So i suck... yeah, i know the last chapter totally sucked, but hey! you live and you learn. So forget everything about that weird foursome, and let's do a new one with a believable plot.
"Serena and Nate are on their way." Chuck announced, fastening the belt of his Rolex around his wrist; his hair was still damp from his shower and he hadn't combed it, making the locks fall into his eyes. "We need all the-… damn it." He hissed, pissed at the inconvenience, combing the lock away from his eye with his fingers. He sighted and looked up at her, his wrist watch in place. "We need all the support we can get."
"True, yet the real geniuses are us, obviously." Blair added, sliding up to him with her doe eye stare she had mastered all those years ago. Chuck chuckled at her confidence; it was so endearing and sexy.
She was wearing stockings and her hair up in a loose bun at the base of her neck. Her neck and shoulders were exposed with the sleeveless dress. Chuck bit his lip and fisted his hands inside his pockets.
"Chuck, are you ok?" he had whimpered out loud like a fucking bitch in heat. He didn't care, really.
He was doing that thing with his eyes, looking at her up and down, so goddamn slowly, like he was scrutinizing her naked body under a magnifying glass; she felt like a goddamn sex queen powerful goddess.
So many adjectives
"Are those stockings?" he asked innocently, with a bit of anger in his voice; she liked it.
"Yes,"
"The ones I bought you in Germany?"
"Yes," she almost hissed in pleasure.
"The ones I adore?" he pressed, coming closer to her. He knew exactly what to do to push her buttons, to make her beg. Her breathing was dangerously close to panting; she loved it.
"Yes," damn it, her voice faltered; if possible, his smirk grew.
"Turn around, Blair." He was officially invading her personal space; so close she could feel his hot breath on the tip of her nose, but he wasn't quite touching her. His gaze smoldered her bones, her toes dug into her shoes in anticipation, and she was sure her lips were trembling.
If he didn't know any better, he would think she was terrified of him. The fear consumed her every day, if she was being honest. The power he had over her was infuriating (as were 95% of the things about Chuck Bass) yet so wonderful.
The sick, masochist side of her craved it, that rush of being somewhat dominated, emotionally or physically, but the other, more vulnerable side was terrified; she knew he could break her with cruel words that only hurt coming from his perfect lips. His actions were shit to her. Every single woman he fucked, kissed, raped… they meant nothing to her, because they were nothing to him. They were equals in that sense; they were equally smart, beautiful, oblivious to their respective beauty, insecure, hypocrites with everyone whom didn't know them, and so damn devious. But when he spoke to her, she hung onto his every word.
She worshiped every time he said he loved her, because she knew that those three words, especially coming from him, weren't to take for granted. They were meant to be remembered and kept in your heart for as long as you live.
His cruel words could destroy her instantly; he was destroying himself, too, but what could you expect from a masochistic egocentric, hopelessly in love, oblivious devils?
"Are you cold, my love?" he ran his fingertips along her bare arms, nudging her to turn around.
"No," she whispered. His hips made contact with her bottom and felt his erection through those damn slacks he knew drove her mad; they were snug against his slim hips and made his ass look so damn good.
"Bend over," he commanded in her ear, placing a kiss just below the spot and running his tongue down the back of her neck. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he blew on the wet trail, making goose bumps rise in her skin. And then he felt him shift something on her dress and walk towards the elevator to greet their two blond friends.
"Chuck!" She cried out, completely baffled.
"Please tell me you guys aren't doing some kind of sexual thing," Serena begged. Nate snickered and walked past Chuck to the bar. While he fixed four martinis, Serena and Chuck got comfortable on the couch.
Blair decided two could play at this game.
She strutted into the room, an air of calmness surrounding her; Chuck was slightly impressed by it, but knew better. Sitting next to him, he could almost feel her hand coming to rest a little too high on his thigh, but instead she kept them on her lap, neatly folded.
"We have a little situation," Blair began, her face completely neutral; she wasn't ignoring him, just addressing the room in general. "Apparently, Chuck's mother has decided to make a little reappearance in his life. According to the soulless devil-,"
"Clever," Chuck commented dryly.
Blair ignored him. "…left him after birth to 'find herself'; can you imagine the nerve?"
"Very 'Kramer vs. Kramer'…" Serena muttered.
"Serena, I don't have time to correct your movie references." Blair rolled her eyes, getting back on topic. "This calls for a bit of 'fab four' plotting,"
"We're the 'non-judging Breakfast Club'!" Nate exclaimed. "I'd totally forgotten about that!"
"That's because you were probably high," Blair muttered, while the two blonds didn't quite catch it the other brunette chuckled darkly.
"That's right," Chuck began, standing to take the drinks from Nate and passing them over to the girls. Of course, his hand lingered a bit over Blair's fingers, but she still was neutral to him. This bothered him. More aggressive efforts were going to have to be put in motion.
"Do we have a background check?" Blair snapped at him, all business and sparkling eyes. When she plotted was the most beautiful thing to him. Chuck handed her a manila envelope with a sweet smile, so unlike him his face actually hurt from doing it.
"What's with the creepy face, Chuck? Gee, you look like the Joker." Blair smirked, patting Serena on the back with a nod. Chuck grimaced and finished his drink while Blair read the dossier in silence.
"Lived in Switzerland for the past 18 years, works as the manager of a pencil's factory, forty three years old, no plastic surgeries…" Blair ratted off facts. "Right, and I grocery shop,"
"Blair," Chuck's voice was cold and harsh, so cold that Blair looked up at him in surprise. He didn't like her talking about her mother, even if he didn't know her and was plotting against her. Blair had crossed a line.
"What, am I not allowed to have an opinion on a complete stranger?" she raised her eyebrows in a way that meant to be intimidating.
Chuck ignored it. "She's my mother."
