Waking Up In Vegas

Chapter 25

Stefan's P.O.V.

Ashlynn's house is huge, expensive and I can tell that she has definitely hired someone to decorate the place and she's probably paid top dollar to do so. She smiles at me widely as she walks me through it. It's not like I haven't been around rich people and their houses, their expensive materialistic items. Because I have and I live in a huge house as well. But, this is something else.

The front of it has a huge white picket fence, an upstairs balcony that looks out towards the street, columns by the front door that are covered with stones. The inside of the house is an open layout, widows on almost every corner so that you can see the ocean view and the sand from every angle, two large French doors that open out to the beach and a patio with a pool and a fire pit that already has a fire going in it.

"So, what do you think?" Ashlynn asks me, watching me from the corner of her eye as she bends down and takes out a few glasses of wine, along with a couple wine bottles from one of her cabinets in the kitchen.

"It's beautiful." I tell her, hearing as she laughs and pulls her long blonde hair behind her ears and blushes a bit, walking away from the counter and taking a seat next to me, a wine glass full of white wine in her tan and thin hands.

"So, Mr. Salvatore..Can I call you that or should I just call you, Stefan..Is it true what they say about you?" She asks, leaning forward, placing her hand on my arm that's resting against her cream colored couch.

"Stefan's fine..As far as the gossip about me, all depends who you ask." I tell her, hearing as she laughs and then places her hands on me, staring up into my green eyes.

It's awkward and weird. The house is full of people, mostly all of them in the backyard by the pool, listening to some music that's blaring from this live band that's playing outside and here I am, sitting here on the couch in this somewhat closed off room with Ashlynn. I feel like I'm being interviewed, or interrogated by her. So, just as she seems to be getting a little too friendly with me, a little too comfortable. I quickly get up, excusing myself and giving her a small smile.

I end up walking out the door towards the fire pit , glancing around to see a few familiar faces, then I see her, standing next to him, laughing loudly as she places her hand onto his shoulder and someone snaps a picture of them. Elena looks beautiful in her dark purple strapless colored dress that comes down to just a little above her knees, her silver colored strappy heels are half way to her ankles and as I look up to meet her eyes, my feet move me out the door and towards them, past the large crowd of photographers. But just when I take a few more steps towards where Elena and her date are standing, I feel someone grab my arm and pull me towards her, the smell of floral perfume filling my nostrils and when I lock my eyes on her, trying hard not to stare down at the cleavage that her plunging red dress has created when she leans into me and whispers against my ear, blonde hair to one side of her face when she says. "Hello, handsome...Where do you think your going?"

I want to push her off of me so that I turn around and to look at Elena. Ashlynn being my date to this stupid thing was a huge mistake because, so far all she's done is follow me around, making sexual advances at me all night and it's really starting to piss me off. But, I guess what makes me even more angry is that when I turn around to look over at Elena again. I see her dancing, chest to chest, their bodies so close together that if you looked over at them from an outsiders point of view, you would think that he was her boyfriend!

"Look, Ashlynn..How about you go and get us some more wine..or something?" I ask her, watching as she nods and then says over her shoulder. "Okay, I have to make a speech soon..anyways, it'll help me get through it! I hope you are here to hear it, because I'm going to be mentioning you, Mr. Salvatore." She says turning towards me and winking at me before she gets lost into the crowd of people.