Title: The Other Man
Author: Shelby
Summary: "I know your husband hates me. I can see it in his eyes. Don't try to deny it, Blair," Chuck spoke with a wronged pride. He was the other man, but a jealous and possessive to the core. Chuck/Blair Three-Shot
A/N: After all the positive reviews how could I not give you guys more? Oh and it's going to be a three-shot.
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Blair convinced her husband to let her go stay in France with her father for most of the pregnancy. He was always traveling there for business anyways and met with her often. She just needed to be away from the city and more importantly Chuck Bass. After what happened, especially how she had left him, she just could not face him. She was a coward and a bitch if there ever was one, but it was for the best. Her life was perfect, Mathew was great, and she was the ideal Manhattan Society Woman that her mother always wanted her to be.
It took a month of silence and then Chuck tried to contact her again. He kept up with it for the next six months and now in her seventh month of pregnancy he was still persistent. Now, she wished he'd see her because if he did she was sure he'd run the other way. To her dismay and her husband's, she had gotten huge. He gave her some leverage since she told him it was his baby and according to him, who else's would it be?
Plus, it could very well be Mathew's. It was not as if it was impossible or anything. She was certain the doctor was off with the probable time of conception. It was just after Mathew had left and when she had been with Chuck, but they always used condoms. Mathew and she were not so careful because they were married.
So she told herself and everyone else it was her husband's. It was the only acceptable option. And now at seven months of convincing herself, she seemed confident about it almost fully. And the vacationing trip she was meeting Mathew in Tahiti for, would help even more. She had been hesitant to fly, but the doctor assured her she had a healthy pregnancy and it would be fine. So she went to meet him.
Mathew had reserved a grand hotel suite. It was very spacious and lavish, but that was nothing from the norm. He never accepted anything, but the best, if it wasn't perfect then forget it. It was something she had learned more of after they got married, unfortunately. But she'd never admit that, not even to herself.
"The resort grounds are so magnificent, honey, and the beaches look so wonderful too," Blair told him in a cheerful tone. She wanted to make him see how much she appreciated everything he did for her, everything he gave her. Plus, since he had been away, she had done a lot to be everything he wanted. Even though she was pregnant she had kept up rather nicely with her appearance. It was his request so she hoped he'd take notice to her fulfilling it.
"Yes, it is, but then again it's not like you'd dare step out on a beach in your current state, due to size of course. Now I laid out your attire on the bed so go on and get dressed for dinner," Mathew replied in a trance like state. He didn't even seem to look her in the eye, but simply gave her a peck on the cheek and went into the bathroom.
Blair kept quiet as she looked over the dress. She hoped that she'd be able to fit into it. If not then he'd be upset and she was certain that she'd never hear the end of it. She was in dire need of a corset right now. Quickly, her hands rummaged through her suitcases for one.
"How was your trip?" she called to him. Her tone was kept casual, to distract him and mainly to not sound suspicious. She didn't want him to know about the corset. After all, it was not like he'd probably want or have time to have sex with her tonight.
"Well it's not like I was on vacation, Blair. It was work. And I hate to say it, but I am meeting with some clients downstairs in the bar tonight. But I'll also have to make some phone calls before then. I'd like you to go down and greet them so they know I'll be down in a few minutes," he explained.
"Of course," Blair nodded. She managed to squeeze into the dress he had gotten for her. It looked awful; she had literally swelled up like a beach ball. It wasn't going to burst down the seams or anything, but it was very hard for her to breathe. The waistline cut into her tummy, but she would have to deal since it was not actually hurting the baby or anything.
"This is very important. Go on and don't keep them waiting, Blair," Mathew sighed as if he was so irritated with her taking her time. He walked back into the room and pecked her on the lips.
"How do I look?" Blair flashed him a seductive smile as she put her hands on her hips. His eyes roamed her body and then he shrugged. He cracked a forced smile.
"I love that dress on you, honey, but tonight let's get you a salad so you can wear it again." He did not ask her if that was what she wanted, but simply stated it. It was something she started to let him do without even realizing it at first. He knew about her self-esteem issues and learned they were the perfect rule in gaining what he loved more than anything, control.
"Oh," Blair's face fell, but she coughed to cover it up, "of course." She gave a small wave to him and then left the room. The dress felt even more constricted than before.
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The trip had gotten cut short, to say the least. After they met with his new business associates, Mathew had to fly back to New York to work out details. He told her it would be best if she came with, but she stood her ground and declined. The whole vacation with him had a melancholy feel to it and she knew it had not been that way until she saw him. She told him she wanted a few days to relax at the hotel's exclusive spa, but in reality she wanted space. Perhaps it was the hormones, but she felt like he was ordering her around far more than he had before. She wanted some control over her life, over their… over her baby's life.
