Title: Two Beautiful Strangers

Chapter 12

Author: Ellibells

Summary: Chuck Bass is a womanizer, Blair Waldorf is a powerful women. When two complete strangers meet in a bar, it can surely only be the buzz of alcohol that causes a tingling sensation when they touch? AU. Chuck and Blair have never met. T rated initially but will turn into an M in future chapters. Happy Ending.

A/N: Hey Hey! It's Friday which can only mean one thing, an update from yours truly…! I Never thought i'd see the day but I have stopped watching GG…for now*face palm* I know! But I have principles and I CANNOT stand Dan and Blair…don't even get me started. Barf. Dair… :/ *cringe* (I hate saying that) …fans…! NO! Not right, friends, yes, romance no. There is only one pair and this is CHAIR! Heehee! Rhymes! So I sharnt be watching GG until the writers stop being pricks and bring Chuck back into the game! Moving on….

I REALLY wish I could say I am happy about the last chapter but I am not :( This story started off so well with hundreds of unexpected reviews and fantastic words of encouragement and now I am stunned to find half the number of reviews I would normally receive and i'm depressed! Is it my writing? Has the plot turned shitty? I do apologise but with minimal effort from my readers, I can't give maximum effort in my update!... I went there!

So on that note, I am playing the magic number card again. I am thinking of a number and if I don't get that number of reviews or more, I can't promise another update on Sunday or next week...ouch! (I am hoping this threat works because I am not a mean person! I'm sorry! But review!)… But if I DO get my numbers back up, I will give you the moment you have all been waiting for on Sunday and after this chapter, you may really want it! It's your choice! This is what you people do to me!

I have 53 of you with this story in you favourite lists yet 13 reviews? Do the math! It's frustrating for any writer, and considering this is not including peeps who don't have an ff account. I mean it is amazing to have so many followers but if I don't get feedback, it's not rewarding enough for me!

Rant over! The outfits Chuck and Blair wear for Nate's Birthday, Chair Hate Sex 4x07 people, Deep Red/Crimson! Enjoy! This is gonna be an eventful chapter to say the least…!

Disclaimer: I don't own GG unfortunately for me :)

Blair's afternoon was filled with seeing models and the new designs before signing numerous amounts of papers and finally being able to get rid of Serena and the rest of her team so she could prepare for this evening in her office as she inconveniently wouldn't have time to dash home and leisurely get ready.

Who had a birthday party on a weekday anyway? Blair shook her head at the thought and continued to ready herself.

Blair had opted for a J Mendel dress for Nate's birthday. She knew as soon as her eyes clapped on it that she must have it.

The deep crimson red dress with black roused bow detailing clung to her body in all the perfect places. The full length gown accentuating her waist and petit chest but at the same time, an elegant touch enveloping her body.

It was truly a dime matched with a loyal pair of black, peep-toe Louboutins.

As much as an inconvenience as it was to get her driver to take her on a detour to the Upper West Side just to please Chuck's demands, she anticipated how he would react to her choice of attire; noting the fact that on the last few occasions they had managed to perfectly coordinate, coincidently of course.

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"Have you seen, Blair?" Chuck asked Nate who had just greeting some of his guests.

"Serena said she had to run an errand before she got here?" Nate looked puzzled but shrugged as he turned away and sighted his girlfriend entering the room.

Not able to think much else of it, Chuck sought out the bar instead, ordering his favourite amber poison and relaxing into the plush leather bar stool as he watched people mill around the room.

Sporting a black suit, accompanied a crimson red shirt and equally complimenting brown and cream bow tie, Chuck observed the other guests with minimum interest until the moment his eyes fell upon an expected guest.

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"Chuck!" Blair called as she stepped off the elevator into a quiet lit penthouse.

When no one responded, she walked deeper into the home, frowning at his absence.

"Chuck? If this is some creepy way of seducing me, don't bother. Chu-" She shook her head calling once more but was stopped by the image of Chuck's briefcase set against the bar.

Sat numbly on the bar, Chuck's briefcase would have looked innocent as it did any other day but this evening, something seemed forced and as she moved closer, her eyes grazed a brown folder creeping out from the half open case.

"Can I help?"

