"Scotch Please" Bart said sitting down at the bar. Not that he even needed to voice his order for the bartender to know it. Bart Bass frequented this bar quite often, especially on this day. October 20th, sixteen years ago today the love of his life, his first wife, the mother of his child, Samantha Jones left him. Before meeting Samantha Bart had been quite the ladies man, he never pictured him as the type to settle down. But the moment he laid eyes on Samantha he knew she was the one. She as beautiful, driven, funny, smart and she loved sex just as much as he did ..maybe more. But if there was ever a person who was not meant for marriage it was Samantha Jones. The moment she left he went back to his womanizing ways and had been that way ever since.

I'm sorry, I love you honey ..but I love myself more

He downed his glass of cognac almost as soon as the bartender set it down in front of him. "Another please"

Those words had rung in his ears ever since the day she left. Of course they co-parented Charles, even though Charles mostly stayed with Bart, but they hadn't had a conversation that didn't concern their son since that day sixteen years ago, they even avoided seeing each other as much as possible. A car would take Charles back and forth between their penthouses. But she was friends with one of charles classmates mothers, Carrie Bradshaw Van der Woodsen, so minimal contact was inevitable.

"Rough day?" He heard a husky, but feminine voice ask. He turned his head to see a beautiful brunette bombshell sliding into the barstool next to him. She wore a black and silver gucci dress, her sleek brown hair hung past her shoulders, her nails were rounded and candy apple red, she smelled heavenly.

"You could say that" he said, taking a swig of his fresh scotch.

"Grey goose martini" she requested.

"Sounds like you had a rough day too" he said referring to her order.

"Yeah, it happens" she shrugged.

"I'm Bart by the way, Bart Bass" he held out his hand for a handshake. She took it

"Nice to meet you Mr. Bass" she smiled.

He smirked taking note of the fact that she did not give him her name, but she looked extremely familiar. He hoped she wasn't someone he had already slept with before, but if he was he couldn't blame himself. She was drop dead gorgeous.

"So what brings you here?" he asked.

She shifted in her seat, "Long day at the office" she sighed.

"What office, if I may ask"

"Well .." she started, " I work at Greenhouse Records ..but my long day was due to a charity event I'm trying to plan ..for breast cancer ..those women are nuts" she shook her head.

"I go to that charity every year" he noted "and how did you get into the music business?"

"I was born into it" she answered, her father was Matthew Fisher, founder of Greenhouse Records. Elizabeth originally didn't want to be involved with the record label at all, but her father did some hardcore convincing and grooming and eventually she came around, just like he knew she would.

They went on and on for hours, comparing their jobs to determine whose was more stressful (Elizabeth won because she was working under her father and felt she had a lot to prove), he told her about Charles and Samantha, she shared the details of her dead end relationships and how she doubted that she would ever get married, and he agreed. After Samantha he said he didn't think he could ever open himself up to someone again. Loving someone means giving them the power to hurt you, and Bart no longer believed anyone should hold that power over him ever again.

They had been talking for hours when Bart leaned back and glanced at his watch "well, it's past my bedtime" he sighed.

"Where do you live?" She inquired.

"The Palace Hotel"

"Well, I don't usually do this" she said hopping down from her barstool, "But why don't we have a sleepover" she whispered in his ear.

Bart raised a very interested eyebrow. He stepped down from his barstool and gestured for her to walk ahead of him.

Bart opened his eyes groggily to glance at the clock, it was 11am, much later than he usually woke up. He turned over to see if Elizabeth was still there. He was sure she was, but when he turned over the side of the bed she had slept on was empty. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded toward the bathroom. The door was wide open and it was empty. He made his way back to the bed but before he climbed in he noticed a piece of paper with cursive writing on it on the table in front of the window.

"Made" breakfast for you (: enjoy

Beside the note was a small plate covered with a napkin, he lifted the napkin to reveal an omelette, hash browns, sausage and toast.

Usually Bart would be glad that he wouldn't have to go through the hassle of making up stories to convince the woman that she had to go less than an hour after they had woken up, but as he sat down and worked on his breakfast he couldn't help but wish that Elizabeth would have stayed. There was something about her that he could not put his finger on, but he stopped in the middle of his train of thought. This was a feeling he had not felt in a long time, but one he would never forget. It was the same way he had felt about Samantha Jones the first time they met. So he decided to put Elizabeth Fisher as far out of his mind as he could.