Waking Up In Vegas

Chapter 3

Stefan's P.O.V.

I stare at her for a long time as Lexi sighs."So, how do except me to find her if we don't even know her name?" She says, stepping behind the receptionist desk as I stand close to her, watching as she scrolls down to the list of all the people who had checked out and into the hotel in the last few hours, including all the huge reception parties that had been going on the same night as Damon's.

"So, do you..-" She begins to say as I hear it, the familiar laugh of the brunette as she had laughed, walking away from me like she had known something I didn't.

"Holy shit! that's her!" I say, watching as she walks with the same blonde that I had almost bumped into a few nights ago, nearly tripping over the train in her wedding dress. "Lexi, that's her!" I tell her, watching as Lexi's blue eyes dart from me and then we watch them walk out of the hotel lobby.

"Well, what the hell are you standing next to me for! Go talk to her!" She hisses at me, watching as I take a deep breath, she's right...what the hell am I thinking..I need to ask her, to know her...to get some answers!

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Elena's P.O.V.

I stand with Caroline, waiting to take her out to lunch so that we can have a last little hurray before she goes on her honeymoon and then I go back to work and back home to Los Angeles.

I watch as Caroline throws something into the back of the car and then she looks over at me. "You ready?" She says, nodding at me as I smile and start to climb into the driver's seat of her Lamborghini as she pulls her shades over her eyes and gives me a smile.

But, just as I open the door, I hear his familiar voice, calling out in my direction from the middle of the parking lot. I shut the half opened door as I turn slowly, he didn't say my name since he doesn't know it. But, his loud "HEYYY!" surely did the trick as he runs up to me, his suit a mess and he's out of breath as he smiles at me.

"Hi." He says, a bashful smile on his face. I stare at him, waiting for more, curious as to why he even wants to continuous this.

"Mr. Salvatore. Hi, So...what's so important that you ran out here to stop me from going to lunch with my best friend?" I ask him, my eyebrows raised and my back leaned against the now closed car door.

"I realized that I didn't know your name...I know nothing about you and I...Well, I want to know more." He says, catching his breath as he gives me a flirtatious smile and then he clears his throat. "I'm not who you think I am...I mean, what you've read about me."

"Aha, so you're not a chauvinistic pig that sleeps around with women for a living and people like me get to write about it?" I ask, my arms crossed over my chest as Stefan stares at me.

"You're a writer?" He says, shock in his tone as he looks behind me and into the car. Caroline's taping away at the steering wheel and has just cranked up some random Kelly Clarkson song.

"A journalist, actually." I correct him quickly, watching as he scratches his head for a moment, confusion in his eyes as he says "So, you slept with me to write a column about it later?"

I nearly choke on my own saliva as he looks at me, his question lingering in the air. Yes, I write...I'm a writer for a magazine...a celebrity magazine, based in L.A...But, that's not why I just had a drunken fling with him...

"No, I didn't sleep with you to write an article about what you're like Mr. Salvatore. I slept with you because your hot for one and you actually seem like a genuinely nice guy." I tell him, a raise in my eyebrows as he laughs.

"Oh, well that's a better excuse then the one's I've heard before. So, if that's the case..let me know your name." He asks, a tilt of his head as he locks his eyes on me and takes as step forward, I have no choice but to look at him, straight in the eyes as he smiles at me, licking his lips as he leaves forward.

Stefan's pushes me against the door as I hear Caroline start to sing the chorus, blasting it to the top as she sings along, not even seeming too worried about what the hell happened to me.

"Please?" He asks, a seductive and serious tone in his voice as he whispers into my ear and then he backs a way, his green eyes dancing with desire.

I swallow hard, this guy and his attempt at trying to get me back into his bed is working all over again. But, I won't give in. I can't start anything, especially a so called "let's get to know you conversation over dinner" with him. Because, if there's one thing I know..it's that Stefan Salvatore is everything that I have ever written about him...a guy that uses women for his own pleasure, with his money, his mansions and his 1.4 million dollar yacht and house on the French coast line and I've promised myself that if I ever met him, I wouldn't fall for his charm or his act of being a Casanova.

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Stefan's P.O.V.

I watch as she writes down a number and her name on a card, handing it to me with shaking hands as I touch her hand briefly, nodding at her as she swallows and then she nods too. "So, there you go. Have a nice day, Stefan." She tells me, just as she watches me step back and I smile, a huge victorious smile on my face as I hear her friend talking to her as she shuts the door.

I watch them drive away as I look down at the card and read it aloud. "Elena Gilbert, Journalist and Co-editor for Gossip Today Magazine. Los Angeles , California."

"Oh my God! That's where I've seen her from before!" I say to myself, under my breath as I rush back into the hotel lobby. Lexi lifts up her head as she smiles at me, she's writing something down as she laughs and asks "Where have you been, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Lexi. I...I got her number! I knew that she looked so damn familiar from some place I just couldn't place her face until now!" I tell her, shock in my voice as she gives me a confused look.

"Stefan, I thought you said you had never seen her before...What is going on?" Lexi asks me, still confused as she watches me hand her the card and I pull out my cell phone, flipping through something as she sighs.

"So, she's a journalist. Big deal." She says, annoyance in her voice as I laugh.

"It may not be a big deal to you..But, to me...Lexi, it's major! Elena's written ton's of articles about me. She even wrote one recently, look." I tell her, handing her my cell phone where I've pulled an article up as I hear Lexi gasp and she speaks in a shocked tone.

"Oh My God! Caroline Forbes...She's her editor at the magazine! Elena Gilbert went to Caroline's wedding because they're best friends...knowing that you were going to be here for your brother's wedding because she actually wrote about it in this article!" Lexi tells me.

"Here listen to this, "Stefan Salvatore's brother, Damon Salvatore is the eldest of the brothers, marrying his college sweetheart Katherine Pierce this weekend at the Wynn Las Vegas..Where, my best friend and our very own, editor in chief Caroline Forbes will also be saying her vows to her beloved Klaus Mikaelson..." Lexi tells me, her voice trailing off as she hands me back my phone and I lock my eyes on hers.

"Caroline Forbes? I should have known! Damn it, she's Damon's ex girlfriend from high school and she had her reception across from his...it's either a really big coincidence or they planned it...to get more 'dirt' about us." I tell her, running my hands through my hair. I should have known that she looked familiar, that the blonde looked familiar too! Because, I've seen them before...more than once!