Blair turned to the soft, feminine voice to be greeted with a half naked blonde with legs.

She was wearing nothing but bra and panties as Blair watched her reach for her drooped stocking, the dirty blonde extended her leg to pull the assaulting material back up her leg.

"Where's Chuck?" Blair shot, giving the cheap looking girl the dirtiest look she could manage.

"He just left." She shrugged with a smile as she walked towards Blair but sidestepped her behind the bar and grabbed a glass.

"Drink?" The girl offered with a teasing smile as she watched Blair retort in disgust.

"No, thank you." she said distastefully.

"But have one on me. It's not often someone as cheap as yourself is treated to fine liquor. And besides, you look desperate." Blair added with an evil glint as she watched the girl's mouth drop open in offence before turning on her heels to leave.

Just as she reached the partition wall between the living area and the foyer, there was a bang and Blair turned rapidly to see what had happened.

"Shit."

The blonde girl was now walking towards the pile of papers on the floor. Evidently the case having just fallen off the bar, Blair walked back a little to see what the papers scattered across the wood flooring were.

Tilting her head, the once brown package was in dismay on the floor, notes everywhere; pictures; dates; medical reports.

Blair's breath hitched in her throat as she saw the word, Bulimia. Words couldn't form and instead her feet were moving and furiously carrying her out into the open Manhattan air as she blinked her tears away and slipped into her town car.

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"Well if it isn't Chuck Bass!..." Carter drawled as he came up behind the brunette, taking a seat next to him.

"I'm pretty sure dear old Nathanial didn't put you on the guest list…" Chuck hissed back, turning his attention to the familiar rodent.

"You should know better than anyone that a minor detail like that is insignificant in our circles." Carter shook his head with a raised eyebrow as he ordered himself a drink with the nod of his head.

"I'm awfully surprised you haven't made your move yet."

"What move would that be?...Oh you mean corrupting your business...well, Bass, I wouldn't speak too soon if I were you." He winked before his glass was empty and he was gone, pacing himself from the bar and remixing into the crowd.

Not even able to make a comprehensive attempt at a comeback, Chuck was left in dismay as he scanned the room for Blair or any evidence of entertainment. Even Chuck Bass knew that he was in a foreign position without Carter making a move and even now as he sat at the bar, without a tantalizing brunette to converse with, he was completely bored.

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"Blair! You made it!" Serena smiled with ease as she advanced towards her best friend a few feet away but was confused when Blair raised her hand, continuing to beeline for the bar.

"I will be right back." She concluded as she tapped her heels against the marble floor, glaring straight to the suspect.

Frowning, Serena let her go as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

Chuck turned to see Blair pacing towards him.

His first impression was to smirk. The way her dress clung to her heaving chest as she braced forward was effortless. But as she came closer, his eyes flicked to hers; the mask she was wearing and the glint in her eyes made him question her.

"Blair. Where have you-" he attempted but just as the words slipped from his lips, her hand was greeted with the side of his perfectly shaven cheek.

Hissing at the impact, he bit his tongue, clenching his jaw, bracing his cheek and turning to the furious flurry of crimson.

"What the fuck-" He spat as he grabbed her wrist as she made an effort to hit him again.

She didn't want to make a scene and turning to catch Serena's mortified look and some guests staring, she ragged her arm free and fled.

Chuck followed her with haste as the party continued, people mingling once more as the pair disappeared.

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"Why the fuck did you find it necessary to assault me! If you wanted to play dirty, all you had to do was ask!" Chuck called after her as he found her in a deserted room. He smirked with ease as his anger subsided a little.

"Shut up." She spat.

"I don't know what you think I did but you've got me all wrong." He protested at his failed attempt at lightening the mood.

"Have I really?" She turned to meet him with the most sorrowful of evil filling her orbs.

"So when I went to your penthouse, that wasn't a file on my medical history sitting innocently on the bar while some blonde bimbo strutted around half naked?" She cried, standing her ground.

"What the hell are you talking about! And why were you at my penthouse? I told you we would meet here and I have no idea who you are referring to. I have been at the office all afternoon." He fought back, fuming from the accusations flying from her primed mouth.

"You sent a note!" She yelled again, flinging her arms in the air this time.

