By the time Wednesday's social meeting had come around everyone had read about my panic attack at dinner
Chuck and I had been dating for a few weeks now but something was different. He wasn't Chuck…well the Chuck I knew, loathed and had sex with in the back of the limo. He was like Nate, sweet and kind and caring and I didn't like it.
I decided I wanted the old Chuck back.
"Chuck, what do you think of this?" I asked Chuck, appearing at the bathroom doorway dressed in a short nightgown.
I expected him to say something along the lines of 'I think it will look better off of you' or 'Looks easy enough to rip off of you'. Not what he had actually said.
"Looks good on you, B." He said, smiling and walking out to the bar.
I walked out after him and leant over the bench of the bar. He stood behind the bar making a drink.
"Did you want one?" He asked.
Did I want one? No. I wanted Chuck back. I wanted seductive, rude, obnoxious, cocky and insensitive Chuck back.
"No." I sighed.
"Something wrong, Blair?"
What? Chuck, hardly ever asked if anything was wrong.
"No."
"Okay. Well just to let you know I invited Logan and Jenny for dinner tonight here."
"What? You invited Logan and Jenny here for dinner? Are you insane Bass? She humiliated me in front of a whole restaurant!"
"I thought we could discuss fundraising ideas seeing as we're going away before the next social meeting."
I rolled my eyes. Another thing Chuck has done that is so unlike him. He organised a week away just me and him in L.A. The only time old Chuck would have organised a week away just me and him would be if he wanted to spend the whole week away having sex.
"Chuck…is there…something wrong?"
"No. Why? Do I look sick?"
"No."
He leant over the bar and kissed my forehead. I half-smiled and walked back into the bedroom.
--
Dinner had become excruciatingly painful for me to be at. Logan and Jenny had been here for at least 2 hours, drinking champagne, eating fine food and talking to Chuck. He seemed more than content on talking about business with Logan and school with Jenny.
In the midst of a conversation Chuck, Logan and Jenny were having over colleges or something I stood up and went into the bedroom. Chuck didn't even notice. It wasn't until several minutes later when I had already finished my first glass of port that Jenny Humphrey knocked on the door and let herself in.
"What do you want?" I asked rudely, pouring myself another glass.
"Given up yet? Because your boyfriend sure has."
"Chuck has not given up and nor have I, Little J."
"Maybe you should. You may have been notorious for holding your position 3 years ago but I've learnt some things in the time you were away."
"You've learnt how to woo rich, older men and pull off cheap knock offs J, not anything of use."
"Why do you want it so badly anyway? You don't even go to school anymore."
"Because it's mine and has always been. Even if it was to go to someone else, that someone wouldn't be you. You're from Brooklyn for God sakes, you wear knock offs and live in a loft."
Jenny walked over to me and caressed my face. I stared her in the eyes coldly. I won't give up so easy, with or without Chuck's help.
"I'll warn you once, back off B or you'll have yourself a war."
"I'm not afraid of you, Jenny. What have you got that can hurt me, honestly?"
"You may have money Blair but you have weakness' and I can exploit them."
"Go ahead. I dare you, J. Just see what happens when you do."
"Looking forward to it, B."
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When Chuck mentioned he had charted a private plane to take us to L.A I jumped with excitement. I'd never had sex on a plane before but I was about to join the Mile High club, or so I thought. Excuse me for thinking my usually overly horny, cocky boyfriend would enjoy having sex with me in every crevice of the plane.
"I'm bored Bass, entertain me."
Suspected reply; 'Entertain yourself, I'm not your servant, Waldorf.'
Actual Reply; "What would you like to do, B? We could play charades."
"Charades? Are you fucking kidding me, Chuck? When have you ever wanted to play charades unless everyone was naked? Never is the answer you should be looking for."
"Exactly, maybe I want to try it."
"You don't want to make rude comments at me and leer?"
"Not really."
Who are you and what have you done with Chuck Bass?
"Not even one about how you'd like to join the Mile High club? Or possibly have sex with me on every surface of this plane?"
"I'm not really in the mood."
What? My eyes went wide and my brows furrowed together. When Chuck said 'I'm not really in the mood' it usually meant he had just had sex 2 minutes ago and considering we had been on this plane for over half an hour now that was unlikely. Him saying he's not in the mood is like me saying I don't love shopping.
