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He knew he had to tell her the truth before it would blow up in his face, but he was too distracted from her lips to confide that he was finally going to buy a hotel in the sunny Los Angeles.
He had prepared the project for weeks, hoping to show it to the members of the board, and have their approbation. They had showed him how much they believed he could go on with his job several times, by giving him their money to buy bars and restaurants in all New York and also Miami. Miami had been the project of the year before, with its environment it was the Los Angeles of the East Coast. Make money by buying a hotel there had been a great investment, but at that time he had let one of the other members of the Bass Industries to take care of it.
Los Angeles seemed like the next step to let people of the opposite coast know the name of the Bass' too, and expand the hotel business of course.
If it would go well, the incomes would grow more than normal. LA was usually a bit expensive than New York, and many celebrities lived there. They could offer them a great service and hope that in exchange they would pass the word about the hotel.
Chuck had visioned the hotel on his laptop thanks to some pictures that his personal assistant had sent to him. This person had gone to Los Angeles for a few days to check on the place and the landscape, the hotel had to be excellent and comfortable.
Once he went out of the shower, he noticed Blair and the baby had already left the room.
He supposed Blair was angry with him, but what did she pretend? He was working, he wasn't going to LA to have fun, as much as he wanted to. She had to understand that he had a job and as the boss he also had to do those trips. He had done few in the past when they were just together and she hadn't complained much, why now it seemed a big deal? It wasn't that he would go there for long, three days max.
She wasn't letting him look after the baby anyway, and although it seemed she had changed her mind that night, he wasn't sure she would be of the same idea that morning.
Considering how the bed was done, Blair had probably asked Dorota to do it. Her clothes weren't also at the same place, and the baby's crib wasn't near the window anymore.
She thought they hadn't gone far, so he got dressed then went to the place he thought they would be. As expected, Blair and Alexandra were in the baby's nursery. Blair was sitting on the armchair and was clearly smiling at the baby feeding. When she acknowledged his presence, the smile faded.
"You didn't have to leave?" she asked with a not so sweet tone.
He walked closer to them. "I couldn't leave without greeting you and the baby. Can I kiss her?"
Blair frowned. "She's busy now."
"Then I'll wait until you finish" he said as he sat on the couch next to the armchair.
She looked at him until he crossed his legs and turned to watch them. The baby was still eagerly sucking, and he could notice she was far from finishing her meal.
He knew Blair looked like she didn't love being watched while nursing, but in that moment he didn't give a damn about it. He had spent few days only looking at her in her sleep and not talking or kissing her, or eating together. He had missed her face as much as he had missed Alexandra's face. He still couldn't believe they were his girls. They were both so beautiful.
He understood the baby had stopped sucking when she emitted a small groan. Blair turned her to let the baby attach to her other breast before Chuck could protest.
"You said I could give her a kiss when she would be done" he complained.
Blair raised an eyebrow. "Does she look like she's done? Is better if you leave, or you'll lose your flight" she said with nonchalance.
"You forgot I only fly with the private jet. They'll wait."
She nodded and looked away at the realization. He knew she wasn't pleased with him leaving, but why did she push him to leave anyway?
He kept watching them as Blair never dared to look up to see him. He supposed she wanted to avoid eye-contact, so that he would understand he had to leave earlier than decided with the captain of the private jet. She was offended.
She still didn't get that he wanted to say goodbye properly, and that meant holding his baby as she looked like she had promised him the night before.
Once Alexandra was done, Blair fixed her blouse slowly than usual, but he had of course expected it.
"Can I take her?"
"Wait" she had slapped his hand away when he tried to get a hold on the baby.
He sighed but decided not to argue again, although Blair really seemed she was trying to take precious time from his schedule and this was a good reason to discuss.
When her blouse was finally fixed, she did something else he would expect. Giving her possible rage towards him, she didn't pass the baby to him but instead she got up and started to walk to burp the baby.
"Can I at least burp her? It's been so -" he was trailed off.
"I told you. If you need to leave, leave now. She won't remember it anyway."
Chuck sighed again and stood up from the couch. "I thought we were past this. What is going on now?" he asked, pretending to be naïve. He knew what was wrong.
Blair rolled her eyes and kept walking back and forth in the room, as if he wasn't there.
"Have you heard someone talking, Alexandra? I thought I closed the windows, a fly may has entered the room."
