He sat on the couch, nursing a scotch. Nate had forgot about today, as usually when he was with a new girl, so he was alone in the penthouse but it was okay.
He really liked Lola, she was good for Nate. She made her happy and he was in love with her. Once in a while, Chuck even envied Nate for being so lucky. Before he could give it further thought, the phone rang. Chuck picked it up and sighed annoyed before breathing a nonchalant Hello in the speaker.
"Mister Bass, here's a visitor for you." Michelle told him. Chuck frowned.
"Who is it?" Chuck asked curious.
"She told me, that I can't tell you or you wouldn't let her come up." his employee snarled annoyed, obviously bothered by those childish instructions.
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Michelle, why don't you tell Miss Waldorf to go home to Cedric?"
"I will, Mr. Bass." Michelle agreed.
He took another gulp, emptying the glass. He would need a refill. He had a feeling that the visit wasn't over yet.
He was right. Not even two minutes later, the elevator dinged.
"Chuck what was that about?" Blair asked a bit devasted.
"I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood for fighting today, Blair. It's the anniversary of my father's death after all. I'd rather be alone." Chuck stated sternly. Nothing warm or kind in his voice.
Blair sighed dramatically and shook her head. "Chuck, you shouldn't be alone today. You should be with someone who loves you. Serena, Lily…"
"You don't get to talk to me about love anymore, Waldorf. Not after everything that happened. Even so, you don't even know what love is."
"What?"
"You used to LOVE Nate. Then you told him to screw off and when he did, found someone new, you scared the girl off for the rest of her life. Rumor has that Bree is still having nightmares. Then the Lord, who you only used to punish me. When he finally learned about that and decided to move on, you promised him Heaven but only ever gave him hell. I don't even want to start about Louis. And then there's of course your master piece."
Blair shook her head once more, gulping heavily and feeling her eyes water up already.
"Me. You made me love you. More than anyone ever should. But when I screwed up, you usually let me down, pushed me away. Every time we had actually a shot at being together and start over, you made up a reason not too. Being Hilary for one example. And we also both know that you're only here tonight because I threatened you to bring Eva back. And you can't have that, can you? Your lap dog moving on? God forbid."
"You're not my lap dog." Blair said in a small voice, followed by a small sob. Getting her lovelife summarized like this hurt. He did have a point though. That was what hurt the most.
"That's right. Not anymore." Chuck told her with a cruel smirk.
"Chuck, I…." Blair started but Chuck stopped her with a wave of his hand.
"Please leave." He instructed her when he turned around so he could look out of the window.
Blair gave him a last sad look before she left.
He felt relieved but also sadder than ever when the room stopped smelling like her. He wasn't sure if he ever really meant to go after Eva or to move on just yet. But he also knew that he couldn't take any more.