Chronicles of Chuck Bass

Chapter Six

A/N: Long time no see right? Sorry guys I promise to make it up to all of you I'm going to update a ton this week…which means like once or twice. Maybe even three times! So don't be scared leave a review! (: Spell errors or grammar errors, I'm sorry I'm trying!

"Are you sure you're fine with the interview questions, Chuck?" Chuck watched Blair as she placed her writing pad back onto her briefcase. After lunch she had immediately developed a strictly business manner. It was one she figured would not be swayed. Boy, did her have news for her.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, taking another sip of his lemonade, and at this point he really did need something a whole lot stronger but he was trying to change. At this point he would be satisfied with just about anything that would provide a chance for them to spend an ample amount of time together. "Now that we have that covered, how about me showing you around?" He said, standing.

She glanced up at him. "All right, but when can we officially get together for the interview?" Chuck glanced at his watch. He has a meeting with his investors in a few hours. What he needed was to begin breaking down her defenses on her own turf.

"How about if I drop by your place later tonight?" He watched her reaction to his suggestion and could just imagine the wheels that had suddenly begun turning in her head.

"My place?"

"Yes."

"Later tonight?"

"Yes. From what you said earlier it will take approximately a week to finish up the interview, right?"

"Well yes but –"

"Then we'll need to meet every free chance I get. Unfortunately, getting things off the ground for the construction of the Palace will take up a lot of my time this week."

Blair nodded, softly biting her lower lip, understanding the predicament he was in. He probably hadn't counted on it taking her an entire week to do an interview. "All right, I guess I can cut my date short then stopping by my place tonight will be fine. What about around seven?"

"Nine o' clock would be better. I have a meeting already scheduled for seven." She frowned; nine at night was awfully late for them to do business, but she did want to start on the interview. She sighed, rubbing her temples softly, "Okay, nine o'clock will be fine."

Chuck nodded, pleased with himself however extremely furious that she was having another man taking her out or keeping her end at that. He decided it would be best to shut his mouth about that subject, making a mental note to have a little chat with Nate and Serena about this Marcos guy. "Now, come on and let me show you around. I especially want you to see the vision I have for this place."

Blair's heart began beating rapidly as she got to her feet. She was eager to see anything that was part of Chuck's past; a past he'd always been reluctant to share with her. "I'd like that"

With his hand on the small of Blair's back, Chuck guided her around his property, sharing with her all the tidbits of his vision for the place his mother loved so dearly. They had come to a stop, when Chuck pointed to a corner that was selected off with yellow tape. He told her his plans to place a pound here. Earlier that morning there had been a light drizzle so the ground was still damp. The air smelled of earth and pine and was stirred by a gentle but chilling breeze.

"You loved your mother very much didn't you?" Blair asked after he'd shared yet another story about how it was like spending so much time with her.

He smiled, "I didn't know her that well, but from the time we spent together I loved, admired and respected her. I respect her decision to give me and my father up because had she not I don't think she would have been happy, no matter how much that would have made my life easier." His smile faded as he looked towards the ground, kicking it lightly.

"Why didn't you just tell me you were seeing her?" Blair whispered lightly, so lightly it was almost as if Chuck didn't hear her. But he heard her, despite how much he wanted to ignore the hurt in her voice he couldn't erase that.

"I didn't want to pity Blair." He stated looking at her straight in the eye, "I always told you I hated Paris, no matter how much you loved it. I know that hurt you, so every time we came here I figured it was best to just…at least find her, try to get some answers so that I could finally be completely happy you know?" Then he saw the pure hurt in her eyes and that nearly killed her before quickly adding. "It was the greatest decision of my life, besides the one where I fell in love with you."

"Stop it Chuck!" Blair cried, refusing to let the tears coming to her eyes fall down her face. She will not show this man any sign of weakness right now. "Don't you dare say I would have pitied you? I would have understood had you let me into some of your thoughts! You had me thinking you cheated on me, you came home smelling of the strongest perfumes and when I asked you ignored me. How do you think that made me feel Chuck!" She shouted, watching him whine softly before looking away from her. "I loved you Chuck, I obviously would have did anything for you seeing as I put my life on hold for so long! You hurt me deep, you didn't even fight for me and you lost me and I lost myself when you left and didn't even bother to call. Then you smile in my face as if everything's okay? Chuck, I lost my baby before of you and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you. Ever!"