He was annoyed by her behavior she had no idea.
"Don't act like you don't know." He said with a severe tone. "It's because I'm leaving, isn't it?"
"I should call Dorota so she can kill this annoying fly..." she continued.
Chuck shook his head. "Is it possible for you not acting like a four year old? Look at me."
But there Blair started to sing a song to the baby, and Chuck rolled his eyes. He checked his watch, and noticed it was past ten-thirty. He had scheduled the flight for 11am so that he would arrive to LA before the evening dinner with the people that should sell him the hotel. He couldn't be late, but he didn't want to miss the chance to say goodbye to his girls either.
He would really want to take her arm to stop her tiring walk, but he wouldn't dare to do it since she was holding the baby, as much as he just wanted her to stop.
"I know I should had told you before, but we weren't talking. I've got to buy this place before someone else does it, and I need to do it today. It's from our future. Alexandra's future. You know what I mean? Plus, is just for three days."
With that, Blair finally stopped.
She glared at him, but it wasn't a true glare. She was mostly pretending to be super angry with him. A part of her knew it was his job, and like she hadn't wanted him to help her saying she was entitled to do it as the baby's mother, she had to get she didn't have to stop him from doing his things either.
"We've been married for a month, Chuck. And you know what you did? You got back to work, cowardly left me alone in our bedroom looking after the baby. Eat at Lily's and didn't call or text me so I could know you were safe. Last night I finally decided it was better for us if I'd let you take care of Alexandra too, but now what happens? You need to fly to California. Great, that's absolutely great."
"Don't you think you're being too selfish?"
Blair fumed a bit. "Are you? Because it seems to me work comes before everything to you."
"You know that's not true" he answered bitterly. "I've spent weeks on this project, and I'm sorry I had the opportunity to present it just two days ago, but now here it is."
"I can't believe you're putting me in front of the accomplished fact."
He shook his head and sighed. "I'm also doing this for you."
Blair made a face. "Is this your stupid explanation? Who cares about money and hotels. Who cares about your hotel above all, when right now all you should do is taking care of your family." She said with determination. "I really thought have a baby would have made us what you've always wanted to be... but I was probably wrong."
Chuck looked down and felt something inside telling him how a dick he was being, but he tried to ignore that voice. The other side of him on the other hand was pushing him to go upstairs and jump on the private jet waiting for him on the roof.
He knew he had to sacrifice something, but were Blair and the baby the ones?
His job was nothing compared to them. As much as money could buy a lot of things, they couldn't buy happiness. And as much as money also paid call girls, they couldn't buy love.
He felt an asshole.
"You wouldn't let me touch the baby, what is your explanation? Looks like I'm not the only one to blame after all" he said with a bit of venom. "You wanted to keep the baby all for you and wouldn't let me do anything... is that the family you wanted to create with me, huh?"
Blair bit her lip. He knew he had moved something in her, but two can play at that game.
"I changed my mind last night."
"Yes, but then you changed your mind again few minutes ago. So, who is being selfish now?"
She sighed and then waited to answer. She moved past him and put the baby in her crib. She wasn't sure how Alexandra had fallen asleep with her and Chuck arguing, but she did. She just hoped they wouldn't scream or it would take more later to fall her back to sleep.
She turned back to him and bit her lip again. It was a hard situation, but both knew it wasn't going anywhere.
"I was ready to forgive you" she said as she walked out of the nursery. "To let you do the father."
He followed her and listened carefully to every word, but didn't answer until they reached the bedroom. He wasn't sure why she stopped there. "Why should you forgive me for wanting to do the father?" he put a hand on his temples. "I mean, is not like we just had a one night stand and the paternity is be up in the air. We made a promise, Blair. I don't think you want Alexandra to grow with just one parent, do you? And I'm her father, I would do anything not to let you take control over her" he said with conviction. "I don't want to be absent in her life like my father did, as much as you don't want to be like your mother."
Blair folded her hands together and started feeling depressed at the admission he did.
He would do anything to have the baby, she was sure of that. She didn't want to think they could really arrive to the point of being over already. They had been married for just a month.
"But you are still leaving" she teased, and could see his expression fail.
He knew that he had to go. He watched his watch before answering her. He had wanted to take all of the time he needed to decide, and in the end he felt there was only one thing to do.
He sighed and put both hands in his pockets, looked at the carpet and then back at her.
