Everything was perfect in Blair's world. Her mother and her were no longer feuding, Serena and her were great, and most of all she had married the love of her life, Chuck Bass. For years they had loved each other but it took forever to get either one of them to admit it, which tore them apart. Blair never imagined that her and Chuck would ever even date let alone get married.
It was nearing the anniversary of Bart's death and Blair knew that even though Chuck despised him father, he still had a soft spot for him deep down. Every year around this time it was confusing for Blair because she didn't know whether to comfort him or just give him space. She felt that because they were now married that she should do her best to comfort him and talk about it because that's what wives do.
Blair walked through the front doors of Bass industries and into the elevator. She knew everyone there because she often visited there to surprise Chuck or take him to lunch. The elevator doors began to shut just as Blair jumped through them. She was determined to make this time of year good for Chuck no matter what she had to do. Earlier that day she had called and made reservations at his favorite Italian restaurant so they could have lunch together and talk about their day. As she got out of the elevator she walked over to Chuck's assistant Amber and asked to see him. His assistant was twenty something and blonde which was Chuck's type, which is why Blair hated her.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Waldorf but Mr. Bass is on a call right now."
"Oh don't worry he won't mind, besides I'm sure he would love a break from working. Oh, and it's Mrs. Bass." Blair hissed back.
Just then Blair walked past the desk and over to her husband's office. She opened the door and she immediately saw him standing and staring out the window. He turned around to see her and told whoever he was talking to that he would call them right back.
"Hey Blair what are you doing here?"
"Well I got reservations at your favorite restaurant and i was hoping i could steal you for an hour." A huge smile glistened across her face as she told him.
"That sounds nice but I was actually just about to work on some important design features for the new Bass Industries hotel."
"You do know that I love interior design right? How about I stay and help you!" She said as she winked at him.
"Actually I already have someone assisting me with it but thank you for the offer."
"Oh okay, well I guess I will just head home then."
Right as Blair was about to leave Amber walked in the door in a tight minidress.
"Mr. Bass I am ready to look over the design plans with you."
Blair shot a look at Chuck and rushed out of the room. She felt hurt that her husband clearly had no desire to spend time with her and that he had hired his 19 year old assistant to design a hotel rather than her.
As she walked out of the hotel she saw Arthur standing by the var and she quickly walked over.
"Hello Arthur, just back to the hotel please."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Bass but Mr. Bass actually called me to take him and his interior designer to lunch." He said to her nervously.
"Um oh okay, I guess i will just walk back then. Bye Arthur."
Arthur did feel bad for having to make her walk back because he always admired her. He was a sixty-five year old man who know one ever gave the time of day to, except for Blair. She always talked to him as they drove to wherever they were going. She would discuss the latest fashions as he tried his best to understand anything about fashion.
Just as Blair began to walk towards the hotel she heard the sound of stilettos behind her. She turned around to see Amber and Chuck walking side-by-side towards the limo. She watched as he opened the door for her and slid in next to her. Tears began to well up in her eyes because she remembered all of the memories in the limo with Chuck that now seemed so distant.
It was five thirty and Blair was standing in the kitchen making pasta. She figured since her and Chuck weren't able to have lunch together at the italian place, then she would attempt to make it at home. It took around two hours for Blair to finally finish cooking and set the table. She waited patiently at the table for Chuck to arrive home. Fifteen minutes went by and then thirty. She kept reheating everything in order to keep it hot. It had been two and a half hours and there was finally the sound of the front door opening. She walked over to the door with Chuck's favorite scotch in hand.
"Here you go dear." She said as she handed him the drink.
"Thank you but I am really not thirsty at all. Amber and I went to lunch and then to dinner to discuss the plans. We ate so much and now I am stuffed."
"Okay well nevermind then."
"What is that smell? Italian?" He asked.
"Yes actually, since we didn't go to lunch I was hoping to have dinner with you so I made pasta." She said as she smiled towards him.
"That's very sweet dear but I truly am full. I will send Dorota to clean it up."
Blair nodded and then walked to the dining room full of food. The table was set perfectly and candles had been lit everywhere. Though she knew the food was not amazing she had hoped that he would like the fact that she had tried.
An hour had passed and Blair was laying in bed reading a book as Chuck came out of the bathroom. He walked over to the bed and crawled next to her. Slowly he began to slide his hands up her thighs and her panties. She instantly noticed and moved away.
"What's wrong Blair? We haven't had sex at all today."
"I'm not in the mood tonight. Sorry." She did not even look over to him as she spoke.
"What the hell is up with you? Don't you wanna spend alone time together at all?"
"Yes actually I did. That's why I came to your office today. That's why I made you dinner tonight. But who cares because you had Amber to take to lunch and dinner to. I'm sure you love taking her to lunch when she's dressed like such a whore."
"What the fuck Blair? We didn't do anything and she was just there to discuss design plans. I work with her everyday, it's just business"
"Well that's funny because she referred to me as Ms. Waldorf. Care to tell her Chuck that you are married?"
"It never came up and I don't understand why you are freaking out."
"Because you said that you work with her everyday and the fact that you never once mentioned that your married worries me. I know how you used to be and I also know that it's a rough time of year for you so I have been trying to comfort you."
"I don't need any comforting. I could care less about my father's death. Amber never tries to baby me or attempt to comfort me because of it."
"Well then why don't you go be with Amber!" Tears came to her eyes as their fight carried on.
"Believe me when I say I have thought about it! I thought of grabbing her ass and shoving my tongue down her throat as we fuck. I imagined ripping off her tight leather dress and fucking her over my desk until she couldn't breathe. Or maybe even in the backseat of the limo."
Just then tears began to roll down Blair's cheeks as she got out of the bed. She ran to her closet and grabbed a long coat and ran out of the bedroom. She pressed the elevator and the doors immediately opened. She could hear Chuck's footsteps behind her but she didn't even turned around. The Elevator shut and she began to ball.
