Title: The Other Man
Author: Shelby
Summary: "I know your husband hates me. I can see it in his eyes. Don't try to deny it, Blair," Chuck spoke with a wronged pride. He was the other man, but jealous and possessive to the core. Chuck/Blair Two-Shot
A/N: This will be a two-shot if you guys think it is any good.
Sorry for the double update. There was something I had to fix.
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Chuck and Blair lied side by side, tangled in the sheets that had been stained with guilt and infidelity. She was silent when it finished and had not spoken since. He did not dare try to approach her or hold her like he used to, before he screwed everything up, before she left him, and before she got married. Now they had brief contact, weighed heavy with passion, but brief none the less. Then it was over, she'd lie in silence, get up, put her clothes back on, and leave.
"That was fun," Blair muttered in a sarcastic, cheerful tone. She got up from the bed and began the procedure he now had down so well.
'Stay,' he screamed on the inside. He did not dare utter it aloud though. She wouldn't listen to him. She never did. He knew now that she probably kept him in this unhappy and jealous state of life as punishment for what he did to her when they broke. He doesn't blame her, but it does make him miserable.
"I'd appreciate it if you did not approach me when I'm with my husband. It was juvenile behavior and will not be tolerated again." Her tone was cold and she turned around to greet him with poisonous eyes.
"And here I thought you liked that about me, considering Mathew and I are only eighteen miniscule years apart," he drawled. The words burned at his tongue and a revolting taste showered his tongue.
"That's right; unlike you he has spent those eighteen years and the twenty-four before them maturing. You've only amounted to… well the other man," Blair threw back. She picked up her purse, crossed her arms, and stood over him with a powerful, but sinister confident.
"Your other man," Chuck reminded her.
"My nothing, Chuck. You know what this is and there is no ownership involved. You're simply someone I turn to when the bed needs warming during one of his business trips. Don't get confused again." With those parting words she gave a simple shrug and left the room. The door slammed behind her.
He had pissed her off, but that was his intention. She grew livid whenever he brought up the fact that she, a twenty-four year old woman, had married a forty-two year old man. It was his one hit he could take at her so he made the shot whenever possible. Only problem was that whenever he pulled the trigger, the bullet plunged into her, but then bounced back and hit him. It didn't matter who he was or what his age was, he wasn't Chuck. She had married and in turn pledged her love to someone other than him. He felt betrayed without right, jealous without proof. He was the other man.
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Chuck leaned against the bar as he knocked back his fourth scotch. He was at some damn society event, a charitable one perhaps. There wasn't much left in him to care when it came down to that. He was like a robot as CEO of Bass Industries, signing whichever check to whatever donation was put into his hands.
With a sigh he allowed his eyes to wander around the room. There were many women who looked his way, gold diggers mostly, but they were hot. He could live up to his name and take them home or at least have a quickie in the bathroom, but he wouldn't. They didn't appeal to him anymore. Only she did. The one that he couldn't have, but what else was new?
"That's Mathew Prescott and his wife Blair, eighteen years apart, but both are very wealthy," an elder woman gossiped to another nearby him.
Chuck immediately looked to where she had motioned. He took in her beauty. It was a sight if there ever was one. She wore a stunning red gown, no straps, which clung to her curves perfectly, only flowing out just below her waist. Her chestnut curls cascaded down her back and she wore a matching set of diamond earrings and a necklace. All were gifts from him, her lover.
The only problem he had with her ensemble, the leech wrapped around her, her husband.
Chuck glared with pursed lips and he knocked back another drink. He detested that man with every fiber of his being. He knew it was party his fault that his actions had pushed her into the arms of another, but that was irrelevant now. Mathew offered security, experience, promises, and all that other bullshit. It made him want to vomit all over his perfectly tailored suit.
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"Stop glaring at him, Bass," Blair sighed casually as she came up from behind him. He spun around immediately and cracked a wicked grin.
"I'll glare at whomever I wish and thankfully he's the only one on my list. Unless you're cheating on him with some other lover," Chuck countered.
