The Night Before.
Chuck silently gazed into the honey colored scotch he had just poured into his glass. With Nate out for a few hours he finally had some time to think about the past year. The bullet that changed his life so drastically had hit him exactly one year ago. He chuckled a bit at the thought of Henry, before standing up to view his kingdom trough the windows of the penthouse. Below him New York was still up and roaring. He was seen as the king of the UES, the young billionaire that had everything, except her.
In the time where he so carefully portrayed Henry Prince he sure was happy, but it was an artificial happiness, one that was bound to collapse once he had a taste of the tragedy called Chuck Bass. The tragedy that was his life. He was wrong to believe that his past in New York wouldn't haunt him, that the love of his life wouldn't haunt him. That she wasn't only the first thing he remembered waking up but also the last thing on his mind before he fell asleep. He backed up against the cool window and sat in the windowsill, closing his eyes. His lips curled into a soft smile whilst thinking of the girl that stole his heart 4 years ago. When they came back from Paris neither of them thought that they still craved each other so badly, not Blair who had regained her confidence and power and not himself who was now happy with Eva.
How mad he was when Blair pulled out her scheming again and made Eva leave him. But he was even angrier with himself for the relieve he felt when he could finally be Chuck Bass, the filthy young billionaire again. It was in his blood, pumping trough every vein and tissue in his body. He was the one that could on his own deliver a thousand scandals. And he couldn't throw that away for Eva. No matter how hard he believed he would, eventually it would end in sorrow just like every other fucking thing in his miserable, lonely life. He gulped the scotch away and slammed the glass next to him on the windowsill. The only one for whom he'd ever change but never had to was Blair. "Blair Waldorf" he whispered, a little louder he said "Blair Cornelia Waldorf" to no one but himself. He looked at himself in the mirror on the other side of the huge room that was part of the penthouse where he had spent so many nights with her. And later with other woman, sometimes even men who had been nothing but flesh to him. Nothing compared to the gorgeous, fierce brunette that had the classic scent of Chanel No5 all over her. She was the only one who had power over him and he was still willing to give her everything if he could be hers and she could be his. But none of that was bound to happen. He looked back up in the mirror, "she's going to be Blair Cornelia Grimaldi" he whispered into the empty darkness of the room. "Blair Cornelia fucking Grimaldi" he screamed from the top of his lungs, he stood up grabbing the empty glass and throwing it at his reflection.
Only just missing the mirror.
With trembling fingers he loosened his tie, sat down on the expensive Italian leather sofa and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't act like this. He gave his blessings, pushed her into the right direction right? She deserved happiness and he couldn't give that to her. Not to her, not to his father, not the Eva and not to himself. He wanted to try his best, but the best wasn't enough for Blair, she deserved more than that. And if that meant that she had to be with Grimaldi, he should let go. They shared a beautiful, dramatic story that would always be theirs but it was finished now. He tillted his head back facing the ceiling, "you did the right thing Bass" he whispered before the door flew open.
"Hey man, whatcha doin"? an overly happy Nate said before smashing his body down on the sofa, seeming to be oblivious to the tiny pieces of glass on the floor. "Nathaniel, I was just set to prepare myself for bed" Chuck said to his best friend.
"Dude it's 10PM on a Friday, you've been like this for weeks, now come out and pull your Bass attire on we're going out."Nate said, playfully bumping his fist into Chuck's shoulder.
He knew he couldn't stay in any longer before not only Nate but also his Van der Woodsen family would seriously start bugging him.
"Give me 20 minutes, and I choose where we're going."
"Whatever" Nate said already distracted by the Wii Sports menu that appeared on the large flat screen in front of them.
Chuck sighed and made his way into his bedroom.