"Is just three days" he murmured with a severe expression.
Blair looked like she only needed to be reassured, but he wasn't able to do that right now. The decision was hard, but he couldn't do otherwise.
She blinked and barely smiled. "I'll see you on Wednesday, then" she said with a small voice.
He smiled back and moved closer to kiss her cheek. "I'll text you when I land."
Blair tried to smile again when he looked at her for the last time before taking his suitcase and leave the room.
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On the flight to Los Angeles he couldn't stop thinking about Blair and the baby.
He felt completely stupid, a dick, a stubborn egocentric man who was obsessed with his job. It made him think about the old him, the seventeen year old who wanted his father's approbation and that was going to do anything to have it.
He remembered when he first bought Victrola. That club was still his after years, but he didn't use to go there like before. He mostly checked on the Empire where Nate still occupied their old suite, and on the Palace, where Blair had been named boss since July. Those two hotels were his favorites. The Palace because he had lived there with Bart and Lily, and the Empire because it was his very first business deal after Bart had died.
He bought the Empire thanks to Blair, who had also given him her approbation on the Victrola.
Blair was the woman who had pushed him to do some of his most successful and important deals, she was probably the one reason why he had felt confident to go on and buy some properties. Blair had been and was the only one he relied on and made him believe he could buy the universe. He ought almost everything to her.
Then why the hell he decided to leave anyway?
It seemed like things had been fixed that night. He was so eager that finally he wouldn't go in secret to look for Alexandra anymore, but that morning call had ruined everything. He wanted to blame it on his secretary, but she was just doing her job after all. He had to do damage control anyway. Buy something to Blair and the baby in Los Angeles so that he would try to get their forgiveness right away.
He looked at his laptop. He had been working more on the jet to check everything was on place, so that the people who was going to meet that night would be glad to sell their building to him. He was pleased to see what he had done. It took him weeks to finish that project, he recalled he started the sketch when he and Blair were at the Hamptons in August. Whenever she was sleeping and he didn't feel like doing anything, he would be sitting at the desk of the office of the summer house and arrange things for it.
If only Blair would know... she had said she didn't care about hotels and especially about his.
He knew she wasn't being true because she was angry at him, but it hurt anyway. Who would believe it was worth if his wife didn't think it was?
He decided not to let her words bother him. They were just words after all.
The private jet landed in LA at around 7.15pm.
He decided to send a text to Blair to fix his coward behavior that had lasted till the night before. He didn't want to let her think he didn't want to go on with this relationship just because in those last few days they'd been arguing a lot. And wasn't one of his goals try to be a perfect husband and father? He so hated himself in that moment, but he couldn't do anything but that to try to make amends with that small thought for now.
Just landed. I hope you and Alexandra are okay. Love, Chuck.
Chuck had fastly changed into a new light blue suit to match with the landscape, and also less autumnal one. It was sunny in California, and he couldn't let the sellers met him with sweat drops falling on his face because of the hotness of the flannel suit he had on.
Few men brought his two suitcases into the hotel, and he followed them to his suite. He then gave some cash to the bell boys, and they left. He checked himself in the mirror to see if he was okay, then he took his keys and left to reach the restaurant of the hotel.
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Blair was in the bedroom bed when her phone vibrated.
She had tried so hard to fall asleep despite the bad mood. Chuck had drained her energy that morning, and Dorota had to give her chamomile tea and some Lady Godiva's. Neither the baby had been successful in change anything.
She wasn't mad at Chuck, she was more saddened by his behavior. It wasn't that he was doing a bad thing, but the timing was wrong. His timing was always wrong. She wondered if they'd ever arrived to Christmas together if he needed to be given a new wristwatch perhaps.
She yawned and lazily took the phone from the nightstand.
Chuck had just sent her a text, and for some reason it made her smile like a child. It wasn't much, but it was less than nothing. She hadn't hoped for it anyway. Unexpected.
She decided not to text him back since she knew it was dinner time in LA and he probably was with the sellers. She knew she had told him she didn't care, but she would be sorry if he wouldn't make it. She knew it was just another boring business deal, but it meant a lot to Chuck, and she knew why.
He was great. He knew how to do his job, and he had been proving to the members of the Bass Industries how good he was at his work like his father had been. It had passed enough years for them to recognize Chuck's good flair with affairs. He was born to do this.
