For Love's Sake Only

Aimee

Part 1

The first time he saw Blair Waldorf, she was a ten-year-old girl in a pink dress with a ridiculously big bowtie on her headband, hand in hand with the golden boy from the van der Bilt family. It was his last summer vacation in Hampton. Graduated from college with an MBA degree, he finally got his elder brother's approval and respect, who gave him the position of CEO in Australia branch of Bass Industry.

She caught his eye not only because she was a really really pretty girl, but also for the reason that she didn't give him the approval and respect that even his stubborn brother was showing him. She looked at him with a fake smile on her beautiful face, saying hello to him as other kids did. While her brown eyes, on the contrary, kept mocking him, telling him he was and was always going to be beneath her, even though he was twelve years older than her and had just got an MBA degree. He's new money. Nothing he can do to change the fact that his family didn't have an honorable name as hers did.

That was also the time he first noticed his nephew had a feeling for his best friend's girl. The boy was always staring at that golden couple when he thought no one was watching. His eyes sparkled with admiration and adoration, as if he was more than willing to be anything she wanted if only she let him.

Jack Bass chuckled to himself. She would not give his pathetic nephew that chance. She was a Waldorf, while he was a Bass. A Waldorf was destined to be with a van der Bilt, not a Bass. That's it.

And he was right, until eight years later, he saw her again, on New Year's Eve, a dry martini in her hand.

He couldn't help but noticing her fingers were delicate, and her lips were red, like sweet cherry. He wondered what kind of feeling he would get if those delicate fingers touch him and the ruby lips crush on his own.

He didn't wait for long. That night, when he entered her, a mysterious satisfaction and happiness filled his whole body, and maybe soul, too. He wanted to tell the whole fucking world, the girl wiggled underneath him was Blair Waldorf, the queen of Manhattan, the princess of upper east side, and, the love of his nephew's life.

Once upon a time, he didn't believe Blair Waldorf would care about a Bass. While that night, when she murmured his nephew's name and shed tears from closed eyes in his bed, he found himself wrong. She not only cared, but also even loved that naive, weak, womanizing boy who was now in Thailand fucking whores and smoking marijuana.

"Please bring him back." she begged vaguely, cheeks shining with tears rolling down, "Please bring him back to me."

Her voice was broken. She was broken. The proud princess Blair Waldorf was broken because of a worthless scum like his nephew. Jack Bass signed. But anyway, he promised the girl in his arms that he would bring Chuck Bass back. Only for her.

He didn't know why he abandoned his previous plan to simply take his late brother's company until the day his ignorant nephew yelled at her, accusing her of being the wife. It was exactly at that moment he realized that he chose a more difficult way to win the company only to make the girl see what an undeserving and self-centered bastard his nephew was.

Unfortunately, she never did.

He heard she took him back after all the mysterious gentlemen club and babysitter drama. He didn't understand, not at all. The girl he met eight years ago in Hampton would never accept a man who had hurt her and betrayed her countless times like his nephew. The Blair Waldorf he once knew was too proud to forgive someone like that.

However, it seemed that she was not Blair Waldorf anymore with his nephew, even though the boy claimed he wasn't Chuck Bass without her. He was the one who found himself in their relationship while she was the one who lost herself in it.

So unfair, but so true.

Then next time he saw her, she was walking down the stairs, as beautiful and graceful as always. That time he kissed her on her delicate hand. The knowledge that his nephew was watching all the time gave him abnormal satisfaction.

"While, there's something caught my eye." he told his nephew, smirking at the desperate boy. He was telling the truth. The girl had caught his eye eight years ago when she was only ten. And as time went by, her harsh words and angry glare only added to her charm. He was attracted to her. And if she could accept his good-for-nothing nephew, maybe she would like him, too.

He could see red in his nephew's eyes. But soon, the dangerous fury was taken place by desperation, desperation to win the hotel back. He chuckled to himself silently. How naive the boy was. Did he really think he only wanted a night with his magnificent girlfriend? Did he really think that proud but vulnerable girl could make it through?

So so stupid.

However, when he finally got the chance to touch her, he didn't. The expression on her face made him rigid. She was too good to be used like this, too good to be laid as a common whore.

He watched her world cracked, heart broken. He could hardly describe his feeling at that time. It was happiness of revenge combined with slight guilt. But it didn't matter. The devastated look on his nephew's face was priceless. He didn't regret, not even one little part of his whole plan.

Yes. Jack Bass may like Blair Waldorf, but he loved his nephew's misery more.