The Other Man Chapter 14, a gossip girl fanfic

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 jealous and possessive to the core. Chuck/Blair

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Blair stared at the phone in her hands for a few minutes before she pressed the button. When she did the nervous knots in her stomach grew ten times worse. He was a great liar and the best convincer that had her worried. What if he got around him sleeping with another woman and tricked her again? There was no chance Mathew would allow her back a second time. She just had to be strong.

It rang a couple times and then finally someone picked up. All hope was gone. She felt like she was going to cry and beg him to want her and the baby again.

"Chuck," Blair breathed, "It-it's Blair." It was all she could manage out. Her voice was harsh, raspy, and weak. She wanted to sound stronger, but that seemed impossible. He hadn't even spoken and already that little voice in the back of her mind was saying that she got it all wrong. It told her he did love her and the baby. Maybe…

"Blair? Oh shit," the same woman's voice from before gasped. She then hung up the phone.

Her heart stopped, crumbled, and broke apart again. She felt like she couldn't breathe. The little voice was wrong. He didn't want her or the baby. The woman wasn't even a whore obviously, she was still there, and he'd found someone else. But what about their baby, didn't he care about him?

She shook her head in anger. Suddenly, she was livid. How dare he reject her child who had done nothing wrong. If he wanted to hurt her that was one thing, but the baby was innocent. She felt like a protective mother even though she couldn't hold the baby in her arms. She started to cry, but since she was fully certain he moved on, wanted to let her feelings known. Even if he didn't care, he was going to have to listen.

She dialed the number furiously and hit the dial button. The phone rang until it went to voicemail. He was such a coward. She scoffed under her breath.

"Chuck, it's Blair. I just want to let you know that Mathew and I are back together. He was right; you're only the other man and that's all you'll ever be. But you're not my other man anymore. I fully believe that this child is Mathew's and we are looking at baby names for him. If you so much as come near my family, then I will get a restraining order against you. Goodbye, for good," Blair concluded. She then hung up the phone and had to refrain from the urge to throw it at the wall. In her message she sounded so cold and livid, not sad. That was good. Then maybe she'd sound strong, for once.

She sighed, rubbed her eyes, and tried to pull herself back together. It was the start of her new life, again with Mathew. They were going to make it work, right? Of course they were. And she prayed he'd want the baby, even if it turned out to be Chuck's. Her son needed some kind of father who wanted and loved him. But she didn't want to think about that anymore right then and there. So she simply went back to making her husband breakfast.

Chuck walked into his office building. He wore a fresh suit and had a shower, but was still heavily intoxicated. But that didn't mind. He wasn't driving and it was bound to wear off at some point. He rubbed his eyes and stepped out of the elevator.

"Did anyone call?" Chuck asked his secretary immediately. She looked up from her desk and bit her bottom lip. It was an obvious nervous expression, but he was far too distracted to notice. He didn't even look up, but just held out his hand for his cell phone.

"Um… well it just now was able to turn back on again, but no one called the office, Mr. Bass. Here you are," the blond replied. She put the phone in his hand and he went straight into his office. Her blue eyes watched him and then she smirked. She had gotten away with it.

Chuck slammed the doors to his office and fell down on the couch. He kicked off his shoes and turned on the phone. It took about a minute and then the welcome screen greeted him. He waited and then his heart fell to the pit of his stomach.

1 New Message from Blair

He swallowed a lump in his throat and sat up. She had called. He felt like grinning as he hit the button to call his voicemail. Things weren't great yet, but it had to be her telling him to come and get her and where. She wanted their family. She loved him. Everything was finally going to be okay…

Chuck's face fell more than it ever had before. He dropped the phone and stood. The room felt like it was spinning, he was going to vomit. His life was over. Nothing mattered anymore. She took everything. She didn't want him. He was only the other man. Their-their baby… she didn't think it was his. She-she was going to name it something else. And he didn't even see it coming. He was just hit, completely off-guard.

"No," he shook his head in denial. His voice broke and he fell to his knees. His hand searched for his phone. He found it and hit number nine to replay the message.

"I-I heard it wrong. I-I'm delusional… it's just the-the-the alcohol. I-" His voice died when the message rang throughout his ears again. It was even worse the second time. He threw the phone against the all and it shattered just like his heart.

Then he saw it in his mind. He imagined his Blair and that-that man making up. What if she let him touch her stomach? Mathew was going to be there when she gave birth. He was going to hold Chuck's son. And she wanted that man to raise his son, them to be a happy little family.

Rage hit him at full force. He jumped to his feet and kicked the nearest thing in his reach. His coffee table slide and everything went off it. Then he went to his desk and screamed. He pushed everything off of it, including his laptop. Everything glass broke and shattered, papers tore, wood scuffed. He was lost in so much pent-up heated emotion.

He saw red and punched the wall. It went through, but then his hand burned like hell. Chuck fell to the ground and pulled it close to his chest. He screamed as tears came to his eyes, but not from the physical pain. He pushed them back and cursed over and over again.

"Mr. Bass!" his secretary gasped as she entered the room. She ushered over to him and fell to her knees. Her hands reached out and took his hand. She shook her head and sighed.

"Let me help you," she nodded. Her eyes lit up at the opportunity. He was weak, vulnerable, not thinking straight, and still under the influence.

His eyes focused on her. He realized how young she was. It made him think of Blair and her husband who was eighteen years older than her. She was probably comforting him like his secretary was now. But he hated that man. He was not that man. He lost all sanity.

"Get the fuck away from me you stupid whore! You're fired!" Chuck screamed. His face turned red as he sat up roughly. She fell backwards in fear and then got up.

"You're crazy," the blond told him. She started to move towards the door, but then laughed cruelly. "Whoever this woman is, I can see why she wouldn't want you."

She only fed his anger. Chuck picked up something around him and chucked it at her. She screamed and closed the door. It shattered against it. It didn't hit her, but he wanted it too. He hated her. He hated everything. His eyes blinked open and zoned in on what he threw. His face fell and he stood up. When he walked over and took the object in his hands, his face turned white.

It was a picture of him and Blair in Tahiti.

Something hot and painful formed in his eyes. Evil tears streaked down his cheeks. He shook his head and fell back down on the couch in his office. He wanted to die. He wanted his baby. But worst of all, he still wanted Blair. He still loved her. But she didn't love him.

A/N: I warned a lot of you about drama. The next chapter will be longer. B is going to have a nightmare that is going to be so full of symbolism of what's going on in her life that it will make your head spin. C/B will also see each other. So hope you're excited.