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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥
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"Wake up, sleepy head!"
Nathalie grunted and opened one eye. Then the other. She surely wasn't in her bedroom.
"Finally. I was afraid you might've died." Damon said, pulling the sheet out of her grip. Right, that was his bedroom. He must have carried her up here at some point, after they both fell asleep on the coach yesterday.
She looked at him, the vampire standing on the opposite side of the giant bed, with no shirt on, staring at her. She hadn't had the chance to change, still in that tight black dress which was slightly pleated now, just enough to show a pair of black lacy underwear.
She scowled at him, causing his pure male smirk to widen even more, but didn't bother tug the hem of her dress. "What do you want?" She groaned, burying her head in the pillow as he chuckled.
"Now that you're up, go wash. The bath's awaiting you."
She whipped her head in his direction and narrowed her eyes. Damon, to his credit, didn't flinch. "Are you saying that I smell?"
A soft laugh. "What I'm saying is go take that bath." Something in his mesmerizing eyes shifted, darkened. "Or, I can lick you clean if you'd prefer."
"Vamphole!" She hissed, but he noticed her toes had curled. Yet she made no further move.
Damon pushed off the bed's frame, stalking to her side. He gave her a second to reconsider her choice not to get up, and then scooped her in his arms in bridal style. Just as he did yesterday when they fled Lockwood's residence.
The realization about what he was going to to hit her. "Don't you dare—"
He sped into the bathroom and suddenly his arms weren't around her body. The hot water embraced her and she yelled as he threw her into the bath. Damon's laugh reached her ears, he had already vamped away before she could splash him with water.
When Nathalie came out of the bathroom, the vampire was lounging on the bed, his hands folded behind his head. Still shirtless.
"You're a fucking bastard." She spat at him and he just chuckled while looking her up and down. She was naked, safe for the towel she'd wrapped around herself, which led to the thought——
"What am I to wear now after you destroyed my dress?"
She chose not to notice that his eyes had gone a few shades darker. Damon nudged the pair of ripped jeans lying on the edge of the bed. "Found that lying around."He informed, not taking his eyes from her body. "Should fit you."
Nathalie decided against the idea of asking why a pair of women's clothing was lying around. Instead, she hissed, "Get out!"
"It's my bedroom. I'm staying for the show." He smirked but the witch flipped him off, throwing a pillow on his head.