Too bad he often thought he wasn't too much. He had to know by then that he was everything to her and his daughter at least.
Blair put the phone back on the nightstand and tried to sleep again, but somehow she was disturbed by her thoughts. She didn't succeed so she gave up at some point. Time had flown by anyway, and Alexandra started to cry at around 3 o' clock.
She got up to repeat the same routine. Nurse her, burp her, change her diaper then let the baby sleep till morning when all those things would be repeated again. She hated routines.
She thought she was going to fall on the floor when at some point she felt her stomach, ache. She hadn't eaten anything but few chocolates at lunch, and nothing at dinner. She hadn't been in the mood for eating, but she didn't care. It wasn't that one or two days without food would mean much, although that she was conscious she needed to eat to keep herself on top.
She still hadn't given up on the idea of taking care of the baby alone, as much as she hated having cold feet and regret what she had told him the night before. She didn't love to change her mind so soon, but she didn't feel like fully trusting him either.
She cradled the baby slower than usual after she feed her. Alexandra was protesting by touching Blair's cheek – slapping was the right term – and seemed like she didn't want to get back in her crib. She grunted and looked so excited when Blair cooed her with a silly kitty voice that she didn't know how she made since she was so tired.
She sat down on the bed at some point, keeping the baby next to her and where the wall was so that if Alexandra wouldn't fall asleep and she would, she won't fall off the bed.
She passed few minutes looking at her with tiredness. Alexandra seemed so joyful at that time of the night when all she wanted to do was sleep. She was feeling so depressed about not sleeping the right amount of hours, that her weariness betrayed her.
When she woke up the following morning, she felt tired as ever. She looked at her side, Alexandra was fully asleep and she was holding her pacifier with her small hand. Blair smiled at the sweet sight, caressing the baby's head carefully not to wake her up.
She looked at the clock on the wall and realized how late it was. Like one week earlier, she had overslept. She thought whatever in her mind since the baby was there and sleeping next to her and she didn't have to do anything that day... perhaps she could sleep more.
She woke up again some time later and found the baby sucking on her pacifier and holding on Blair's pajama. She grinned at the baby and she made a sound, then she gave her finger and Alexandra took it in her little hand and hold it tighter.
The baby looked so lively that afternoon, and she wondered why. She also wondered how many hours she had been sleeping. She noticed it was almost dinner time, but she wasn't hungry and she didn't care if she ate or not, but the baby surely was and had to be feed. She sat down on the bed and picked the baby up. For some weird reason she felt her arms betray her, as if she didn't have strength, and she almost dropped the baby on her lap.
She felt a hole in her chest as she realized. She put the baby close to her heart and felt the urge to cry. Scenarios started forming in her head, and she couldn't stop thinking about what could had happened to the baby if she would've missed it. She felt so confused and dazed and she wasn't sure why, but she didn't want to get up and call Dorota, or anybody else.
She just stayed there, crying with the baby in her arms and whispering that she was sorry to her little girl that was on the other hand playing with her jaw. She blessed that she didn't understand anything right now.
She felt so lost in that moment after a long time. Pregnancy had been easy since Chuck and Serena had been close to her and had supported her, but now she felt like she was alone with a baby she created but that she didn't know how to keep safe.
She was a bad mother. Perhaps, she couldn't do the mother, and Dan was right.
She fell asleep crying with the baby in her arms, and she woke up in the middle of the night when she felt a hand caressing her hair. She opened her eyes slowly and realized it wasn't the baby who was doing it.
"Chuck" she whispered and reached out to hug him. She put her hands behind his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Then, as if she couldn't control it, she started to cry again uncontrollably.
Chuck caressed her back as she cried, holding her tightly on his body so that she could feel comforted. "Are you okay, Blair? I'm sorry I left yesterday. I won't leave again without you and the baby, next time... I promise" he murmured as he tried to soothe her, but Blair kept crying on the jacket of his suit.
She moaned and sobbed. She was feeling him brushing her back lightly, and he also started to cuddle her when she shrieked abruptly in his hug. She wasn't able to motion a word to explain what she was feeling, she felt traumatized almost.
He didn't ask anything more until she recoiled back few minutes later. She looked scared and started panicking when she noticed the baby wasn't lying on the bed anymore. She looked in Chuck's eyes and tears streamed down on her face again.
"Where is she? Where is Lexie?" she covered her face with one hand.