"Shut-up," she hissed and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket. Her actions were so fierce, but he found it so attractive. He had always loved that about her.
"I thought we agreed on no touching in public, Waldorf." He flashed his infamous smirk and winked.
"Ugh, you're intolerable," Blair scoffed. She released him and backed away as if he had bitten her. Still, she did not retreat fully. So he took up the advantage and stood beside her. It was a way that two people engaging in nothing, but innocent conversation stood. Of course, they both knew better.
"I heard Mathew just bought you a new summer home," he leered when she did not speak.
"Green does not look good on you, Bass," she returned with a smirk. He rolled his eyes, but knew down deep how truthful her words were. They both knew he was jealous as hell.
"Well we both know we'll christen it long before he even steps inside." Chuck grinned as he kept his eyes from hers. Instead, he stared forward, directly across the room, at her husband. The man was speaking with some business associate, but watched them carefully. He knew something wasn't right.
"Tell yourself whatever you need to make that Scotch less tempting, will you?" Blair mused. Her eyes then flickered up and she noticed his intense stare with the man who she wore matching rings with.
"What are you doing?" Her voice rose with furious caution.
"I know your husband hates me. I can see it in his eyes. Don't try to deny it, Blair. We both know how much he watches us when we're associating in public. Every time I come around his filthy hands are all over you. Not to mention, he watches your every move. Take now, for example," Chuck spoke with a wronged pride. He then turned towards her, his hand gestured to her husband.
"He's looking after me. It's called caring about the person you love. Something you know nothing about, Chuck," Blair retorted. Her body turned towards him and his smirk grew. It was exactly what he wanted her to do. So he took a step closer, their hands brushed against each others.
"He doesn't love you enough to make you end this little affair. Everyone knows about us, Blair. They always have and they always will." His hand lingered on the side of her hip, hidden from the crowd. He watched in menacing delight as she closed her eyes and tried to gain control of the electricity that shot from his body into hers. Their chemistry, no matter how wrong, was stupendous.
"Don't do this," she stated. The control came back and her eyes snapped open. She swatted his hand away and bared her teeth.
"You hurt yourself more than you could ever hurt me. The fact that he has me as his wife makes you die inside little by little, each time you are reminded of it. Not that I'm concerned with your pain anymore, anyways." Her dark colored eyes burned with a fire of hate. And with one last look, she turned and left him, again.
Chuck felt the butterflies cry tears of blood in his stomach. An invisible fist beat them from the outside, his insides turned into the pathetic mush he had become. He watched her walk up to her husband and the man wrapped his arm around her in a pleasant, but possessive manner. She left to go home with him. Chuck didn't even get a look back to hold him over for the night.
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A few weeks later, she was back in his bed again. They had just finished what for him was making love (or at least he pretended it was still that), but for her she claimed was only sex. But he couldn't take that anymore. He was losing himself, broken away bit by bit. His dignity and heart were shattered. He hung on by a thread and only so that he could have her on the nights of her choosing. But he needed more. So he broke her rule.
Chuck turned his body into hers and kissed her shoulder. He felt her tighten right away, the awkward comfort level, diminished. His arm draped over her body and he readied himself.
"Tell me you love me," he demanded, just above a whisper.
There was no lashing out from her side, just confusion.
"What?" Blair gasped in shock. She did not dare look at him, but shook her head. Her body felt cold and the blood pumped far faster than it was supposed to. She was not prepared for his words. He wasn't supposed to say them. They were too human for what she wanted this to be. What it had to be to protect her.
"Even if you don't mean them, just say it, please," Chuck pleaded. He reached his hand up and turned her cheek. His dark eyes stared directly into hers. It was what he needed to save himself, to have a shred of hope left even if it was actually false.
"Chuck Bass, I…" she paused and looked on him with dread. She couldn't do it again. She vowed to never tell him what had meant so much when they were last together. He broke her completely. She was a cold woman now, far more evil than the Ice Queen had ever been before. It would stay that way.