"Okay. Sure. Fine. I'm okay with that. If that's what you want then okay."
He smiled and caressed the top of my hand.
"We'll be there soon, Blair and we can just relax."
--
Chuck swiped the key card for our room and opened the door. Naturally before this new Chuck he would have gone in before me but not this Chuck. He held the door open and smiled. I went in anyway even though I was itching to say something along the lines of 'Get a fucking grip'.
The penthouse hotel suite Chuck had rented for the weekend was as expected. I didn't really care much for what it looked like but rather what we could do in it. Or what I had imagined doing in it anyway.
"What do you want to first?" He asked, placing the key card on the bench in the suite.
I smirked and pulled him to me by his tie.
"It's not what I want to do, it's more of a where I want to do it first." I grinned.
He laughed me off and swished past me, rifling through the mini bar fridge for a refreshment.
"How about a drink instead?" He said, pulling out a small bottle of vodka.
"Sure. Why not." I agreed.
Chuck poured both of us a drink.
"I'm glad you came." He smiled as he sipped on his drink.
"Yeah. Me too." I half heartedly told him.
"I was thinking we could get an early night and go sight seeing tomorrow?"
"Sure. Whatever." I told him.
--
I slid into a seat at a bar close to our hotel. Chuck was still at the hotel. After drinking a few glasses of vodka we went to bed but I couldn't sleep. This Jenny thing had me worked up, I really couldn't sleep and my mind was racing so I went out and left Chuck a note just in case he woke up and noticed I was gone.
The bartender poured me a drink, giving me a sleazy look before walking over to another customer. The bar was alright looking, classy in a way. There weren't many drunk men around or women for that matter.
As I sipped on my drink a man slid into the seat beside me with amazing eyes, green eyes tinged with the slightest bit of blue and grey. He flashed me a pearly smile before he ordered a drink, his voice dripping with sexiness and charm. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it wasn't.
His light brown hair ruffled between his fingers as he combed his hair back with his hand. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he removed his black trench coat and placed it on the back of his chair.
I felt the urge to converse with him.
"You have amazing eyes." I said, finishing off my drink. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help but notice." I smiled.
"Thank you." He replied, sipping at his drink.
"You probably get told that a lot right? Girls you've been with, girls who flirt with you…"
"Yeah, I do. I'm kind of over hearing about them."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"I'm kidding." He laughed. "What brings you here? A pretty girl like you, I would imagine being out with her boyfriend…or husband."
I laughed lightly as I pushed back my fringe from my eyes.
"My boyfriend is actually at the hotel sleeping. I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd come and get a drink."
"Ah, so there is a boy." He smiled warmly.
My teeth flashed as I nodded and smiled at him. He clicked his fingers and in a flash I had another drink in front of me.
"Yes. There is a boy."
"Let me guess. Been with him for a year, love of your life, just waiting for him to propose?" He said as he scrunched his nose up at the obvious burn his drink was causing.
"Completely wrong."
"Do tell."
"Been with him not that long, a few weeks. Was one of my best friends until an accident a few years ago. Moved away, didn't see him and when I came back he was there."
"Ah, I see. So you're not in love? He's just comfortable?"
"I never said I wasn't." I giggled.
"But you never said you were either."
He ordered another drink and rolled up the sleeves on his cream coloured sweater.
"So what about you? Girlfriend? Fiancé? Wife maybe?"
"Girlfriend."
"Let me guess. Been with her for a few months, not sure what you feel about the girl. She's good company, gorgeous but totally brain dead and probably good in bed. You have your doubts but you'd rather have her then no one at all?"
"Kind of." He laughed softly. "I've been with her for 3 years. I love her but not enough to marry her. We understand each other. She is amazing company, drop dead gorgeous and very, very smart. Oh and very good in bed. I have no doubts about her at all, I'm comfortable with her and my mother loves her. I'm happy."
My fingers accidentally bumped his on the counter, he didn't shy away but just looked at me intensely with those amazing coloured eyes.
"Sounds like what I had with my ex boyfriend." I said softly, staring at him. "We broke up after I lost my virginity to his best friend who is now my boyfriend."
We stayed silent until his phone rang.
"Hello?"