"Mrs. Prescott, I have your iced water with lime," the waiter said to her with a polite tone. He flashed her, what almost looked like a flirtatious smile, but she knew that she must be senile. Pregnancy was not exactly the turn on of any man, at least not one she had met yet.
"Thank you," Blair replied. He set it down on her table and she signed her name to the bill. Then she turned back to focus on the window in front of her. It gazed out at the gorgeous beach of Tahiti. There was nothing like it. What she would give to put her feet in the water, but it was too hot to go out in clothing and a bathing suit was out of the question.
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Chuck stepped into the hotel an hour after he arrived in Tahiti. Mike, his PI, had been very helpful these past few months. Not only had he found a place where Chuck could pull it together, but he got all there was to get on Mr. and Mrs. Prescott.
Blair had spent most of her pregnancy in France with her father. That he learned quickly, since he called her all the time. He knew it was desperate and needy, but he was still broken. He may have been less of an alcoholic, but inside he was still on the floor of his suite where she had left him. But now he had hope again, courteously of Blair's easily bribed doctor. He had found out when the pregnancy was likely to be conceived. Sure, she could have been having sex with her husband at the same time, but he didn't like that option of thought very much. He now had motive to see her and make her think she'd have to see him.
It was just his luck that some top business men suddenly decided to strike up a deal with Mathew that called for him being in New York, leaving Blair in a paradise like Tahiti. A vacationing spot where seldom would recognize if one was with their spouse or the other man.
"Mr. Bass, we have been expecting your arrival. I do hope you had a pleasant flight. Please come with us to your room," the manager greeted him with a bright smile. Chuck shook his head and held up his hand.
"No thank you, I'm actually meeting a friend of mine for lunch. We just realized mere minutes ago, during phone conversation, we are staying at the same resort. Could you tell me where Blair Wal… I mean Mrs. Blair Prescott is?" Her proper name made him want to barf. It didn't fit right. Blair did not go with Prescott it went with Waldorf and… Bass.
"Oh how delightful. Why she is already in the dining room, Mr. Bass," the manager replied.
A victory grin stretched clear across Chuck's face.
"Thank you very much," he nodded. He then had the manager point out which way to go. Once that was done, he headed directly to the dining room. He was dying to see her. He knew that he could get her back, he always could and he always would.
His eyes flickered around the room in search of her. And they found her within seconds.
Blair sat at a table against the back window. She had on a lavender sundress and large hat. Both were gifts he had sent to her, surprised when she did not immediately send them back. He had found her size from well, calling all the stores she shopped at. But he had yet to see much of her and certainly not when she looked like she did now, seven months pregnant. Oh and what a divine sight she was. He had never agreed with pregnancy on just any woman, but then since when was Blair Waldorf any woman?
"Fancy seeing you here," Chuck mused. He tried to stand up straight and act confident. While on the inside he told himself that he was a mess and probably looked like crap. To see her he got dressed, did his hair, and washed, but the past few months he had done nothing, but laze around and drink.
"Chuck," Blair gasped as her head turned to look up at him. Her chestnut eyes widened and she forced to swallow down a huge lump in her throat. He was supposed to hate her, god she hated herself. What was he doing there?
"I have a proposition for you," he stated. There was a bit of human he saw in her and for that he was thrilled.
"We cut our contract a long time ago," she scoffed and rolled her eyes. The coldness was back in her tone instantly. That was what she preferred to be like now. Ever since he broke her heart more than anyone could have, she treated him in only the upmost cold and sadistic manner.
"You say that, yet it looks like you need company now more than ever, my company," Chuck emphasized. He then sat down next to her, but she turned away from him.
She pretended to gaze out the window and gave no indication she even knew he was there anymore.
"I don't need your anything, especially now. The affair was a mistake…"
"No, the marriage was a mistake," he cut in.
Blair's head whipped around and she narrowed her eyes. If looks could kill, he'd be dead, right then and there.
"What do you want from me, Bass? Not only am I married, but I'm also carrying Mathew's child. Doesn't that repel you at all? There is another man's baby growing inside of me. I'm seven months pregnant. You're not in this picture, you never were. There is no room for you," Blair sneered. Her voice was like a hiss.
"I couldn't give a flying fuck about your precious little Mathew. So don't speak of him again or I swear to God, I'll tape your mouth shut. Sit down at this table and listen to what I have to say or so help me, Blair, I will throw you over my shoulders and drag you out of here to force you to listen to me," Chuck seethed. He was losing his temper. Her words about her husband and associating him with the baby, he was determined to believe was his, really struck a nerve.
