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

A/N: All you wonderful reviewer's are amazing.

Chuck's Birthday Gift to Blair (Remove the Spaces): http : / / www . tiffany . com ?fromGrid=1&sku=19545083&mcat=148204&cid=287464&search_params=s+1-p+1-c+287464-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+

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"Do not ever pull a stunt like that again," Blair seethed with deadly eyes. She slowly came towards him as he sat on the bed. How he had convinced her to return to his private loft on the beach, she'd never know.

The kiss had been full of pure passion. It was too much for her to take, but he didn't stop. Every vibe in him pumped with irrational jealousy. She knew he hated seeing her with Mathew. It drove him mad. He clearly had watched her the whole time from a distance. But luckily, he didn't dare storm in and let his envy get the best of him. Instead he waited and brewed. So when she finally rounded the corner, he contained himself no longer.

Even worse, the kiss had been enjoyable for her, in a sick and twisted kind of way at least.

"You promised me that as soon as he left, you were mine," Chuck defended with clenched teeth. The green monster on his back continued to grow.

"I'm not an object to obtained, Bass. Besides, this will be our final meeting. I do not wish to see you, ever again after tonight." She sighed with fake sympathy and then lounged on the bed beside him. The bedroom suite was absolutely gorgeous, something only a billionaire could afford.

"You will see me; in fact you will leave your husband for me. That is my baby inside of you and I will not have that man anywhere near it," he leered. His voice was filled with a twisted confidence. He knew that he was getting to her. The kiss had made it clear she was not as detached from him as she claimed.

Blair was silent at his words. She merely stared straight ahead, a distant look in her eyes.

"I have a gift for you," Chuck offered. His voice was now softer as he turned towards her. She broke from her blatant stare and their eyes connected.

"You do?" Her words were not so cold, but sounded very weak. She had a hoarse voice and glazed over eyes. He nodded with a smirk and then climbed off the bed. He went to a safe on the wall and took out a box. The classic turquoise box with a white bow, and tiffany logo was what her eyes took in immediately.

"I know you put things on hold and I also am aware that Mathew failed to buy your hearts true desire," he remarked. He got back on the bed and next to her. His insides screamed with glory when his arm was able to slide around the back of her shoulders and she did not flinch away.

"How-how would you know what my heart's true desire is," Blair stuttered. Her strong front had fallen apart. She watched in awe as he gently set the box in her hands, which rested on top of her seven month swollen stomach.

"Because I know you," Chuck replied. He then chuckled in a husky tone and motioned towards the gift.

"Go on, open it."

She did not respond, but her hands pull at the bow. It fell off and disappeared into the comforter of the bed. Then her hands pulled off the lid. As soon as she saw what was inside she gasped.

It was exactly what she wanted, but never dreamed of obtaining. They were the most expensive earrings Tiffany's had. Elegant, timeless, and captivating diamond drop earrings. They were of dazzling, round, marquis, and pear-shaped diamonds in platinum. Their cost was about five-hundred and thirty-thousand dollars, not counting tax.

"I cannot accept these," Blair refuted. She shook her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and struggled to hand the box back to him. That was a bad idea. He reached his hand up and grabbed her wrists, soothing them. His skin felt amazing against hers, so warm.

"Yes, you can and you will. We both know they were what you wanted and they are what you shall have," Chuck concluded. Her eyes opened slowly and connected with his. He leaned in to kiss her, but she didn't stop him. It was long, but soft. When they pulled apart her forehead rested against his. She breathed unevenly.

"Why do you do this, Chuck?" Blair asked in a strained whisper. One of her hands grasped the box tightly while the other rested on his chest.

"I enjoy spoiling you," Chuck replied with a playful chuckle. He was surprised to see she did not dare roll her eyes, but instead remained serious, real.

"Regardless, it should have stopped at the wedding gift you sent me." The coldness almost came back to her, but chickened out at the last moment. She had no hope not to fall into his trap or warmth, however one looked at it. She wasn't sure how to view it.

"That was my favorite gift of all. I found it a rather romantic gesture, actually," he mused. His forehead lifted from hers and he tucked a curl behind her ear. She blinked at him with tired, cheerless eyes. If she only gave him the chance, he was certain he could bring the life back to them that had once been.

"Please, already drawn divorce papers and promised payment from the bank of Chuck Bass? Not to mention, the key to your suite that was also included." She laughed bitterly at the memory. Mathew had demanded to know who the gift was from, but she didn't tell him. He probably had his suspicions, but oh well. She did not wish to think of her husband at the moment.

"If I recall, that gift was put to much use." He took the Tiffany's box from her hands and put it on the nightstand. Then his arms wrapped around her chests and his lips trailed on her jawbone.