"I didn't send you a note, Blair, and I learnt my lesson the first time. Do you honestly think I would stoop that low again?" he argued, frustrated that she would even assume he would do it again.

"I don't know what to think anymore." She confessed, turning from the sight of him.

"You told me that this was strictly business so why the hell would I look up your medical history, Blair! What is so important that you didn't want me knowing anyway?"

"That's irrelevant. And this is business." She glared, brushing off the medical subject.

"Then why are you so invested in finding ways to push me away?" He forced but when the door swung open, his sentence was lost.

"Wow. This really is getting intense!..." Carter announced his appearance as he stepped through the door, casually pacing into the room a little with a satisfied smirk gracing his features.

"I should have known-" Blair bit out as she realised, her eyes apologetically searching for Chuck's who kept his sight on Carter.

"I really did think you would be better than this. A classic Blair Waldorf takedown and you didn't even see this coming. Your standards really are slipping!" He laughed as she stood biting her teeth.

"This was all you?" Blair frowned as Chuck just stood waiting for more.

"I found it very amusing that you would fall for such an emotionless pit of a man. I must say I am impressed with your little foreplay last night. Giving me all the details I needed to know oh so conveniently...!" he mused as he noticed Chuck's eyes flicker with more anger which only made him smirk harder.

"What the fuck do you want, Carter?" Chuck spat.

"I figured a business deal could be remade but well... a heart... not always so easily..." Carter shrugged looking to Blair who stood like she'd been burnt.

"So I set a few things up... boohoo... Blair being betrayed by lover boy again! I must say, Chuckie, your new assistant, Vicky, very complimentary with assisting." He winked.

As Chuck composed himself, Blair watches the image of him before her; his fists tightening and jaw clenching as he slowly blinked.

"I pity you for actually falling for such a soulless bastard. As a leaving gift, I thought it would be fitting that I tell you a little about who this man is..." Carter looked to Blair as he gestured in the way of Chuck before continuing.

"Where shall we start... well he uses women like tissues, what was that famous motto you used to throw around?... Oh right, 'fuck 'em and chuck 'em'. Never sleep with the same girl twice, right Chuck?"

"And from the tension in this room, it only begs to ask…has that one way ticket already been used?..." he seethed, the sight of Blair looking away from the men confirmation enough.

"My, my, Bass…you are nothing if not prompt with you conquests!" He laughed darkly at the angered man before him.

"Oh and old Daddy dearest, always pining for his approval but you never did quite get it did you, pumpkin? And well, who would be surprised, considering you killed your moth-"

The smirk was quickly wiped from his face as Chuck's fist collided with his face with multiple blows.

Blair didn't protest but covered her mouth with a tight palm as she swallowed hard, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Leave." She spluttered as Carter scrambled to his feet, spitting the blood from his mouth.

"If I ever catch you in this city again, I swear to fucking god, you will wish you were dead." Chuck spat as he shook his wrist from the prior collision of his fist with Carter's now bloody nose and lip.

"We're not over." Carter hissed once more before he winked towards Blair and pulled himself uneasily from the room.

Chuck contemplated grabbing him again as his eye raked over Blair's body once more as he departed but he reframed himself. He was the only person allowed to look at her that way, they all knew it.

Limply pulling his phone to his ear, Chuck ignored Blair's calls to attention.

"He's on his way out." Was all that was pronounced as he replaced his phone back in his pocket.

"What was that?" She questioned and he listened this time.

"I got a call from security so I made arrangements for Carter just in case I turned out to be right." He shrugged, rubbing his fist once more.

"I don't even wanna know. But if you knew, why didn't you stop me from accusing you?" She begged a little.

"You're sexy when you're mad. I didn't want to spoil your satisfaction". He shrugged again, but this time with a timely smirk.

She couldn't help but match his smirk but it was quickly wiped away when she remembered the past moments of events that had occurred and once again, the atmosphere plummeted.

"What did he mean?" She said just above a whisper as she looked up to meet his gaze.

"About what?"

"Your-" She didn't get chance to finish because he knew from the look in her eyes.

"How can you ask me that?" He asked, astounded.

When she looked away, he felt compelled to say it, even if not for himself but for her.

