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Here’s a PREVIEW of part 4 given just how INSPIRED I feel, let me know what you think so far lovelies... Part 1 is HERE if you’re interested and forgot what happened..This picks up straight after last chapter..
Neil’s Bar, Indio CA – 3 years ago
“When you said wager, I assumed it was going to be less one sided,” she drawled, taking in her interesting surrounds. Klaus couldn’t help but grin at the raw sass he remembered so well and just how good she looked in mini denim shorts and a sly smile.
“Everyone likes a bit of karaoke,” he reasoned, gesturing to a nearby booth.
“Yeah, especially a chart topping musician,” she shot back.
“Chart topping? Has someone been researching Klaus Mikaelson?”
“No, Mister Third Person,” she replied bluntly, taking a seat and gesturing to the waiter for service. “Your sister mentioned it actually, think she’s quite the fan. Not surprising given she’s related and kind of has to like your stuff, or pretend to anyway…”
“Hey, hey,” Freya objected from a neighbouring booth. “I heard that and it’s only like fifty percent true.” Klaus wasn’t surprised, his siblings had this way of pretending not to care in public, even Freya who had joined the family fold late but had picked up on their idiosyncrasies quickly. It was then Klaus knew they were definitely related.
When he’d stumbled upon, not only his sister but the woman he’d been dreaming about for four years at Coachella, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach it. In fact, his response had been erratic and somehow he’d challenged her to a unknown bet in the space of three unexpected and stressful minutes.
Klaus loved a wager, in fact he’d won many over the years against his bandmates but suddenly he felt a little self conscious. Caroline Forbes had that effect on him. To say he’d been following her career closely over the past two years was an understatement. He all but stopped at posting photos because it was both stalkerish and Kol would never let him live it down.
“This isn’t about my stuff,” he implored, hoping that his family hadn’t done too much damage.
“So what’s the bet, Mikaelson?” Katherine Pierce appeared from out of nowhere.
“Kat.” Caroline replied. “I know you get bored easily but we’ve made more than a few friends tonight.”
“If you’re talking about the band I’ve already made some predictable judgements,” she offered, taking a seat next to Klaus and startling him somewhat. “Those two are in love with your sisters,” she gestured between Enzo and Lucien. “And don’t get me started on Kol, he needs a leash and that’s only for starters.”
“She’s good,” he offered, shrugging his shoulders and sending Caroline a coy smile. “Do you hire her out for parties?”
“I probably should, god knows it would make us lots of money.”
“I could probably analyse this particular situation unfolding before me but given my precarious position as Caroline’s best friend I’ll pass,” she chirped. “So, what exactly are the stakes?”
“We both perform a confidential song of choice,” Klaus suggested, passing her a scrap of paper. “Best crowd reaction wins. Although given I’m a singer I’m more than happy to...”
“Don’t you dare, Mikaelson,” Caroline shot back. “I don’t take pity.” Klaus was fairly certain he liked her even more at that point.
“Not gonna lie, you’ve probably bet the most competitive person to a challenge,” Katherine whistled. “Good luck, I only hope the terms aren’t your first born.”
“I’m game,” he murmured, trying to ignore just how adorable she looked gnawing on her pencil and trying to work out what to write. “I’ll take a date.”
“How extremely predictable,” Caroline scoffed, taking a brief moment to gaze into his blue eyes.
“I really need my hedges trimmed,” she smirked, folding the piece of paper over mysteriously. Klaus couldn’t help but feel his erection begin to grow beneath the booth. “And I really hate washing too.”
“Washing,” Klaus coughed, trying to reconcile her terms.
“Yes, you know domestic chores? Why? Are you afraid to lose?” She sing-songed.
“I don’t ever lose a bet, love,” Klaus boasted, folding his song choice next to hers. She might of had the upper hand earlier, but he had every intention of winning no matter the consequences....