"Will never say those words to you, again," Blair finished. With that, she pushed him off her roughly and got from the bed. Her hands gathered up her clothes and she went for the door.
Chuck was in utter shock. He felt like he had a heart attack, but instead of dying, the pain just kept going. He felt heavy and sick. It was because of that it took him until she was at the door, to realize she was leaving. So he jumped from the bed and ran to her. The strong Chuck Bass was gone. With all his pride burned out, he was prepared to beg at her feet.
"No, you don't get to leave!" Chuck raged. He slammed the door shut with his hand before she was able to make her escape. The fake strong front came up first. It was his last attempt, but he knew unless she complied it would be gone too.
"Not until you tell me that you love me! I need you to say it to me Blair! You have to." His head shook in frustration as he grabbed onto her. His hands grasped tightly, sure to bruise, but it was time she took one too. His were all on the inside, far worse than any he'd ever leave on her.
"I don't have to do anything, especially say thing so far from the truth," Blair returned as her face twisted in anger. She needed to flee, to run away from him. He always got to run before so why was it when it was her turn he appeared so broken. It wasn't how the game went. He was breaking all the rules.
"Don't do this to me," he choked on his words and forced back a sob. Like the pathetic being he was he moved closer to her. He rubbed his cheek against hers. He wanted contact, loving and affectionate contact. He felt so cold and extremely deprived.
"Please don't do this to me." His voice broke and his eyes watered.
He didn't see it, but so did hers. But she pushed it all back down. She became the robot he had played so well in the past.
"You're not my girlfriend."
"You do it to yourself, Chuck." She looked directly forward, even when he pulled back and tried to look her in the eyes. Her actions were robotic like. It was what she had become.
He grabbed hold of her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers. He forced her to look at him, but she still didn't gaze into his soul, feel his heart.
"No-no, you're killing me, Blair. Can't you see it? I'm at my fucking breaking point and you're killing me!" He began to throw a tantrum like a child who wanted attention.
Blair squeezed her eyes shut. He didn't know it and she never would let him find out, but he broke her heart. The icy object shattered into a million, melted pieces. Now her only problem, was keeping them from putting themselves back together.
So she pushed him back, like he was the plague. And to her he was. She was in danger of catching him again, perhaps she already had. Her eyes bore into his with the harshest of vibes she could conjure.
"I refuse to stand here and listen to this any longer. I knew this was a mistake going in. You're obviously just as unstable as ever." Her words hurt her just as much as they hurt him, but they flowed in a sickly smooth way. His hand fell from the door, his eyes darkened. She made a move to leave.
The hand came up again. Damn, he sure put up a fight.
"No, don't leave! You are not fucking leaving me again. I won't let you. I can't." His voice weakened more and more as he spoke. But when he reached for her, she jumped back. He almost fell forward, flat on his face.
"Let me out, Chuck." She stood her ground. But her eyes became glossy. He was too lost in his own tears to notice. To him she appeared still as cold as ever.
"You're pathetic, you know that?"
The words came at a faster rate the longer he stood in her way.
"Nothing you say can hurt me more than leaving again, going back to him." Chuck gulped. His hand ached to caress her cheek. It was so messed up. He was a victim who wanted his killer to comfort him, the lamb that wished for the lion to lick his wounds that her own teeth caused.
"I'm pregnant," Blair uttered. It just came out. She knew instantly it was the worst mistake she had ever made.
Chuck felt the butterflies float up. He was confused at her confession, but felt relieved. A grin broke on his face and the tears stopped. Did it mean…
"Well that's too bad."
"Unless you're smiling to offer congratulations, drop it. The baby isn't yours. Now if you please, I'd like to go home to my husband."
She killed him completely.
And easily after that, she left. It wasn't hard to get past a wall that was crumbled into pieces below her feet.
Chuck Bass was nothing.
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A/N: Like I said if you want more this will be a two-shot… perhaps there is more than you think.
