Prologue

Suminary: Chuck Bass has it all: the money, the lifestyle and the women... What happens when he comes home after the summer and finds out his stepsister brought home a friend. Who appears to be a female version of himself... What happens when that particular stranger turns his Bass-world up side down... Is it possible for Chuck to have finally met his match...?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! The caracters and gossip girl are property of the CW and it's creators.

The elevator bell echoes through the living room, announcing its arrival before the person inside steps out. Chuck strolls around the corner, followed by the doorman, Vanja, who carries his luggage. The man is thanked for his effort with a simple nod. Chuck waits for him to leave before entering the penthouse any further. The sun is setting and it gives the shiny white kitchen an orange glow. The place feels empty; after all, there is only one more week left of the summer break and the Upper East Siders are slowly leaving their Hampton or European homes and making their return to the island. He knows that Bart and Lily are still in Europe after an unexpected run-in in London; his father at work, as always, and his step-mother maxing out the credit cards on Bond street. He pours himself a glass of his favorite scotch and walks over to the window to enjoy the skyline of his favorite city. He has always enjoyed his trips to Europe, for both business and pleasure, but there's nothing like coming home to New York City and the way it consumes you from the first moment you've walked these streets.

With fall around the corner,there is a lot to look forward to. September is the kick-off when it comes to the Upper East Side's social calendar with balls, brunches and many more social gatherings of New York's elite. These are the places where you see husbands come home with a new trophy wife or you see a couple have an encounter with the former/current lover or mistress, with the husband or wife on the arm... It usually creates a few interesting and socially embarrassing shows for those involved- just entertainment for those witnessing it. The parties will be followed by New York's fashion week that overflows the city with almost unnatural beautiful young women and, adding the freshmen of NYU, Colombia and Cornell to that list, it's like a sea filled with new fish who have to learn what he means when he tells them:

"I'm Chuck Bass..."

He downs his Scotch and waits for the burning feeling to leave the back of his throat while the sun disappears from the New York skyline, behind the lowest buildings.

#blast #:

Hello, Upper East Siders!

The kick-off to another year filled with secrets, gossip and scandal has been given, by no other than our beloved Basshole…

Word just reached me that the Bass-jet touched down at JFK about an hour ago and that our notorious playboy came home alone... How un-scandalous of him…

Quite a shocker compared to last year when the Hollbrook twins accompanied him back and commented that they were both now officially members of the mile high club...
Ladies, let's hope that he renews his membership in time.

You know you love me,

XOXO, Gossip Girl

He chuckles with the message on his phone, leaves his glass on the counter and strolls off to his bed. On his way to Eric's old, now his room he passes the guest bedroom, and with the door ajar he notices a few Louis Vuitton suitcases inside. It surprises him that Serena decided to take the guest bed room but he's glad also, sleeping across the hall from his step-sister would be kind of weard. That fact reminds him he needs to find out how well this room is isolated. Chuck can usually tell beforehand if they're screamers or not, but even a well-trained eye can be wrong sometimes. He knocks on the walls a few times, so far he's satisfied. Not only with the sound proved walls, but with the decoration as well: Lilly did a great job. It looks a lot like the bedroom of his penthouse suite at the Empire, which is now under reconstruction due to some new-found safety issues.

Before closing the new- and temporarily his- bedroom's door, a pile of clothes scattered around on the bed in Serena's room comes into his eyesight. He crosses the hall and notices that this room too has suitcases standing beside the bed. Serena never travels light, but even this is too much for her taste. He recognizes some of the clothing pieces and they are definitely owned by Serena Van der Woodsen. So if these are Serena's, to who do the suitcases in the guestroom belong to? He knows they can't be Eric's: he's already left for boarding school in Switzerland - at least that's what Lilly told him yesterday. In need for some answers, he moves from Serena's room into the guest bedroom with a few long strides. Having pushed the door open with his foot, he stands inside looking at the five Louis Vuitton cases in front of him. They are almost begging him to look inside them. He knows that one look inside will reveal who their guest is- not by name, but he will at least learn what kind of person has occupied the guest bedroom. After all you put yourself and your life in a suitcase when you travel.

Against one of his many principles, he picks up one of the suitcases and lays it down upon the perfectly made bed. The click of the lock makes his heart rate fasten. Disappointment overtakes him seconds later when he discovers empty clothing bags neatly folded up inside of it. Nothing more. A low growl fills his throat as he slams the suitcase shut and places it quite roughly back on the floor. His eyes wander around the room. Apart for some make-up and perfume placed on the vanity table, he sees no personal changes made in the room.

His eyes catch the original bottle of Chanel No 5 with the small, delicate and rounded shoulders. An exclusive and antique item, given that those specific bottles were only produced between 1911 and 1920. They changed it later on when the glass proved too thin for transport. At first glance you might think that the girl or woman occupying this room clearly has a classic taste. However, if you know the story about the origin of the perfume, you do know that sexually provocative perfumes heavy with animal musk or jasmine were associated with women of the demi-monde, prostitutes or courtesans and never with the 'respectable' woman.

Taking a slight turn to his left, he finds himself standing in front of a closet, which is filled with European haute couture. French couture to be exact. From Chanel and Dior to Gaultier. A few Lacroix pieces and nearly two dozen pieces from a designer he doesn't know. The label has a beautiful golden and gracefully designed W embroidered on it. Based on the luxurious fabrics the clothing pieces are made of, he thinks it must be couture. His strain of thoughts is shortly after interrupted by a woman's voice. A high and sweet woman's voice, to be correct.

"Looking for anything in particular?" the voice wonders, "Maybe I can help..."

The sarcasm is obvious in her tone, yet it surprises him how relaxed she sounds. Any other woman would have screamed her lungs out by now, but not her apparently. Chuck's upset with himself. Not noticing there's someone home before you start snooping around is a rookie mistake. Considering himself an expert, he clearly failed miserably just now. However he cannot show her he's upset with himself, which would be even worse. So he composes himself, straightens his back and then slowly turns around.

First, he faces her big rich dark brown eyes, which match her dark brown curls perfectly. Next up are her full and rubycolored, lips. Only then his eyes land on her attire. A smirk reaches his lips and he slowly licks his lips while taking in her silhouette. She's just standing there in her see-trough white lace kimono, that's being held together by a white knitted rope around her thin waist, letting him eye her from head to toe. The fact that she owns a see trough robe, places her as bold in his book. She even has the guts to wear only a ruby colored corseted one-piece underneath it. That is considered an eyebrow raising action. It makes her sun kissed skin stand out even more. Oh, how he would like to be that robe right now... The thought makes his mouth go dry and his entire body burn with desire. He can't remember the last time he felt like this. He's sure that if she touches him now, he'll come right here and now in his pants. To divert his mind from his thought's he decides to open his mouth and reply her with an answer: "Only if you model them..."

"Nice try," she smiles at him.

"Pardon me for my curiosity." Chuck smiles.

He knows for a fact she's not bothered by his presence, otherwise he would have been forced out the minute she walked in. His apologetic gesture is more an attempt to keep the conversation going than an actual apology.

"Well, after all it is a quality we all possess. Apparently, some can control it better than others."

"I wasn't expecting to run into you just yet," He had hoped that the mystery lady in front of him would be out, partying the night away with his step-sister and her socialite friends.

"They never are..."

And with that he's kindly, but silently, gestured to leave her room.

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