his beautiful moments with her.
"I wasn't in love with her when she got pregnant with Ron. We were just having sex with no string attachments. But I grew loving her. She was the mother of my children after all." He said.
"After Harry was born, she made me complete. Until it wasn't.... I..." He stopped.
Elena tensed up seeing him so weak and vulnerable. "Then she started acting strange. She got mad for no reason. She yelled at the children, and me. She said she heard voices in the head. She acted normal but the next moment she wasn't. I was having a hard time raising the kids and she was going insane."
"She has schizophrenia" Elena said. Stefan looked at her and sighed. "Yeah, she has." Stefan replied. "God! Stefan, I'm so sorry." Elena pleaded.
Stefan brought his cold hand and touched her warm cheek. She closed her eyes. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It's my fate." Stefan said.
Elena slowly got up. Stefan kept looking at her. She straddled on him, holding his face. He placed his hands on her hips, squeezing her soft flesh.
She leaned towards his lips. She could feel his hot breath against hers. Her body shivered. "Elena..." Stefan said softly caressing her naked hips.
She slowly brushed her lips against his, not kissing just keeping them there. Slowly Stefan started moving his lips with hers. It was so and gentle but screw gentleness.
They opened their lips widely and kissed each other lips hungrily. Elena started moving her pelvis against his throbbing dick. Stefan groaned into her mouth, squeezing her ass roughly.
Elena groaned. It had been so long since they both got some actions in bed. Stefan pulled her into his lap and rolled them over so Elena was now on the sofa and Stefan was hovering over her.
Stefan's hand went straight into Elena's panties. She was dripping mess down there. Elena let go off his lips and moaned loudly when she felt his fingers on her hot pussy.
Stefan kissed her chest, almost ready to rip her little dress off and fuck her senseless. But suddenly he stopped touching her pussy. Elena widely opened her eyes, realizing the situation they created.
He gently pulled his hand out of her. "We shouldn't." Stefan said disappointed. Elena was trying hard to calm her breath, so was he.
"Yeah." Elena said rubbing her hand on her face. "Thank you for the bandage." Elena couldn't say anything because he took her breath away. Stefan said quickly getting off of her. Elena was seeing Stefan walking out of the house.