"Blair…what. I-"

"Don't, I'm talking now and you'll listen." Blair declared pointing a finger into his chest sharply, eyes filled with pure hatred for this man in from of her. "I lost my baby, My baby my own chance because you couldn't find some common ground from being my husband to figuring out your own shit! You made me lose me to the point I had to break down enough times and actually see a therapist. Do you know how embarrassing that is to admit defeat for a Waldorf?"

"Blair please, why didn't you just tell me? We could have –"

She cut him off then, "I didn't want your pity." As a lone tear fell from her eye onto the soft ground below them.

He lowered his head then, rubbing her hands over her face and letting out a sigh. How any of this could happen and why was it just coming out now. His whole plan seemed to be going up in flames and he was seriously thinking he was going to be needed one hell of a Plan B to actually make this work. He looked over at her, her face looking straight ahead, still completely unreadable. He reached her hand and softly intertwined it with his. When she looked at him with questionable eyes, he looked away from her and when she didn't knock his hand away, he knew it would be okay.

"This is my favorite spot." He stated softly before continuing, "And it seems fitting that I bring my favorite girl here."

Blair's pulse raced at what he said, she could feel her blood boiling again. "Your favorite girl?" She really wanted to laugh at him for even to dare say that to her right now.

He tilted his head back and smiled at her expression. "Yes. You were the first woman I'd gotten seriously with. I hadn't dreamed that I would have made it to the finish line free of any serious involvements with a woman, and then one day you bumped into me, you gave me a gift that I never would have expected you to share with me and wham, my life really hasn't been the same ever since."

Neither had hers, Blair thought as she shook her head, smiling lightly and remembering that night. Chuck Bass hadn't just bumped into her, he had literally rocked her world. He had shaken it and in this amount of time that they'd known each other he'd been revolving out of control. But still, for him to actually claim years after their divorce that she was still his favorite girl was a bit much for right now.

"What about all those other women I read about in the magazines and newspapers whom you've been involved with? Surely, they rate much higher on the scale than I do."

Of all the things that could have happened just then, Blair hadn't expected-nor was she prepared- for Chuck to suddenly whirl her around to face him in such a way that brought them chest to chest, and made her tip her head back to see him. She'd barely had time to register what he'd done when she noticed the darkening of his eyes and the firm set of his jaw. When she did, her stomach curled and her nipples tightened. He wasn't smiling, which indicated the intensity of his thoughts; she knew whatever he was about to say was serious.

"I evidently need to make something absolutely clear, Blair Waldorf. Divorce or no divorce, no woman rates higher in my life than you do. You're the only woman I chose to be my wife, but you were more than that. You were my best friend and my most loyal supporter. And no matter who I may have dated after our divorce, you're the only one I've ever wanted with unadulterated, relentless and endless passion and never ending and undying love."

Blair's heart thumped so hard in her chest that it hurt. Never-ending and undying love? Was he saying what she thought he was saying? She shook her head. No he doesn't mean it. At least not the way it sounded, she thought. Especially not after all this time. There is no way.

She sighed deeply. A part of her knew Chuck still loved her, it was the same kind of love she had for him. You couldn't fall madly in love with someone and then expect that love to go away with a mere divorce. A part of her still loved him and cared for him – as someone who had once been a special part of her life, nothing more than that. And she figured that for him it was probably the same. She was the only woman he had ever taken the time from his busy schedule to pursue. And he had done so relentlessly until he had broken down all her barriers.

The declaration he'd just made about how he felt about her rendered her speechless, and before she could say anything he glanced down at his watch. "It's time for us to start heading back if I'm to meet the investors on time."

Blair nodded, glad for the change in subject. "So how are things going with the plans for the Palace?" she asked as they began walking back towards the area where their vehicles were parked.

"What Justin, Drew and Clayton plan to build is awesome! It's been a dream of theirs for a while and I'm glad to see them move forward with it. And I definitely appreciate them letting me be a part of it."

Blair nodded. "Who will be the builders?"