"It's okay" he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand "she's sleeping. I found you two here lying on the bed and thought you fell asleep. I decided to put the baby back in her crib just because I noticed how hot it was your forehead."
"H-hot?" she tried to say, but her voice cracked.
"You are hot" he said as he passed his hand on her temple. "You are as hot as a radiator, Blair. I should measure your temperature. Can you wait here that I take the thermometer?" he asked as he let her lean back a few inches from him.
She felt his hand on her face trying to wipe the tears and sighed at the relief that he was back. She then nodded and so he left the room. She put a hand on her forehead and noticed he was right. She had never noticed she was that hot. She just hoped she hadn't passed the virus to the baby too or she would probably never forgive herself. She felt so nauseated.
When Chuck got back from the bedroom with the thermometer, he measured her temperature and acknowledged she had fever.
"You should rest in your bed, Blair. You can't stay near the baby unless you took some pills" he said as she looked at him with wide eyes. "She could take the flu too, and we can't risk. Don't you think?" he asked with a mellifluous tone and a hand placed on her jaw.
She nodded because she thought he was right. She didn't want the baby to have fever too at this young age. She was just one month old after all, and despite there were meds for that, she just thought she didn't want to risk more that day.
Chuck helped her to their bed by taking her in his arms. Blair frowned and sobbed as if she had a bad hiccup, then she pushed herself to grip on Chuck and felt protected as he held her in his arms. "I love you" she said between sobs.
"I love you too" he answered back, and the words seem to soothe her another bit.
She was a lightweight. Sometimes they used to take a shower together and he would take her to bed like that. She wasn't able to walk as she was super tired and also dizzy that she was sure she would fall on the carpet if he wouldn't hold her.
Chuck put Blair to bed at 4am, then walked away, or so she thought he was about to.
"Don't go. Don't go in the guest room." Blair was afraid he would leave again not to get the flu too, and this hurt too much. "Please."
He smiled lightly and then turned to her. "I wasn't going to leave. I just wanted to get rid of these clothes, put my pajama on and then sleep. I'm not going anywhere."
"You aren't afraid you could have the flu too?" she asked with a small voice, she still seemed scared and too giddy.
He shook his head and changed into his pajamas while Blair kept watching his every move.
She couldn't believe he had returned after one day from his departure, perhaps something didn't go well? She was too tired to ask in that moment.
Chuck crawled in the bed next to her. He hugged her from behind and she almost felt she was going to choke since his arms were holding her tighter as if she was the only thing he could hold on to, as if she was his only chance to survive in this world.
They kept themselves silent for a while, he thought Blair had fallen asleep because she wasn't moving anymore when he checked her forehead every once in a while.
He felt surprised when Blair talked sometime later. He could see the light of the morning arise from the window, and he knew soon the dawn was going to break.
"How did it go in Los Angeles?" she asked with a curious tone.
She felt Chuck hesitate for a second. She wondered if she had perhaps asked him something he wasn't ready to answer yet, but her curiosity had got the best of her.
He sighed. "Well, I thought worse. Those people, they... didn't love my project." He admitted with bitterness. Blair thought he was deluded. "They considered it not so much East Coast. "
"I'm sorry" she answered and looked for his hand to hold.
Chuck squeezed her hand back. "Don't worry, the hotel wasn't that great anyway. I thank God I went there to check on the place. The service was the worst, the restaurant had bad food. I couldn't spend my money on something like that. It would've been a waste."
"True" she agreed.
"And I couldn't be with you and the baby."
She smiled happily and then brushed herself on him. She tried to turn in his arms so she would face him. She had missed his face so much even if they hadn't seen each other for just a day.
She cupped her hands on his cheeks and kissed him on the jawline.
Chuck didn't protest because he knew she didn't want him to take the virus.
He kissed her forehead. "We should call your doctor later so that she can give you pills and you'll be out of this bed in less than few hours."
"We could ask Dorota to do it when she arrives."
He nodded, then closed his eyes. "You know Blair, when I was on the jet the only thing I thought were you and Alexandra. I thought you would never forgive me for leaving. It was hurting. Thinking I was too far to fix things. I just thought I was a dick, and whatever situation I'd found back here in New York, I just knew I would've deserved it."
Blair frowned. "What... situation?"
