I Will Reach You
Chapter One
She waited for him but he didn't show. Two hours had passed and he had shown no signs of arriving. Why did he do this to her every single time? They were supposed to be going to Italy to spend their summer together. They were going to try and be "Chuck and Blair" but now Chuck was playing games, again. She had been looking forward to Italy ever since she had asked her to go. She loved Europe, it was a change of scenery. With that, she lifted her handbag and got on the private jet alone. She didn't need Chuck Bass to the be reason to have a great summer in Italy.
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He wanted to be with her more than she can describe. She made him a better person. Yet he was so afraid of letting her all the way in and she would see the real Chuck Bass.
He stood at his bedroom door, suit case packed for a hoilday. One which he would not be taking with Blair Waldorf. He kept telling himself that she was better off without him. He was starting to believe it. He should have called her to tell her he was not coming but if he did she would convince him to come with her and he didn't want that.
He pulled his suitcase into the hallway for the servant who he didn't know the name of to put it into the waiting limo outside.
"Could you tell Herny to wait a moment as I have to make a phone call?" Chuck said and pushed a fifty dollar bill into his hand.
"Of course Sir right away" He responded poiletly, lifting to suitcase as if it was full of air. Chuck walked back towards to living room and removed his phone from the inside pocket of his Raplh Lauren suit. He flicked through his contacts looking for her and clicked the call button.
"Hi Sophia, are you ready? The limo will pick you up in ten. I want you to wear that beautiful dress I sent you, I want you to be wearing it when we join the mile high club" Chuck hung up as soon as he had said all he needed to say and proceeded downstairs without another thought of a Miss Waldorf.
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"Serena I am fine honestly, I just want to be by myself for a while and then I am going to go to Paris to see my dad ok?" Blair told a worried Serena back in the Upper East Side, New York.
"I just want to be there for you B, I don't want any of your bad habits to flare up again, can I fly out to see you for a few days?" Serena tried again to persuade Blair to let her look after her. She knew how much this was tearing Blair up.
"S I am fine, don't tell Chuck where I am I don't want him to follow me here" Blair said playing with her hairband.
"I won't B, I promise just look after yourself ok? Call me if you need anything and I will be on the first flight out" Serena said and hung up momentarily.
"I don't know where she is Chuck, she won't tell me, can't you take the hint and stay out of her life just this once? She doesn't need you and your games anymore. You have made your bed and now you have to lie in it" Serena said pushing past him and slamming her bedroom door.
Chuck Bass was an idiot. He let the best thing in his life slip right through his fingers and she wasn't coming back. He never got on the flight with Sophia, his heart wouldn't let him. Pit his heart didn't force him to meet Blair. Then she never would have slipped right through his fingers.
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Blair got dressed for her night out alone but she knew that she wouldn't finish it alone. She realised the best way to get over Chuck Bass is to herself a new man who was everything Chuck Bass wasn't, except rich. She liked that in a man. This is when she missed Serena the most, someone to help her get ready and make her feel beautiful. She slipped on her tight purple backless cocktail dress which just covered where it needed to, will keep the boys guessing. She added her favourite pair of Christian Louboutin's and a gold Marc Jacobs clutch bag and she was ready for a night on the town.
She knew the best place to start the man hunt was the hotel bar sipping cocktails all alone. Perfect as her room wasn't too far away and there looked to be plenty of rich men staying here. As the lift doors opened she quickly glanced around, looking to see if there was any potential. She made her way slowly towards the bar and ordered a Martini. She sipped alone for a few minutes till the first predator came to try his luck.
"Hi I am Nico Taylor, how do you do lonely signora?" He said sitting on one of the high bar stools beside her. He was no boy, he was a man in a very expensive tailored suit.
"Blair Waldorf, nice to meet you Mr Taylor" Blair said as she raised her glass towards him.
"Would you care for another drink Miss Walllldorffff" Nico said as he rolled her surname around in his mouth. Before she responded, he named the waiter who rushed over at once and was told a list of instructions in Italian which Blair didn't understand but found sexy anyway. The waiter nodded and rushed off to prepare the order.
"You must come that here that much you have the waiting staff on name terms and rushing after you like your the president" Blair said playing with the olive of her martini in her mouth, flirting with him a little.
"I am here often because I own this hotel" Nico said and flashed her a million dollar smile. Warning signs flashed in Blair's mind but then just one night couldn't be so wrong could it?
"A man with money, I like what I see. So Nico, how did a guy like you end up with a big place like this?" Blair said putting down her martini glass and lifting the fresh one the waiter and just set down in front of her.
"Well lets just say I came from a rich family. So Blair, how did a girl like you end up in a place like this?" Nico said leaning closer and closer to her face.
"Well I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend but he never showed so its over. I came alone, do you have any idea's how I can do that?" Blair said sipping her Martini not breaking her gaze with him. She was already undressing him with her eyes.
"Well I can think of a few things signora, drink up and I will show you the presidential suite" Nico said kissing her neck lightly. Blair knocked the martini back, olive and all and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hands under her bare legs, lifted her from her bar stool and carried her towards the lift. The lift doors opened and he pushed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed her hard and fast and started to slip the shoulders of her dress down. As he continued to undress her she felt nothing, just like she wanted it to. This man was definitely the opposite of Chuck Bass.