So this story came into my mind, when I first heard the spoilers of Jack Bass' return.

For those who (actually) read my other story "The long road" don't worry, I'm continuing it, I just need a little break from it since the lack of reviews for the last chapter I'm a bit unmotivated right now. But like I said I'm definitely going to continue it (next weekend).

Hope you enjoy this story. Please R&R,

xoxo, Mia

Today was his 20th birthday and exactly like last year, Blair wanted to spend the day alone, all by herself, well almost by herself.

She had borrowed her father's car and had driven to a beautiful spot which was located about one hour away out of the city.

She had passed her driver's license about a year ago and she was thankful for the independence.

In New York driving around in your own car was pure insanity but here in Europe, France the ability to drive was convenient.

Right now she was sitting on a bench on a small hill, admiring the view above her – endless fields of lavender.

Like last year and well, to be honest every single day or well night – because during the day she kept herself busy – her mind wandered back to him – her heart clenching with pain, a pain that hadn't subsided in the past two years - , to Chuck and their relationship and to everything that had left her here in France, all alone, all by herself – well almost by herself.

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They had been happy Almost a year they had been going strong, had been inseparable. Ten month of bliss, joy and passionate love making.

And then? Then Jack Bass had entered their life like a tornado. The destruction and the damage he had left was unspeakable.

At first the crack in their relationship had been invisible. Well nearly invisible.

It had been a week after Jack's return, when Blair had visited in his suite after class.

Although it hadn't even been six pm, Chuck had been drinking.

Blair had smelled the familiar scent of scotch immediately.

Chuck hadn't been completely drunk though, but Blair had sensed that something had been wrong.

Of course Chuck wasn't a saint and never had been one before but the drinking at this time on a working day had been unusual. Ever since Chuck had inherited his father's company and had been chosen as CEO of Bass' Industries, he had remained sober during the day.

Of course sometimes during a lunch meeting, he would drink a glass of scotch to seal a successful business deal but as Blair had eyed the bottle of scotch, she had been able to see that the bottle had been almost empty.

"Hey you, I was thinking we could go to Butter and afterwards we could go home and I'll let you have your way with me." She had decided to ignore the scotch and had given him a quick peck on the lips while smiling seductively.

"I'm not in the mood for going out." He had looked quite pissed.

"What happened? What is it?"

"Damn it Blair! Why on earth should have something happened? Why can't I just not be in the mood for going out without you jumping to conclusions, I'm just tired for heaven's sake."

Blair had flinched by his harsh words and had abruptly turned around to leave the apartment.

Before she had reached the door, Chuck had gently grabbed her by the shoulder. He had turned her around kissing her deeply and hugging her tightly. He had buried his face in her hair inhaling her scent with his nose. "I'm sorry, Jack had visited me today at the office and he had provoked me but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. How about we stay in, and you'll let me have my way with you right now?"

"Right here, right now, Bass, what are you waiting for?"

They had had incredible sex that night as Chuck had tried to make it up to her for his earlier behaviour.

Blair had thought that they would be ok but gosh how wrong she had been. Chuck had been getting moodier from week to week and he had started to control her.

One evening she had studied longer than she had intended to and when she had returned to Chuck's apartment/suite he had been so pissed and angry.

"Where have you been, have you been with him?"

"What are you talking about" With whom should I have been? I was studying".

"With Jack, you've been with him, right. Oh yeah he had given me some juicy details about your night on New Years Eve. How you screamed his name while climaxing, how you…"

"Chuck, stop. That's exactly what he wants; he wants to destroy us and what we have. Don't let him do this. Please. Don't let him win. I love you and I was depressed that night because you were gone and I was drunk, so drunk I could barely walk straight. I regret that night ever since. I regret that night every single day. Chuck, you're it for me and I'm sorrier than I could ever tell you."

"If you love me as much as you say you do, then how in the world you're able to explain those pictures?"

He had shown her a couple of pictures; practically had shoved them into her face.

Blair had paled by the sight of them. They had shown her and Jack kissing passionately – at least that had been the impression the pictures would give to those who looked at them.

Truth be told, Jack had waited in front of her dorm room the week before and he had caught her by surprise crushing his mouth on hers attacking her with his lips. She had fought him of, though, a fact that couldn't be seen on those pictures and had slapped him hard, also something that hadn't been evident from them.

"Well what? Have you lost your voice?

"Chuck, listen, yes he kissed me but I didn't kiss him back. Please, you have to trust me."

"How could I trust you? You could have told me. But you didn't, so I assume it wasn't as harmless and one-sided as you want to make me believe."

"Chuck, I…"

"Blair! Stop! I can't do this anymore. Every time I look at you, I see him touching you, I imagine how he touches you, how he…. It's over Blair. Pack your stuff and leave".

"Chuck, please don't this, I love you. Please I love you more than anything."

Blair had pleaded and she had cried, tears continually streaming down her face.

It had been no use. While Blair had packed her stuff, he had looked out of the window with a stony expression on his face.

She had left and had returned to her dorm room. She couldn't go to the Waldorf penthouse that night.

She had cried for what seemed an eternity.

There had been a knock on her door and when she had opened it, it had been Chuck, looking as hell as she had felt and was still feeling.

He had kissed her hungrily and with desperation and she had held him tightly and had kissed him with the same desperation. "Are you sure?" Blair had given him her answer by kissing him with even more force than before. "That won't change a thing" and Blair had known that too and had continued kissing him.

They had barely been undressed when Chuck had lifted her up thrusting into her. His pace had been frantic but she had welcomed that. They had climaxed together and Chuck had carried her over to the bed and this time they had made love taking their time.

The next morning Chuck had been gone. Without a note. Without an explanation.

But Blair had known him well enough. Therefore she hadn't been surprised.

Ten hours later she had been in a plane to France, a plane headed to Paris. All alone, all by herself – well almost by herself.

tbc…