He looked at me and smiled, I felt something strange.
"Yes. No, the meeting ran late…of course baby. I know, she told me. No. Yes. Yes. Yes. I'm just out with a friend. Peter…Peter, Peter, you know. No not him. No. Tall, blonde…yes him. Okay. Tell her I said hi. Okay. Yes. Yes. Okay. I love you too."
He hung up and placed his cell back in his pocket.
"Peter?" I laughed.
"Yeah." He laughed too.
"Well my name is actually Blair. Blair Waldorf."
"Lucas Paxton."
Lucas extended his hand and for a moment I was hesitant as to whether I should shake this strange man's hand. But I eventually gave him my hand. His fingers took my own, hand so soft in my own. I felt electricity shoot up my arm. If not for the fact that my cell rang, I probably wouldn't have let go."
"Hello?"
"Hey B. Where are you?"
"I'm at the bar a few down from the hotel."
"Oh."
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just…" I heard the hesitance in his voice. "Nothing."
"Okay."
"Be home soon okay?"
"Sure."
"Blair?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"You too."
Chuck hung up and I placed the cell back in my pocket.
--
I woke up the next morning with a huge hangover. Chuck was already awake, eating quietly at the table. He smirks at me and approaches me with an aspirin and a glass of water.
"Late night?" He asks, sitting beside me.
"Mmm." I groan, taking the aspirin.
"Well get dressed because we're going out." He says.
--
Chuck and I arrive at a restaurant late in the afternoon. We sit at a table in a secluded corner and talk.
"You look beautiful, B." Chuck says, reaching over and caressing the back of my hand with his thumb.
My foot touches his and he smiles.
"You know Chuck…" I begin, flashing a seductive smirk. "We haven't had sex in awhile."
He grins.
"What are you suggesting Waldorf?"
For a moment he sounds like Chuck again. Arrogant, cocky, charming Chuck Bass.
"I think we should blow off eating and go back to our hotel." I whisper to him.
"I don't know, Blair." He laughs.
"Wouldn't you like me riding you, Bass? Screaming your name for the whole hotel to hear?"
"Fuck. If there weren't so many people around I'd fuck you right here."
"Mmm."
"In fact…" He pauses and leans over close. "What about you meet me in the men's bathroom in 10?"
"Sounds promising." I bite my lip.
Chuck gets up and leaves the table. I watch as he slowly makes his way through a door to the bathrooms. He vanishes behind a door and I sit and wait.
A minute or so passes I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"I was waiting-." I cut myself off when I turn around and see who's standing there. "Lucas." I smile softly, feeling my legs go weak with the intense look in his eyes.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" He laughs softly, kissing my cheek.
"I was having a late lunch with my boyfriend." I tell him, gesturing for him to sit.
Lucas takes a seat where Chuck had been sitting.
"Oh this mysterious boyfriend. So where is he? I'd love to meet him."
I contemplate telling him the truth but I fear he might think I'm weird.
"He's uh, in the bathroom. What are you doing here?" I ask.
Lucas looks over to the restaurant kitchen where a amazing figured woman with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and a beautiful tan stands talking to a chef. Her long legs seem to last forever, her tiny feet set in a pair of obvious designer heels.
"That's her." He says, obvious admiration in his voice. "That's my Lena."
"The girlfriend?" I smile, secretly envious.
"Yep. The girlfriend. She's gorgeous right?"
I analyse her, jealous and somewhat still infatuated. It's amazing how one person can be so perfect.
"Absolutely."
"This is her father's restaurant. We come here a lot to eat and she always goes and talks to the chef. They're best friends."
Lucas turns and looks at me. A flash of a smile makes me forget all about Lena and Chuck and everything all around us.
"I should go." He says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small notepad and pen. "Here's my number. I'm flying back to New York tonight. If you're ever around there call me."
I scribble my number on the notepad.
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Spotted. Our prominent former Queen B in L.A with a mysterious hottie. Who's the new Beau B? Is our cocky C suddenly missing in action? You know you love me. Xoxo, Gossip Girl.
So I'm sorry for the SUPER long wait on this, I got less motivated and had major writers block every time I tried to write this. But Good news I've got my MoJo back and I've written a few chapters ahead so today you'll be getting 2 chapters instead of one