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"What is that noise?" Blair mumbled as she felt Chuck stir next to her. It was two in the morning. All she wanted to do was sleep tucked in against his side, but a gentle consistent knock had woken her. That was saying something as she was the soundest sleeper.

"Someone is at the door," he told her as he reached for his robe as he pushed the bedcovers away. "Go back to sleep. I'll get rid of whoever it is."

She nodded as she laid back down. He kissed her forehead before he removed himself from the bed, cursing under his breath at being interrupted from the deep slumber he was enjoying. He was still suffering from his lack of sleep from their forced separation, and waking up before his beautiful girlfriend or alarm woke up was not what he had in mind for that evening.

"This had better be good, Davidson," Chuck snarled at his CFO as he stood before him.

"I think we need to walk away," Chuck's number two in command, Ric, told him as he slapped at a notebook he hand in his hands.

Chuck turned when he heard Blair shift in their bed. He was afraid his conversation was going to wake her. He snatched a room key off the front table and pushed the older man out into the hallway, allowing the door to close behind him.

"I've been running the numbers for five hours," the man explained. "We cannot possibly be profitable with the concessions we've agreed to. We'll take a large financial hit on this."

"How large?" Chuck inquired.

"In the first three years, possibly as large as five billion," the CFO explained.

"That's what I was thinking too," Chuck admitted as he rubbed his tired eyes.

"You mean you've had this thought already?" Ric inquired as he eyed Chuck curiously. He'd worked closely with Bart Bass for the better part of two decades, and saw first hand the genius his father was at business. Chuck Bass was possibly better.

"I didn't have the numbers to back my gut up, but something didn't feel right about how negotiations went. I was looking for a way to back out. Thank you for providing it to me. First thing in the morning, we'll get the team together, we'll go to the Japanese, and advise them to try and find a better deal. Let Trump have it. What's another bankruptcy to that man?"

"I'll let you get back to sleep. I'm sorry to have woken you," Ric stated. "I hope I didn't wake Ms. Waldorf."

"You didn't," he assured the man.

"Good night," Ric nodded as he walked away.

Chuck let himself back into the room and slid in beside Blair. She instantly curled herself next to him as if he had some magnetic force pulling her to him.

"Is everything okay?" she mumbled.

"Davidson was running the numbers. He wants us to back out of the deal. He has the numbers to back up what my gut was telling me," he explained as he caressed her bare shoulder softly. "Go back to sleep. We can talk about it in the morning."

She nodded against his chest as she drifted off.

"Good morning, Beautiful," Chuck grinned happily into his phone as he gave her a wake up call that morning. He had managed to slip out of the room without her usual distraction, but now he was missing the sound of her voice.

"Where are you?" Blair inquired into the phone as she looked around the room, hoping that he was merely playing one of their games. Surely he wouldn't leave her without satisfying her morning ache.

"Having breakfast with my team," he told her.

"Chuck Bass, how could you just leave me here like this!" she exclaimed.

"With great difficulty I assure you," he replied with a slight chuckle. He could practically feel the steam that was escaping from her ears in her anger. "I won't be long. We've come to an agreement within the team to walk away. We'll be breaking the news to the Japanese in less than an hour. I have the jet preparing for departure. Can you be ready to leave in four hours?"

"It's more time than I had to prepare myself to leave New York," she responded in her seductive voice. He could visualize the sexy smirk on her face.

"Don't forget to pack up that massage table," he reminded her, "I have big plans for you when we return to the penthouse, and they include that table."

"I can't wait," she responded anxiously.

"Neither can I," he added, "I'll call you when we are on our way back to the hotel."

"Promise," she requested. He'd said that to her yesterday only to have him arrive at the hotel without a call. She only knew he was on his way because another member of the team had called Eugenia to let her now where they were having dinner that evening.

"I promise," he replied, "I love you, Blair."

"I love you too," she grinned.

Blair called room service for breakfast and then began packing up her belongings along with his after she finished eating in the same suitcase, as she hadn't brought her own considering how little time she had to pack. She was amazed that she'd managed to fit all of their belongings in one designer bag. There was something oddly comforting in seeing her clothes mixed in with his in his suitcase. She knew she was being ridiculous. Their clothes were always mixed together in their closet in the penthouse.

Her phone rang suddenly, distracting her from her thought.

"Hi, Eugenia," Blair greeted Chuck's trusty assistant, "Are you all on your way back from the meeting already?"

"There is a slight change in plans," Eugenia explained.

"Did the meeting not go as Chuck had hoped?" Blair inquired as she heard an excited hesitation in Eugenia's voice.

"We told the Japanese that we were backing out of the deal, and they backed away from every demand they had gotten us to agree to since we have arrived. They really wanted this deal, but wanted to see what we would give up. Mister Bass is playing hardball right now. He's really upset that they wasted so much of his team's time. There is an agreement on the table, but we're waiting for the attorneys to draw up the contracts. It's going to take a few more hours," Eugenia explained.

"Why didn't Chuck call me himself?" she inquired.

"He's taking a walk to calm himself down. He tore apart his counterpart. I've never seen him so flush with rage. I thought for a moment that Chuck was going to hit someone," Eugenia added.

"Does he have his phone with him?" Blair inquired. She knew exactly how he could get, and she didn't want him taking out that anger on someone else. She knew how to calm him down better than anyone.

"He should," Eugenia replied, "Unless he's shattered it in anger."

"Give me five minutes," Blair requested as she hung up on Eugenia suddenly. She knew that he'd never calm down on his own. Chuck Bass did not let things that angered him go without a fight.

"Now isn't a good time, Blair," Chuck hissed into his phone.

"Now is the perfect time," she cooed seductively, "I was just getting dressed, and I realized I forgot something during my shopping spree with Eugenia yesterday."

"Blair, if you need to go shopping, you still have my card. Go get whatever you need," he rolled his eyes. He thought it was ridiculous for her to be asking his permission to shop.

"Don't you want to know what I forgot?" she replied innocently without missing a beat.

"Okay, what did you forget?" he sighed as he resigned himself to play along. She was going to keep pestering him until he did.

"I have no lingerie, Bass," she whispered darkly. She heard a slight groan escape from him and then there was a thud. She chuckled in victory as she waited for a few moments for him to recover.

"Blair," he tested his phone to see if she was still with him, having dropped the cellular device at his feet.

"Did you drop your phone?" she continued laughing.

"You cannot do things like this to me, Waldorf," he groaned in need.

"What am I going to do?" she continued to tease him, "I'll having nothing appropriate to wear on the flight home. What will your team think of me if they discover I am without my La Perlas?"

Another thud was all she heard.

"Waldorf," he tested once again.

"Did you butter up your cell phone at breakfast this morning?" she inquired.

"Please stop teasing me," he demanded.

"Not until you're in a better mood," she replied, even though she could hear in his voice that he was smiling.

"I am," he assured her.

"Good, now go celebrate your brilliant business dealings with your team, sign the damn contract and get back here to me so we can have our own little celebration," she commanded him.

"She works quick," Eugenia shrugged her shoulders as Chuck joined the gathered team members who where celebrating their hard work. His team greeted him with a well-deserved pat on the back, but he was quick to deflect their praise. They did the work; he merely closed the deal.

The lawyers came in an hour later to announce that the contracts were ready to be signed. There was a last minute attempt by the Japanese CEO to save his job, but Chuck balked at it. Anyone that wasted his precious time deserved no place in Bass Industries.

TBC. . .