There was only one person capable of holding his attention. Only one capable of taking the place of all of his vices. Only one capable of fulfilling his every need and desire. There was only one to ever say 'no.'
"Scotch on the rocks."
"Right away Mr. Bass."
Chuck Bass, upper-East-side's resident bad-boy, was sitting at the bar of his father's- no, his hotel- drowning himself in hatred, self-loathing, and the deliciously numbing effects of alcohol. He had just returned from the reading of his father's will, which stated that he was now the CEO of Bass Industries, and therefore, a 17 year old billionaire. The money was nothing new to him. Nor was the absence of his father- even when alive, Bart Bass did not waste his precious time on his son.
Chuck had never cared about anyone or anything, except for his best friend, Nate Archibald, and of course, sex and booze. Those were his only weaknesses. He had never before cared about- must less loved- a woman before. Especially not Blair Waldorf.
Blair Waldorf. That's who he chose to fall for. No. He didn't choose this. He was forced into it by her damn intoxicating eyes. They crushed him every time he looked into them. It was almost like looking directly into her soul. He knew that she was actually a good person- not that his feelings would change, even if she turned out to be a serial killer- and that scared him. When he looked into her eyes, he lost himself in their depth. He would never be good enough for the beautiful, intelligent, and captivating girl that is Blair Waldorf.
She told him she loved him after his dad's funeral. It killed him to not just take her into his arms and kiss her with all the passion, grief, love, fear, and longing that was practically pouring out of him. Instead of doing the only thing that would truly heal him and put to an end his torture, he told her that it was 'too bad."
Chuck no longer had hopes. He no longer had dreams. Just the fear of being left alone with his scotch for the rest of his life. Just months ago, he would have thought that a lovely future. Not now. Now that he knew that Blair loved him too. He had refused to say those three words to her- too scared of meaning them. Too scared of her refusal. Too scared of hurting her.
It was then, sitting at the bar at the Palace, that Chuck Bass, the heartless bad-boy, realized that he had fallen in love- true love- with the beautiful, witty, charming Blair Waldorf.
Love. He had never felt anything like it. His mother died when he was young. His father was too preoccupied with making the Bass fortune even larger. He had never known love. This feeling of elation, joy, and sheer contentment that was love was entirely foreign to him.
He would do anything to have her.
Author's note:
I love Chair. J
I think I'll leave this as a one-shot, but I'll probably write some more that couple with this one.
Enjoy darlings. And please review.