He sighed. "I was afraid" he admitted "afraid you would try anything to keep me away from you and the baby. I thought I had been too irresponsible, passed the limit."
She shook her head and caressed his cheek. "I'm the one irresponsible here. I didn't want to let you spend time with your baby. I was trying to stop you from being with her like on the other hand you needed and felt natural to do."
"But I was the one who left you and the baby on our first month."
"Yes, you did" she answered coquettishly "but then you came back. Not that I have forgiven you completely for forgotten our anniversary, but."
"But you will after you'll see what I brought for you from LA." He smirked.
Blair's mouth fell open and she felt delighted he had brought something for her.
Chuck got off bed and came back with a red envelope. He sat down on the bed next to her and helped her to sit against the head of the bed so that she wouldn't feel tired and dizzy. Then he gave the red velvet box to Blair who was eagerly waiting to open it.
He had had the time to bought that at Henry Winston in Beverly Hills. It had actually few pieces the New York boutique didn't have, included the one he had bought for her.
Blair opened the box and was amazed by the fine jewelery it contained. It was a shiny diamond necklace with purple and pure diamonds all over it. She smiled widely when she saw it and touched the fine gems of which it was made of.
"Too bad I'm sick and I can't wear it" she snorted sadly.
Chuck giggled. "But you will wear it when I'll take you out to dinner after you'll recover. Deal?"
"Deal" she answered as she gave him another kiss on the cheek.
They both yawned few minutes later. Blair had slept too much but was tired because of the flu, and Chuck hadn't slept at all. They crawled under the covers again and she gripped herself onto him in her sleep. She woke up several times and noticed he was asleep next to her, and that made her feel better. But there were some things that still bothered her, and she wasn't going to give Chuck much away... yet. Or perhaps never.
Dorota had come to check on her at lunch time, startled she hadn't seen her at breakfast. She told her she had the flu so she had to call the doctor to have a recipe for pills. Dorota's arrival had woken Chuck up, and also Alexandra. The maid watched them both unsure of what to do.
"Dorota, go pick up Alexandra" Chuck prompted, and the maid did as he asked.
She was going to give the baby to Blair, but she seemed to recoil back, bewildered. "No, no. Don't give her to me. Give her to Mr Chuck. I don't want the baby to be sick too."
Chuck nodded and the maid passed him the baby. "Blair is right, is better if I look after the baby for now. How should we do with the nursing, though? She only eats your milk" he said as he got off the bed with the baby in his arms and smiled at her.
He looked back at Blair with questioning eyes, waiting for an answer. She shrugged her shoulders and said what neither Dorota or Chuck expected her to.
"Let's give her baby formula" she declared. "Unless until I am okay again."
Dorota smiled widely with happiness, and Blair felt she was loving this. "Go buy right now, Miss Blair. Be right back" she said as she exited the room. She had wanted her to use baby formula so that Chuck could also give the bib to the baby, and finally... she couldn't believe it.
Chuck smiled too because he was finally happy to be of help since Blair was sick, but he was also suspicious. Changes had been too quick, and it wasn't likely for someone like Blair. He knew her too well to think something else was going on, but he avoided to ask for now.
Blair didn't want to use baby formula, but she thought she had to. She felt as if she didn't want the baby to suck her milk because it could be infected with flu virus, but it was also because of something else, something else Chuck didn't know and wouldn't have to know, and that she was still scared to admit to herself. It would pass, she thought. After she wouldn't be sick.
She hoped the feeling would go away, but none can hope to overcome their fears fast.
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ellibells, never be enough picky. I like when people correct me and give me advice. Let's say CB didn't know about the healing process :P
I hope you guys aren't mad at Chuck for going to LA, but I needed to do that to let him realize that since he now has a family, there are more important things in life than your job. He's rich enough to pay someone to make deals for him lol. Also, I hope I gave you the right hints about the progression of what Blair is feeling. What do you think she's hiding? I'm figuring out how to handle this properly. I mostly am inspired by myself and my experiences to write CB's issues. Who knows me is aware of how childish and stubborn I am -cough-despite I am 22-cough-, and write CB is like relive some old things, good and bad ones. Oh and the relationship issues! Okay, I probably babbled too much lol. I am happy you're enjoying this story as much as I'm happy to continue it day by day. New chapter coming soon, tomorrow I'll have my English exam, and then I'll be free to start the new one.
Take care everyone! Comments are always loved.