Summary:Just divorced, Chuck thinks that all is said between him and Blair. But why does she show up at his doorstep at night? Future fic.
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Way Back Into Love
Chapter 4: A Favor
Chuck enjoyed his second scotch as he listened to the soft piano playing in the background of the Palace hotel bar. He had known that Serena wasn't telling the truth. He'd actually thought of his step sister as a better liar. At least good enough to not get him suspicious.
Now his PI Mike had confirmed his suspicion. Apparently there were some interesting details for him to find out about this allegedl. Europe stay. And in only a few minutes he would know what was going on.
"Mr. Bass." Absorbed in his thoughts, Chuck hadn't even noticed the private investigator's approach from behind him.
"Mike." He gestured to the bar stool next to him. "Please take a seat."
"Whiskey, please," Mike told the bartender.
"What have you got?"
He watched him leaning back in his seat, drinking his whiskey as if he had all time in the world. "I don't think you'll like what I have for you."
"How about I decided that, after you've told me?" Chuck refused to play games with this dick, his voice clearly showing that he was not amused.
The PI remained with a smug smile on his lips: "The payment first. As arranged."
Chuck could feel himself getting impatient. He took another sip of his scotch, to keep himself from shaking the information out of the other man. Then he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, handing the agreed amount over.
The fact that Mike took his time, drove Chuck up the walls completley. He seized the PI by his collar and his voice deadly stern as he spoke. "One more time. What did you find out?"
The other man shook Chuck's hand off like a annoying fly, bringing his tie back into place. "Turns out you were right. You're step sister was lying to you."
"So Blair isn't in Europe?" He could pratically feel his eyes flash with triumph. He'd been right. And now he would track down Blair.
"Oh no, she is." Those words took the wind out of Chuck's sails.
"But you just said Serena was lying." To say he was beyond confused now would've been an understatment.
"Yes," the PI continued. "That's because she isn't on the Greek Islands as she said."
"Well, where the fuck is she?"
"You remember sending your Uncle off to Switzerland?"
Realization hit Chuck like a sledgehammer. "She's with him?"
Mike nodded silently.
He started down onto the marble counter, his eyes dark. "Thanks for your services, Mike. You can go now."
He downed his drink and acknowledged him with a nod. "Anytime, Boss," with those words he left.
Chuck felt so many emotions inside him he thought he might go crazy. That whore. He was raging. But also deeply hurt. He grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bar stock. After a big pull he could feel himself relaxing a bit.
What an idiot it had been! It certainly all made sense now, though. Blair's emergence at the Palace had just been another game. And it had been her masterstroke. Raising his hopes by seducing him, only so she could crush him by revolving her affair with his uncle afterwards. And she certainly had suceeded.
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Blair was awoken by the sound of her cellphone vibrating on the night stand. She reached for it without even bother to take a look at the caller ID. She knew who it would be.
"Mike," she stated after taking the call.
"It's done."
"Did he buy it?" she surprised herself on how businesslike her voice sounded.
"Yes," the PI confirmed.
"Good," she exhaled in relief.
"Just so we clear, Ms. Waldorf: This was a one time thing. My reputation is at stake here, I can't afford to lose a long-term client like Mr. Bass, because I deliver incorrect information."
"You owed me," Blair clarifyed. "Now we're even."
Without another word she hung up by flipping her cell shut. She waited to feel some kind of relief but it never came. If anything she felt worse than she had before.
But she simply couldn't allow Chuck finding out. She wanted him to remember her as the sexy, beautiful woman that showed up at his doorstep at night in nothing but a coat and some slutty lingerie. Her nightly tryst at the Palace hadn't just been something for her to remember. It had also been for him.
The warning bells in her head had started ringing the very moment Serena had told her about the almost interrogation at dinner. She had known that once Chuck had gotten suspicious it would be hard to knock him off course. But then calling in a favour Mike owed her had been easier then she'd predicted.
She closed her eyes in order to get some more sleep. Her plan had fallen perfectly into place. But somehow the usual satisfaction about it failed to appear.
To be continued
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