"I'm still married, Chuck," Blair refuted. She did not push him off, but shivered.

"I was talking about the room key, Blair. You do remember when you first showed up at my door, don't you? I let you in right away, no strings attached." How he cherished that memory. Her marriage had made him want to jump off a rooftop. So the day she showed up for comfort as she claimed, he thought that he had died and gone to heaven.

"Aside from having to kick out the whore, you had there prior." The real jealousy in her voice was buried down deep under sinister bitterness.

"But I did for you and I haven't been with one since. You do know that, don't you?" Chuck reminded in a husky voice. He then nuzzled his nose into her neck. She smelled so sweet.

"Stop nuzzling me," Blair snapped. She shifted uncomfortably, but it was no use. He had her pinned underneath his affection.

"But you have such soft skin," he murmured. His lips kissed her neck. It was still his fetish after all the years that had passed. He knew it would never change.

"Yeah, fat girl skin," she whimpered.

"What?" Chuck furrowed his brow and looked up. He saw that her harsh exterior was gone completely now. She was still defensive, but even not much of that was left. She appeared as a lost little girl in need of love and guidance. It broke his heart.

"Oh shut up. I know you have not suddenly become deaf. You heard me." Her eyes narrowed. It was not him who deserved her anger, but she knew he'd take it.

"Blair, you're pregnant, not fat," he stressed. His hands caressed her cheeks and he shook his head.

"It's the same thing," Blair gulped. Water gathered in her eyelids. He swept his hand under them and acted as if he had not noticed at all.

"No, it's not. You're not fat, but just so beautifully rounded. I love seeing your belly so full with my child," Chuck grinned. His eyes traveled down to her stomach and he felt the butterflies swarm. Slowly, his hands lifted up her dress to reveal her porcelain-like skin. She had kept stretch-marks away, how he did not know.

"Mathew's child," she sounded. His eyes darted back to hers and lit with flames of anger. His hands touched her stomach possessively.

"My son. He is mine, Blair. He is ours," Chuck seethed. He felt his fingertips stroke her strained skin and then realized what had happened.

"You let me touch him." His eyes widened. Blair looked panicked all of the sudden. She shook her head and parted her lips, but no excuse came out. Finally, she spoke.

"Only because I knew we'd have sex later." It was a lame lie.

"Lie, your lips don't match your mouth." He smirked in triumph. His hands continued to feel her distended belly as he did so. It felt other worldly.

And then they felt it, their hands pressed against her stomach.

The baby boy inside of her kicked. He kicked hard and continuously, like he knew who was looking for him and wanted to make a grand introduction.

She suddenly felt more scared than ever before.

"Do not say things like that anymore," Blair snapped. She went to push his hands off her stomach and he felt panic rise in him. Her breathing became heavy.

Chuck stared into her eyes intensely. Even though it was his victory, he felt terrible. He did not like to see her feel so helpless. So he stroked her stomach soothingly and slowly pulled his hands off. The baby stopped kicking as soon as his fingertips lifted from her skin.

"Fine, but you're starting to trust me again. You let me touch your stomach, the baby." He lied down on his side and sighed; his eyes looked up to her.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Bass." Blair attempted a dissatisfied sounding noise, but failed. Instead, she groaned as she became unable to move out of the plush bed.

"You do," Chuck smirked. She rolled her eyes, but stopped when he got back up to help her. He lifted her back and lied her down on her side. He had read in baby books that to lie on your back was pure torture, on your stomach inacceptable, but on your side the best.

"I should leave. My husband will be calling me." The words were as flimsy as paper in strength.

"I don't give a fuck," Chuck remarked cynically. He let his anger get the best of him again. That was what made him a terrible lover, but that was okay. He wanted to be more than just a lover. He had to be with the baby coming, especially so soon.

"Ugh, must you be so crude twenty-four seven?" The phrase 'twenty-four seven' made her recall how Mathew had said it. She felt defensive with her husband's remark. The little voice in the back of her head told her that he had no right to speak of a man he knew so little of. But that was wrong. She should not be defending Chuck, even in inner thoughts.

"You love that about me." Chuck wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his nose into her collarbone.

"I love nothing about you and I never will again." She stared straight ahead. With all the strength she had, she tried to kill the heart that pumped rapidly for him.

"Hurt me all you want if it helps heal the pain. I don't mind." His words were truthful, sincere.

"I want to leave," Blair whispered. She had to get out. He had her in too deep again. There was no fight left in her. It wasn't good to stay, it was stupid.

"But you're going to stay," Chuck stated with confidence.

"Just until morning," she reminded.

"Then I rue the day."

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