Chuck chuckled. "I think that was decided before the first piece of land was purchased. Madras Construction Company will be the ones handling things. They plan to keep it all in the family. At first I thought it was too large of an undertaking for those two, but Justin, Drew and Clayton felt comfortable in letting their young cousins do the work. After meeting them I can see why. Those two guys have good heads on their shoulder an there's no doubt in my mind they will do a good job."

Blair smiled softly as they reached the taxi currently parked waiting for her. Chuck opened the door for her. After she slid in he leaned down and reached across her and snapped the seatbelt in place. She appreciated his thoughtfulness. "Thanks Chuck."

"You're welcome." He had to hold back from adding, I now know the importance of taking care of what's mine. He was staring stare at her mouth. His gut clenched and he suddenly felt sweat form on his forehead. His control was good but not good enough to resist moving in a bit closer to take her one last time.

He gazed into her eyes and saw the exact moment she realized his intent. He heard her breath catch and heard her gentle sigh. Then he saw her automatically part her lips for him. With such an invitation, whether intentional or not, he learned closer and stroked his tongue past her parted lips and right into her mouth. Her tongue was there, waiting for his. Sweet, moist, delicious. He wanted to devour her but knew that now was not the time. He had to move cautiously since he didn't want to do anything that would make her want to call off tonight's meeting.

So after tasting her thoroughly for a heart-stopping minute, he retreated and slowly, reluctantly, eased his tongue out of her mouth. "Tonight," he said in a husky whisper. "I'll see you tonight. At around nine."

Blair swallowed. Chuck's voice was rich with promise. A part of her wanted to tell him that tonight was off, since it appeared that she couldn't trust herself around him. In her book he was the epitome of everything sexual. The things he could do, Marcos couldn't. Her heart, her body and her soul never reacted to him as it reacted for Chuck. He was vital, strong and all male. Definitely all male. Even now she could feel moisture gathering between her legs just thinking about how male he was. Somehow and in some way she had to emotionally distance herself from Chuck before…

She didn't want to think about what might happen if she didn't. Everyone bone in her body was beginning to turn to mush at the very though. "Chuck?"

"Yes?"

"About tonight…"

"Yes, what about it?"

"Ahh…I….I…" She tried to speak but couldn't. Never before had she felt at such a loss for words. The only other time she had been this aware of a man had been her first encounter with Chuck, the night he took her gift that she had planned on saving. His very presence had taken her by storm, just like he was doing now. But still, she intended to keep things strictly business between them, even if it killed her…which, from the way things looked, it just might. "Nothing," she said softly. "I'll see you later tonight."

Eleanor Waldorf-Rose glanced across the table at her daughter. Le Dôme Café was their favorite place for dinner; Blair loved their seafood. But she couldn't help noticing that Blair had barely touched her food. "Are you all right, Blair?"

Blair lifted her head and met her mother's concerned gaze. "I met with Chuck today." She knew that about said it all. Of all people, her mother knew just what Charles Bass had meant to her at one time. Her mother also knew how much the breakup of their marriage had hurt her.

"So you have decided to do the interview?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Blair sighed. She hadn't heard censorship in her mother's voice, just blatant, outright concern. When it came to her child, Eleanor was downright a fierce protector. But then, on the other hand, she had always allowed Blair to make her own decisions. Blair and her mother hadn't always had a close relationship but it eventually became one.

"The reason I decided to do it is because it's a good career move for me that will also pay well in the long run when some magazines buy it. But I also have an ulterior motive for doing it. While I'm interviewing Chuck, I'm hoping that I can find out something's about him, in fact I already have." She said softly, thinking about what he'd shared with her about his mother and the information she'd always explained to him as well. Each time she conversed with him she learned more and more about the man she had once married to.

"But those are things she should have learned when the two of you were married."

"True, but there was never any time for since Chuck spent most of his time working. The only thime we communicated was in…."Blair cleared her throat upon decision that no matter how close they were, she had no intentions of sharing intimate details of her marriage with her mother. Besides, she was more than sure her mother got the picture.

"So, where will all this lead?" Eleanor asked, concerned.

"I really don't know, Mom. All I'm hoping to get out of this is one fabulous article. Both Chuck and I keep stressing that this is strictly business and you know Marcos and I have been getting closer these past few months, yet…" She sighed, about to go there again. Why were she and Chuck such passionate, over sensuous people? It seemed the only thing they used to do with their free time was make love, think of making love or plan to make love.