The limo ride thankfully didn't take too long with Nate describing the quicky he had with a blonde that seemed to have "endless" legs, a "killer" smile and a rack that deserved to be in the "boob hall-of-fame" as Nate put it. After Chuck shushed him by cynically saying that she did seem to compare a lot to Serena the car was completely quiet and they both stared into the neon lights of the city. The car stopped at a place that both young men knew very well. It was Victrola, the beautiful and dark burlesque club, once under the ownership of one of them. Both of them got out of the limo and stepped into the red-velvet club that reeked of expensive liquor and cheap sex. It was used as the hide-out of the most successful and notorious business men of the UES, who came there to drown in the discrete pleasure.
They sat down at the expensive looking couch that was arranged infront of the stage at request of the young billionaire. When their drinks finally arrived and the lights dimmed for the dancers to start their show, Chuck settled down into the red velvet. Nate was visibly amused by the sultry dancing of the woman on stage while Chuck sat there with his eyes closed.
"I know you don't wanna talk about what happened..But."
"Relief! I feel relief." she interrupted him with giving him a look and her champagne clutched into her right hand.
He kept looking at his best friend's girlfriend, well ex girlfriend now.
"You know, I've got moves" she said with her cocky Blair Waldorf tone of voice while moving her head in time of the music.
Suddenly he felt like playing a game he knew the brunette could never resist. "Really? Then why don't you get up there" now it was just waiting for her to catch the bait.. "Nooo" she chuckled."I'm just saying, I've got moves".
He smirked "come on, you're ten times hotter than any of those girls" there he said it.
"I know what you're doing Bass" she said with her cheeks flushed into a light cherry red. Suddenly she looked him in the eyes. "You really don't think I'd go up there?"
He laughed in his head, he got her. "I know you wont do it" he said with a grin.
"Guard my drink" she said and walked up the stage while he sat back nodding in smiling disbelieve that he got his prudish friend to do this.
That disbelieve grew into admiration as she stepped on the stage, playfully threw her headband into the crowd and shed her dress to the floor, showing the champagne colored satin slip she wore underneath it. He saw that she was enjoying the attention she got from every living soul in the club as she shook her hips, seducing them all and especially him. He stood up to catch a better view of what was happening on stage, not noticing that his mouth had fallen open a little.
"Who's that girl" someone probably close to him asked. Without taking his eyes off of her he answered with an honest "I have no idea".
He tried to remember what the person next to him said after that, "you go babe?" no.. It was "you go baby vamp". Chuck smiled at the memory and opened his eyes, she became a woman in his eyes on that stage. The show didn't interest him as much as his memories did so he closed his eyes again as Nate was distracted by the girls on stage. He sighed and saw Blair on that stage again, as she seemed to dance for him alone.
She sunk to the floor and played with the pearls around her neck smiling at him, as she got up her finger traced her skin to the hem of her slip. He raised his glass and took a big gulp for this glorious moment that of all people in her life, only he got the privilege to see. She swayed her hips again, pursing her lips into a seductive pout. After many minutes of watching the newly naughty vixen on stage she got off and without even grabbing her dress, they walked towards the exit.
A few moments later they were in the backseat of his limo, both mesmerized with the new experiences they just had. "Thanks for the lift home" He looked for words, looked up to her only to come with "you were..amazing up there.." She looked at him and he wasn't sure if he had ever seen that glance on her face as she got closer. But it didn't matter anymore because as soon as she softly pressed her lips on his, he forgot everything they were. He knew what he wanted, and even though he knew the brunette virgin was different tonight he stopped. "Are you sure?" She didn't respond but let her mouth crash into his. Grasping every part of him she could reach as he did with her. This was different. In the 4 years that he was active he had fucked tons of woman. But he had never felt the need of wanting someone. Every cell in his body was burning with a raging desire to be as close to her as he could.
He new that it was corny, but that night was magical and electrifying for him, as was every moment he spend with her from then on. He didn't want those moments to ever end.
"Hey let's go man, it's my turn to pick" He opened his eyes and saw Nate standing in front of the couch with his hand reaching out at him. He took it and pulled himself up. As they walked towards the night air he looked back one more time, knowing that he'd never feel that way about anyone but her.