"Fine, but keep your voice down, people will hear you. They may expect abhorrent behavior from you, but I will not have it associated with me," Blair returned with thinned lips. She then leaned back in her chair and tried to focus on making him think she hated him with every fiber of her being.
"Because having an affair during your precious marriage isn't abhorrent behavior," Chuck rolled his eyes.
"Do you want me to leave, Bass?" she threatened. Instantly, his smug look dropped and he leaned closer across the table. In response, she lounged further back in her chair. She wanted him to get the message, but he didn't seem to care about anything, but getting his point across.
"So, what is it that you deem important enough to hunt me down and stalk me in Tahiti?" Blair pondered. She sounded casual to anyone else, but he sensed the hidden bitter tones.
"Actually, I have stalked you your entire duration in France. Tahiti was just the perfect place to corner you," Chuck smirked.
Her mouth fell slightly agape for a moment. She stared at him, in pained awe. He looked so much like he use to, when they acted so playful. The time they were together after he finally said I love you, had been the best time of her life. Perhaps, that was why their break-up and what he did hurt her so badly. But when he flashed his infamous smirk and kinked his eyebrows like he used to, she felt like she had stepped back in time, if only for a moment. But of course, reality crashed down like the harsh tidal wave it was.
"You shouldn't say such things," she snapped.
"Yet you never think to stop me as I say them, only comment after they are said," he returned.
"Look, just say what you have to say. I do not wish to be in your company much longer," Blair sighed. She refused to play his games in her current state. That part of her life was over, for good.
"Alright," he turned serious and he placed his hand on her leg.
Her eyes darted down to it and then back up into his eyes. The feel of his touch was so overwhelming. It stole her voice away from her. She was trapped, completely cornered.
"I want you back, Blair," Chuck told her, plain and simple.
Both of their hearts dropped to the pits of their stomachs as the butterflies swarmed around nervously. What was she supposed to say? And how was he going to further handle the situation? Neither had that much of a clue, they were lost, and ironically lost together.
"You-you never had me," Blair stuttered. Her eyes squeezed shut and she shook her head. But when her hand moved to push his off her leg, he wouldn't budge. Instead, he came closer and whispered into her ear.
"We both know that's not true. Now just think this over, please. I love you, I've always loved you, and at some point you're going to have to forgive me or forget me forever. But let's face it, either of us forgetting the other is impossible. Believe me, I've tried to rid myself of you in every way possible, but nothing has worked. I went as far as overdosing the night you left, but Nate found me and when I woke-up, I just remembered dreaming of you. I dreamed about how you left me, over and over again, throughout our lives," he started to explain in a low whisper.
"Chuck," Blair gasped as her eyes snapped open. She turned towards him as water brimmed in her eyes. The human part in her had been triggered. And she knew he hadn't expected it, but that was because he didn't realize how good she was at hiding it.
"I'm not finished," Chuck protested. He looked hurt. Like she was stopping all he said and about to take off again.
"Don't tell me these things, please. I didn't know about it, but I can't now. You don't want me to come back to you just because I think you're suicidal." It was one of the biggest lies she had ever made.
"Yes, I do," he nodded eagerly in the pathetic manner she had once reduced him to again, "look, I can live with that, I can live with you. I've talked to your doctors and it could be mine, right? Even if it isn't, I could help you still; I could be there for it…"
"Him, he's not an it, he's a him," Blair interrupted.
Chuck's eyes fell to look at her swelled, pregnant stomach. He felt his throat grow dry, but his heart swelled. For some reason, he felt even more convinced it was his now. His hand reached out to touch her belly, but her hand blocked him. She held it protectively.
"I don't let people touch him who down deep think he's a mistake," she stated with a defensive tone.
"I don't think he's a mistake, no matter who his father is, Blair. Does-does Mathew touch him?" He had to look away as he spoke. It was a hard question to ask and the answer scared the shit out of him.
"I-I don't want to talk anymore," Blair quivered. She then pushed up from the seat and fled from the dining room. There were tears brewing in her eyes as she gasped for breath. It wasn't how things were supposed to be. She had built her wall so perfectly, stayed frozen, and now it was breaking down, melting. She couldn't take it. Feeling again like that was so dangerous. It would kill her if she got hurt again like before.
When did everything get so screwed up?
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A/N: Yes, it will be a three-shot, perhaps four depending on if all that's written needs to be written. Oh and Mathew is not wanting to be mean to Blair, but is basically a control-freak. There are many rich men like that, especially society-type husbands.
