Chapter 9
Hey, sorry for the wait. I was on vacation, and the internet wouldn't work, no matter how much money I paid. After trying for like 3 days in a row, they refunded my money, saying it would be better to go to an internet cafe. Uh, don't have time for that! Haha, I have better stuff to do...no, I don't. I'm a loner.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
The next few years, Chuck is even bigger than his father ever was. In the early years, he made blunder after blunder, thus his need for perfection grew stronger and stronger. One good decision lifted his ego, and he played the field with stealth and agility ever since. Never had relationships and the only thing he loved was booze. Tons and tons of booze. Whenever he wasn't working, of course, which meant that he could only drink on Sundays.
The next few years, Blair is even a bigger of a bitch than her mother was. She was on speaking terms with the Astor family, was on the charity committee on the Guggenheim museum board, threw 2 debutante balls, and had spent the last two years in France in search for the perfect cup of wine.
The two successful people never met ever since that night in Blair's bedroom. They dreamed of each other. Every night. Chuck thought of her even when his faithful German Sheppard, Jacqueline Maus-which meant snicker doodle in German-was buried six feet under. Blair even thought of Chuck when Liz Smith was interviewing her.
They would meet at Nate and Vanessa's child's birthday.
"Oh, Aimee, who's a good little girl?" Blair bent down to cuddle Nate and…Vanessa's child. She had wild curly hair like her mother, and dark green eyes it almost seemed blue. Vanessa, being an expressive artist, didn't want a wedding, and settled for living together. Two years later, out pops a child.
"What's the point of getting together with someone if you need a certificate to prove you love each other? You need to let your spirit roam free, let it touch every secret place you try to conceal," Vanessa advised, slicing a piece of cherry Garcia ice cream cake for Blair, who took it, eyeing it hungrily, reluctantly asking Vanessa to take half of it back.
"You know me, still trying to fit into that Ralph Lauren cashmere dress," Blair said lightly, as she took a bite out of the slice. To tell the truth, Blair was only here because of Nate. Same with every event Serena and Dan threw. Unfortunately, both her friends' offspring both took after the Brooklynites, with Serena's son, Terry, being somber and poetic, with dark brown hair, and Aimee, a midget replica of her mother. She turned around, when she bumped into none other than Chuck Bass himself. The cold ice cream cake splayed across her chest, slopping down the collar of her low cut knot-bust blouse-which was Roberto Cavalli, by the way-and leaked down to her lavender chain pencil skirt. The people all stopped to look at them. Chuck and Blair's chests held the paper plate in place, their bodies touching. Blair didn't feel the freezing ice cream dripping all over her expensive clothes. She finally met him again, touching him. Then the plate slipped stickily down Chuck's Armani suit.
Someone laughed.
"Oh my," Nate shuffled over to him, with Aimee clinging on to his right leg. "Um, why don't I take that." He reached over to the plate, and brought it back up, to be greeted by Vanessa with fluffy white towels.
"Oh, I should've realized this would've been a mess. I'm so sorry." Vanessa handed it to a dazed Blair, while Chuck, still staring at her, said 'it's not your fault'.
Nate, trying to hold in his laughs, picked up Aimee and pulled on Vanessa's sleeve, asking where the spare clothes were.
Blair broke the gaze, wordlessly padding over to the retro 50's booth over by the stools. The leather squeaked when she sat down, and she suddenly felt self-conscious. She peered around the brownstone house. Why did her Upper East Side friends decide to move here? What was so magnetic about Brooklyn? Sure, they had nice architecture, local pigeons, an actual park- nobody in the UES had ever been on an actual swing or slide before-and monthly plays of Don't Dress for Dinner acted out by local performers at the community centre. But other than that, nothing glimmered, or shone. All shabby. Of course, Serena said it had character, with its chippings and peeling paint and the old oak rings that gives you splinters.
Chuck walked over. He never sauntered anymore. He was over the womanizing ways. However, he still had a slight shadow of a smirk wherever he went. The more mean you were, the more people feared you. And wherever fear was, respect followed. "Blair. I'm sorry for that."
Blair sat up straighter, despite the resistance she met with the friction created between her skirt and leather. Adjusting her Hermes headband, she smiled. It's alright. It was bound to happen sometime during this party."
He smiled. Still as pleasant as ever. He had to see her one more time. He had to feed his craving for her. "Uh, how about to repay for your sticky designer clothes, I take you out for dinner? This Thursday?" Blair tried to remember, her brain scrambling to get back to its sensible place. If today was a Monday, then the date would be three days from now.
She ruffled her hair, her clothes sticking to her skin uncomfortably. "Sure." She stood up, and walked away a bit unsteadily, and Chuck smiled.
He still had an effect on her.
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Teeth, check. Foundation application, check. Wardrobe, check. Manicure, check. Now, Blair had to do was not move her head too much, as the pins in her hair could fall out, and apply her makeup and put on her dress. Right then and there, Serena decided to show up at the wrong time.
"Blair, let me in. Now!" Serena's voice sounded muffled from the other side of the door. Her rapid knocks on the door were giving Blair a headache. She thought the price she had to pay-with her own money-for this Park Avenue brownstone would have thicker walls and doors.
"Geez, I'm coming! God, your son nags you, you nag me." Blair set down her family pearls, and shuffled over to the door. She opened up to a different person. Serena's long, lush hair was cut short, into the length of a grown out bob. Granted, it did look kind of chic, but Blair was not used to it. "My God, S., what did you do to yourself?" Blair hoarsely whispered. Serena rolled her eyes, and walked in, her boots clacking on the oak floors.
"Do you know how many hours I spent getting gum out of my hair? Terry is driving me crazy!" Serena laughed her twinkly one. "Oh, and I forgot to mention, I just got back from my blood test."
At that, Blair's eyes widened in shock. "You're pregnant again?!" When Serena nodded in response, Blair grabbed her arms with her Le Vernis lotus rouge coated fingernails. "S.! That's fantastic!"
Serena giggled uncontrollably. "I know! It's too soon to know if it's a girl or a boy. But, yeah, it's…fantastic. B., are those your family pearls? When did you get them from the safe?" She peered over Blair's freckle free shoulders, and rested on the black pearls on her vanity drawer.
"Yeah," Blair replied. "I'm going on a date." She glanced at the clock, and hurried in front of the mirror. Serena followed her around, examining the heels Blair was going to wear.
"Oh? With whom?" Serena flitted to Blair's closet, jam packed with designer clothes. She could not see a pair of jeans anywhere. "Someone younger? You know in college, we promised each other we would date at least one young gigolo. Wasn't it fun?" Serena reminisced.
Indeed Blair remembered. Serena applied that promise first. She dated Enzo Corrolegi, a young Italian whose father ran a very successful shipping company. He used to take them out for stuffed peppers and authentic gelato during their lunch breaks, telling them amusing stories of his travels around the world. That was, until they found out he was engaged to Slovakia's princess and was gay. Still, they had a fun time. Every now and then, Serena and Enzo would trade makeup tricks over the webcam.
"Yes, it was. Serena, you need to go." Blair's movements were more jerky, the way they got when she was nervous. She nearly tripped over Serena's camel colored shoulder bag. "I didn't even put on my pearls!" She hurriedly pushed Serena into the kitchen and slid close the glass door. "Help yourself to some ice cream." Blair teased. She then hastily strapped on her heels, and latched on her pearls. Perfect. Taking her clutch, the doorman on the intercom said scratchily that the limo was here. She glanced at the clock, 8:00pm. Right on time. "Thanks. Tell him I'll be right down." She opened the door, anxious to see what was next.
The limo pulled up at a tiny bistro tucked into a corner, lit with a few lamps overhead. It would've been scary if not for the expensive cutlery and the exclusiveness of this restaurant. The stepped out to be greeted by Chuck, holding a necklace box, slender cobalt blue velvet box, just waiting to be opened.
"Chuck," Blair's eyes were slightly suspicious and cautious. "This is La Petit Geant. Its grand opening is next week. I know because I reserved the best seat in the house for Serena and I." Blair concluded. She swiftly took the box as lady like as she could, which was hard, for you can't keep a girl from her jewelry.
"Oh? I didn't realize." Chuck smirked, and held the door open for her. It was completely dark except for the two tall scented candles in the middle of the room, set upon a table, and the lights outside. The limo had already driven away. Blair had never done well under pressure, and tripped over her own feet. Chuck offered his hand.
"Thank you. Cordon bleu est mon favori." Blair said in response. She knew Chuck would be surprised by that. She had acquired slight tan-very slight-and good sommelier skills during those two years in France. Not to mention fluent French. When Chuck pulled the chair for her, she was the one that had the surprised feeling. When had he done that before? When had anyone done that for her? Not in a long time, that's for sure.
They ordered, and stared at each other, not afraid. They soaked each other up, Chuck mesmerized by her lips, and Blair by his eyes.
"So," Chuck said hoarsely. "What have you been up to lately?"
Blair answered as if she knew he was going to ask that. "I toured the whole of France searching for the perfect cup of wine. I write for Gourmet Traveling. Oh, and last month, Liz Smith asked for my interview. It was the highlight of this whole year. The charity work must've paid off." Blair joked, although they both knew the women on the UES only entertained and did public service for a two page spread in the New York Magazine.
"You?" Blair said, although she wasn't interested. She just wanted to stare into his deep brown eyes all night.
"I just buried my German Sheppard, Jacqueline Maus, and sealed a deal with Onassis Jr. We're going to be partners." He replied.
Blair raised her wine glass, and lowered it to her mouth. Chuck's eyes turned a ravenous red, almost, and seemed to lean towards her. "Blair," he whispered, and their knees brushed from under the table. The stumbled out of their seats, and abandoned the confused waiter. Wrenching the door open impatiently, Chuck led Blair outside, and quickly dialed for the limo. They pulled at each other's clothes in the meantime, and when the limo pulled up, Blair was already unzipping.
"Where to, Mr. Bass?" The amused limo driver asked.
Chuck was about to say something when he got pulled in by a pair of slender pale arms, and a head poked up, the pins in the girl's hair sticking out. "Anywhere."
Fashion
I try to incorporate fashion in my stories as it's so important to the series. Unfortunately, the links don't work, so if you want to see what I've chosen, follow my lead!
Blair's top: Go to bergdorfgoodmandotcom. Search up Robert Cavalliblouse. Click on the black one.
Blair's skirt: Go to the same website, and search up Milly skirt. Click on the purple one.
Blair's clutch: Go to the same website, and search up Leiber twilight clutch. Click on it.
Blair's evening dress: Go to the same website. Then search for Ralph Lauren dress. Click on the one labeled Ralph Lauren Collection Twist Cashmere Dress.
Serena's bag: Go to the same website. Search up Tano hobo. Click on the one labeled Tano Secret Diservice Hobo.
Blair's nail polish: Go to the same website. Search up le vernis. Click on it, obvz…
A/N~ Hey, please review, thanks a lot.