"She died giving birth to me. So yes... I killed my mother." He mumbled.

She bit her plea of desperation that nearly escaped her in a whimper as she saw the guilt in his body and eyes.

"That is not your fault- you were an innocent baby-" she defended but he only shook his head and Blair felt herself protectively stepping toward him.

His attitude and intensity told her she wasn't in a position to question him about his mother any further.

When there were no more words, she spoke again.

"Do you really use women like that?" she muttered, embarrassed to even be asking.

"We all have a past, Blair." he bit, running his shaky hand through his now disheveled hair.

"Why do you even care?"

"Did you use me?" She cracked, dropping her eyes to the floor but only to be fished back up by his stare and Blair needed to know.

"Is what Carter said true?" He demanded before he said anything more and from the way she shuffled, fidgeted uncomfortably in her dress, he needed confirmation.

"I don't care. I just- "

"You were jealous when you thought I'd slept with her? My new secretary? Who needs to be replaced ASAP, might I add..." he answered, Blair turning a little.

"I couldn't care less. I- erm-." she threw again, almost flinching at what she saw coming.

He couldn't help but smirk when she stuttered. The confirmation was enough. She was jealous. Just like he had been when he saw her with Carter and he loved it.

"You're doing that thing where your mouth doesn't match your eyes. You were jealous. Just like I was when I saw you with Carter last week." he spoke with confidence.

"Don't you dare tell me how I feel! Did you use me?" She yelled back, desperate to be released from the uncertainty.

"I'm far from perfect, Blair but so are you! You say you don't want to know me yet you push and pull me and I find myself needing to justify myself to you! I'm Chuck Bass and I never justify myself to anyone. So here it is..." he took a deep breath but not letting her speak as he raised his hand to stop her from speaking.

"When I met you that night in the bar, things changed. I can't sleep! I haven't slept with anyone else since we met because I find myself constantly thinking of you! I used women because I've never know anything different…felt anything… but being around you makes me want to be better. I push myself because all I have ever wanted was someone's approval, to be worth something..."

"…I never thought I'd be able to love but I find myself wanting to- I-" he paused as he watched her exterior crumble away a little with each word.

"I've got this fluttering in my stomach- I can't eat - god! I think i'm falling in love with a woman who drives me crazy! A woman I hardly know! Who makes me feel alive, instead of treading through my life numb." He admitted with a faint laugh.

"I didn't use you, Blair." He promised and she knew. His eyes said it all.

"I can't do this- not now-" she muttered, feeling her self-preservation drop away one ounce at a time.

It was happening again because she knew every word was true. She felt the fluttering, she knew the feeling of restlessness at night when she was unable to sleep but merely think of him. She knew it all too well but Blair Waldorf could not love a man who didn't love others. Who used women like Kleenex.

"When?" he yelled, shaking her a little as he reached out for her.

"I-"

She couldn't even form a coherent sentence when he spoke again.

"I have chased you for weeks and don't you dare tell me you don't feel anything for me. I can see it in your eyes. The only person you keep lying to is yourself. You tell me now that I mean nothing and I will walk away, forever." he demanded, scared of his own threat.

"Tell me, Blair." He warned, stepping closer to the feared perfection that stood so close to him.

"I don't know who you are-" she whispered but said no more. The way he was looking at her so pleadingly forced her to look away.

His hands were now against her wet cheek, rubbing the damp away and pulling her glistening eye up to his; begging her to stay and say it. Needing her to.

She couldn't stay here because she wasn't a possession. She wasn't a tissue. She was Blair Waldorf and she wouldn't love a man this way.

The fear forced her desire aside and she ran. Again. Fleeing from him and herself. But no matter where she ran, she would only end up running into herself and she knew that, but she needed time.

A/N: BAM! Cliff hanger! Haha! That girl just doesn't stop running does she? Hahaha! So Chuck went there. She knews, he kinda knows what she's feeling...awkward when she runs away again, Bass, huh?

On a light not because I don't like to rant, I love everyone of my readers who take time to review :D This is why you keep me going! I will update on Sunday with my numbers fulfilled = no reviews, no update i'm afraid! Mwahaha! Thanks to everyone who reads! Now review! :D

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