"She left you," each word cut through him like glass, making him stand and glare at her.
"There are boundaries, Blair, boundaries which you are trespassing."
The trust they had was something they had worked on for years. She knew she could make any comment about anyone, he was her best friend and she could tell him anything, criticize anyone's obviously fake tits or handbag... But when she said something like that, so cruel and careless, and about his mother, no less, it hurt him more than he would ever admit. On some level, Chuck felt love for the woman, not like he loved Blair, or how he loved his adoptive family, this love felt natural and he felt unashamed of it.
"I am simply telling you the truth. She left you, she didn't want you…"
"Enough!" Blair's heart jumped into her throat and for a nauseating second, she thought he would hit her. She felt the anger rise inside her, knowing he was defending a complete stranger this easily, when it took him so long to be this defensive for her.
Yes, she was jealous and angry.
"I did a background check and a DNA test. She is my mother, it is a fact. Yes, she left me, but she's back, Blair." He didn't want to tell her the depth of his feelings just yet, even if he did trust Nate and Serena, this side of him was for him and Blair only. "So keep your comments to yourself."
Blair fumed, embarrassed in front of her friends by her boyfriend. "You know what? I don't feel like plotting. Obviously, you 'love' this person too much to destroy her, as she deserves. I can't believe you defend her so fervently, whilst me, you girlfriend, is worried sick about your wellbeing and people taking advantage of you! Are you really that dense, Chuck? I can see it!"
"This isn't about you!" Nate almost screamed from across the room, startling everyone, even himself. "You may find this hard to believe, but this isn't about your feelings or thoughts or relationship issues, this is about Chuck. If you really loved him you would stay and help instead of whining like a little brat. Let's do what Chuck wants, no discussions."
There was a silence. Chuck was in disbelief, but proud, Serena was itching to mount Nate for his braveness, and Blair felt pure rage boil beneath her.
"Now here's the plan…"
Chuck lit up a cigarette, sipping his scotch slowly, looking around the room in his usual calm manner.
A beautiful woman walked in the restaurant Chuck was slowly sipping his scotch in, she sat next to him, looking at him innocently but in a way Chuck knew it wasn't all that innocent.
"Excuse me," his voice was smooth, with years of practice and more than a little buzz. "I couldn't help but notice you,"
"Oh," she fluttered her fake eyelashes and smiled sheepishly.
Chuck almost scoffed out loud at her. "You work in the front desk, from 5 to 9 pm, and your name is Annabelle." His smirk was light and boyish, making Annabelle thighs clench and her cheeks flush.
"And you are?" she had a sweet Southern accent and deep blue eyes. Chuck almost felt bad, but quickly resumed his role.
"I'm Chuck Bass." He took her dainty hand and kissed it, smelling her cheap, but pleasant perfume.
After two Cosmopolitans the Annabelle's purse was forgotten on the bar next to her. Chuck had her completely enthralled with a tale of his escapades in Europe while backpacking in the deep Spanish forests. All lies, but perfectly believable.
Just as Annabelle finished her third Cosmopolitan, she threw her head back, laughing at something her handsome date had said, Blair Waldorf slid on the bar stool beside her, dressed in a tight black dress, no stockings and deep red pumps. The dress hugged her every curve in a way that made Chuck almost forget this whole thing and defile the restaurant's bathroom door.
"So my mother tells me, 'you have to get a real job and get married, blah, blah, blah' so I tell her I have a job offer here in NY." Who says NY? Christ, Chuck thought in tired bewilderment. "And here I am."
Blair's red nails sunk into the cheap leather of Annabelle's handbag with a grimace, just as Chuck leaned in to say seductively, "So you're here." He locked eyes with Blair for two seconds, both lovers sharing an intense look before going back to the task at hand.
"I love this city, it's so alive, all the time, you know?" Annabelle kept on going, oblivious to everything but Chuck's eyes. "Have you always lived here?"
This truly exhausted him, even if in that moment it was a plot and he was acting. The whole 'getting to know you' routine was something that never appealed to him. Blair knew him his whole life, and every woman he fucked either didn't speak English, already knew him or just didn't care. He never felt the need for this bull. But he plastered a fake smile and answered pleasantly. "All my life, both my parents, too. Love it here." He threw in a wink and leaned closed to her.
Blair's blood boiled as he paid attention to the Southern bimbo while she was wearing her new Vera Wang LBD. She knew she looked good, her ass was magnificent in that dress, and her cleavage was seriously rocking.
It's a plot, B, she reminded herself as she prepared to leave in an inconspicuous way.
Annabelle chuckled just as Blair retrieved the key and the security pass quickly, returning the purse to its rightful place.
No one saw a thing.
Blair slid past Chuck with a smirk and a wandering hand, making Chuck hiss and Annabelle gasp. She couldn't let that idiot get her hopes up.
"That is my man, bitch" Blair muttered as she exited the place.
Chuck smiled sheepishly and stood. "That's my cue,"
"What?" Annabelle was alarmed that this stranger seemed to give her all of the 'right signals' and yet left her high and dry.
Chuck knew how she felt, used and confused, so he gave her a lingering kiss on her cheek, knowing Blair was going to have him by the balls, but knowing he needed to tie this loose end. He knew the results of a woman's rage. "Goodbye,"
Annabelle left five minutes after Chuck floating in happiness. Even if he had completely blown her off by an unidentified woman, she was pampered by his attention, not that bitch.
Across the street, the non-judging Breakfast club entered the Lucierne Hotel, the hotel where Annabelle was the Receptionist. Annabelle, a sweet, naïve southern girl that happened to be the niece of the owned and had in her possession a house keeping key; a key that opened the 700 hotel rooms in the Hotel; the Hotel in which Evelyn Bass was staying in.
Catch my drift?
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