"Blair?"

She blinked upon realizing her mother had spoken to her. "Yes?"

"What you do with Chuck is your business. I just want you to be careful."

Blair nodded. "Careful that my heart doesn't get broken again."

Eleanor nodded, "Yes, that too. But I was really thinking about being careful you don't end up pregnant."

"Mother!"

Eleanor waved off Blair's tone of indignation. "I want you to hear me out, Blair Waldorf. I've been where you are now, remember? Your father and I divorced and then I met Cyrus, which only ended with us being separated for god knows how long and during that time I still loved him with all my heart. Around Cyrus I knew how it felt to be a woman and mainly because he was the one who made me into a woman." She smiled. "There were times when he would come around and I had to fight myself from throwing myself at him. While I always maintained control, there were time I literally climbed the walls after he left because I had wanted and needed him just that bad." She looked at Blair pointedly and added, "I know all about wants and needs, young lady."

Blair reached across the table. "I know children often times can't imagine their parents as passionate and sensuous beings, but they are. You wouldn't be here without me and Harold being together and I wouldn't be with Cyrus had your father never told me he loved men and I'm internally grateful to him for telling before it was too late. You haven't seriously dated since your divorce and now that Marcos is in your life I just think that you need to figure out what you want before either one of you fall too deep and don't know what you want. And although you never mentioned it to me it was no deep dark secret that you and Chuck had a rather active sex life. I mean I know you and him had sex on my piano for god sakes."

Blair could feel her face turn hot read as she raised a brow. "And how do you know that?"

Eleanor chuckled, "Well honey you're not the quietest person when it comes to sex and because each and every time I phone to chat with you two were in bed, getting in bed or getting out of bed. And let's not forget those unexpected visits when I would interrupt the two of you…doing things."

"Okay mom, I get the picture."

"No, dear, I really don't think you do, at least not the one I'm painting for you. What I'm talking about Blair is sexual needs. What kept me from losing it when those sexual needs hit me were you and my job. Those two kept me busy and helped to occupy my mind. You don't really have a diversion."

"I have Marcus sort of and my work," Blair said wondering if her mother had somehow been privy to the recent dreams she'd been having about Chuck.

Eleanor smiled. "Yes, but now your work includes Chuck and you run the risk of mixing work with pleasure. Plus may I add I have a strong feeling you haven't even slept with Marcus yet."

She chose to ignore her mother's comment about Marcus. "Things are strictly business between us."

"Yeah, right. If you believe that then you probably still believe there's a Santa Claus. Get real, Blair. It's been forever. Take my advice and play it safe please? Before going home stop by the nearest store and get a pack of condoms since you're no longer on the Pill."

Blair leaned back in her chair, not believing that conversation she was having with her mother. "Trust me, Mom. I won't need condoms or any other type of birth control. I've never indulged in casual sex" She chose to ignore the voice in the back of her head telling her she was a damn liar. "and I won't start now."

Eleanor smiled. "There's nothing casual about sleeping with an ex-husband, trust me. In fact, it's probably one of the most serious things you can do. The effects of it can possibly leave you in a way you aren't prepared for. Emotionally and physically. You would be sleeping with someone you definitely know, someone you once loved and someone who still has a party of your heart. Even if it's a very small part. And last but not least, he is someone who's the very person who taught you everything you know in the bedroom; every itty- bitty little detail and then some."

Blair could feel her face flush. "Ahh, can we please change this subject."

"If that's what you want honey."

"Yes, that's what I want."

Alright, but remember my warning as well as my suggestion."

With her head lowered Blair slowly resumed eating her food. She could feel her insides hear up at the thought of every itty-bitty little detail Chuck had taught her. He had been thorough, absolute, consummate and outright perfect. In her heart and mind she believed that even if she slept with more than a hundred men, none would ever compare to the way Charles Bass made love. He'd had other faults but in the bedroom he had reigned supreme in her book. Just thinking about him made her…

No, she wouldn't go there…again. She had to believe that she was still in control of her mind and body and that her mother was wrong. Casual sex was casual sex no matter who your partner was. And as long as she believed that, she didn't have a thing to worry about.

At least she hoped and prayed that didn't.

A/N:: I hope you enjoyed it ! (: