The Scoop- Chapter One
When did his life become this fucked up? For a time everything had seemed all right but of late, he just couldn’t be happy. How could te be when te found yourself married to Serena furgone, van der Woodsen?
Chuck shook his head in annoyance while he picked out a suit giacca for dinner. If he wasn’t impeccably dressed, Serena would of course be bitching at him again. She seemed to get her kicks mostly for making his life a living hell. He would divorce her in a heartbeat, but now was just not the time. He had just regained control of basso Industries and he couldn’t afford to let anything detain him from reaching his goal.
He had never loved Serena, but of course his father had pressured him into marrying her. And whatever his father asked, he found himself doing. Not because he wanted too, but for the reason that he wanted his father to be proud of him for once in his life. That had never happened though. Bart basso would never be proud of the son he had and that sucked. No matter what he did, it was never enough.
He secured his cufflinks before straightening his tie while looking at his reflection in the mirror. At one time he had considered himself handsome and he still did to a certain degree, but the years with Serena had taken a toll on him. Not so much a physical appearance, but mainly an emotional one. The cagna was out to get him.
Serena was beautiful, but that was almost a curse. The beautiful and completely unattainable wife. If her father and his father weren’t so close he would have dumped her culo a long time ago. Thirty years old. He couldn’t believe that was his age. Mainly because lately he had been feeling so much older.
He sighed as he put on his purple suit jacket. He still loved purple, he had ever since he had been a teenager. A smirk crossed his face at that thought. Serena hated him in purple and he was going to wear it just to goad her. That wasn’t smart but he was feeling reckless. He missed his days of teenager youth where he had been able to do anything that his cuore desired.
Just as he was about to descend the stairs, a voice called out, “Chuck!!!”
Her voice just about pierced through his soul and if there was one thing that Chuck basso knew, it was that he was going to have to get the fuck out of here tonight before his pain in the culo wife drove him to his death.
XOXO
He walked down the plush carpet of the stairs very slowly only to grate on her nerves more. “You beckoned me?”
Serena gave him an irritated glance before returning her attention to the dining room table. “You’re late. We’re having a cena party tonight, remember?”
He glanced at her and he had to admit that she looked like a Grecian Goddess. The long flowing blond hair topped with the spectacular white dress, and not to mention her lithe body. But that did nothing for him anymore partly because he knew the real Serena, the one that she showed no one, but him. She reserved the total cagna only for him. Then her words dawned on him and he managed to choke out, “Dinner party? What the hell are te talking about?”
She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him like he was a petulant child. “Don’t tell me te forgot. te did, didn’t you?”
Her tone instantly put him on edge and he ripped off his tie and threw it on the floor. “I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, S. With basso Industries finally back on top, there is just so much added work and I can’t remember everything that te tell me. te talk nonstop and most of the time, I just try to tune te out.”
“Fuck you,” she snarled.
“Nice mouth.” He picked his tie off the floor and put in back in his giacca pocket.
“Shut up,” she snapped before setting places around the table. She glanced over at him again and shook her head in disgust. “Why do te always wear fucking purple when te know that I hate it?”
Chuck stalked over to her. “Maybe it’s because I know te hate it and I Amore making te mad.” He whispered into her ear.
Serena whirled around and sposta away from him as quick as possible. He smirked at her reaction to him, he really had no idea why she had married him in the first place. She obviously despised him like he did with her. When he saw that she was still setting places around the table, he felt his temper begin to rise. “Serena, I’m really did forget about the cena party but I’m not going to it. I’m tired and I’m not in the mood for any of your shit with te o your friends.”
“Do te have something better to do, Chuck?”
“Actually I do.”
“Cancel all of your plans because te are going to be attending this party that I’m hosting. I’ve already told all of the society girls that te will be attending and how would it look if te backed out of it now?”
He placed a hand over his aching forehead. “I’m not going, Serena. And don’t tell me what to do?”
“What are te going to do then?”
“I’m going out.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You’re going to fuck another one of your whores? Don’t te think I know about that?”
“Well I guess that te would Serena since I don’t bother being discreet about it.”
A perfect tear slid down one of her cheeks and he had to fight the urge not to laugh. It was all completely orchestrated to make him feel bad, but this time he wasn’t going to buy into it.
“Serena te know that I don’t Amore te just like I know that te don’t Amore me. Why wouldn’t I go out to seek female attention from somewhere else?”
She wiped away the tear angrily. “I do hate you, but can’t te not fuck other people while we’re married? It wouldn’t look good if someone found out.”
“That’s the sad part. te don’t even care if I’m with someone else, te only care how it’s going to look if someone else were to find out. Our whole marriage is a sham and I don’t want to spend another minuto with te when I don’t have too. Why wouldn’t I go and fuck someone else?”
“You’re disgusting.” She spat.
“It’s better with someone else than it would ever be with you.” With that parting shot, he wrenched the front door open and went to find an available woman for the night. He needed a shot of scotch and a nice, willing woman to keep his side of the letto warm. Not particularly in that order but it would be necessary that the woman didn’t have blond hair. He preferred brunettes now a day’s più than anything else.
XOXO
As Blair Waldorf walked into the editor’s office the successivo day, she knew that Bill had a big scoop for her. She could tell da just looking at his face. He looked like a pile of oro had just fallen in his lap and perhaps it had.
She smoothed a hand down the long flowing locks of her hair before taking a sede, sedile beside his desk. “Do te have a story for me, Bill?”
She looked around at his scrivania, reception which had things overflowing on it at an alarming rate. Pencils, pens, paper, folders, stacks of tips, messages, and whatever else te could think of were laying hap hazardously all over the desk. That was a clue in itself. Bill’s scrivania, reception was always pristine so something big had to be happening.
His eyes appeared to almost been bulging out of his head which was no different from usual. “I have an amazing piece for te to write, Waldorf.”
Her curiosity was instantly piqued. “What is it?”
“First, it’s just not a story, it’s più of a book Scrivere assignment. Are te up to it?”
A corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing grin and she knew that he thought she would immediately agree to it. “You know that I am always up for anything Bill, but I need a little information first. te want me to write a book? I’m not going to be able to be a reporter anymore then because as te know Scrivere a solid book takes months to complete. It’s hours and hours of hard work.”
He nodded his head while he thrust his feet on superiore, in alto of the scrivania, reception upsetting the piles of papers. “I know that Waldorf, and while I hate to lose te here, te are definitely our best writer here and I know that I can trust te to get the assignment done. te are just so meticulous with details, your Scrivere is almost perfect, and I couldn’t think of anyone else better for this job. What do te think?”
She pondered the task at hand. “I think I would be up to it of course if I’m interested in it. There is nothing più annoying than being bored with the task at hand, and I won’t waste your time if it doesn’t interest me. What is the assignment?”
“Do te know a Chuck Bass?”
“Not really. Only da his name but then again everyone knows that name because of all the trouble that basso Industries has been having.”
Bill shook his head. “Not anymore. Chuck basso has entirely turned around basso Industries. We all know that it was a fledging business after Bart basso died, but he has revolutionized it. It’s a success again and I want te to find out how he did it. Everyone is interested as to how he could do this. There is a bigger story then what he is letting on to.”
Blair chewed on her lower lip while she thought of everything that he had said. Against her better judgment she was interested in doing this. “Would he agree to be interviewed da me a couple times so that I could actually get enough information to write this book?”
He grimaced. “That’s the thing Blair, and I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about it. te wouldn’t be interviewing him. You’re actually going to have to live with him for a few months while te observe the environment in which he lives. It will only help te write the book faster, and then te will be able to go to basso Industries and see how everything runs. We need someone to tell this story Waldorf, and te are the person that I trust the most.”
Her mouth dropped opened in amusement. “Are te freaking crazy? Why would I go live with Chuck basso for months? And isn’t he married to some very rich socialite?”
“Yes, his is, but from what I hear he’s been unhappy for a very long time. That’s the other reason that te have to sposta in with him while te do this Blair because I want te to observe their marriage also. This is basically going to be a biography on Chuck basso and how he’s made a name for himself. I want all the details on his company, his childhood, but maybe most importantly his marriage.”
“Don’t be so sure that I am going to take this on yet, Bill,” she detto while giving him a hard glare. “And why would te want me to focus più on his marriage than other areas of his life?”
“I want te to do whatever will sell the absolute most copies of a book like this. And the idea is oro because we’ve already gotten the publisher’s okay and he hasn’t even seen a book yet o anything. This is something that people want to know. Everyone that knows about the Basses wants to know how basso turned the whole company around. It was basically dead and I can tell there is a big story to it.”
“Has he agreed to let me stay at his home while I gather the information for the book?”
Bill turned even più squeamish. “Nobody has contacted him yet. I thought I would leave that up to you.”
She nodded. “Of course te did.” A sudden smile came across her face. “Alright, arrange a meeting today with him and I will fill him in on everything.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I knew that te would be the only one we could even consider for this job.”
“Don’t thank me yet. If there is one thing I have heard about Chuck Bass, it’s about what a bastard he is. I’m going to be in for the longest months of my life with him around.”
XOXO
Later that day, Blair walked into Chuck Bass’s private office at basso Industries. She finally got a good look at him as he was riffling through papers on his desk. She stood da the doorway while he continued to hurriedly sign things off and place them in a box on his desk. She noticed the way his eyebrows drew deep together when something happened that he didn’t quite like. He was a very handsome man and she hadn’t expected that. Blair had thought she would encounter a portly and chain smoking man, and instead she found herself almost face to face with someone who looked like they just stepped off the cover of GQ. That didn’t matter though, she was only here to do a job.
She knocked twice lightly on the door before stepping inside his office. “What the fuck do te want?” he asked without even glancing up.
A small grin tipped the corners of her mouth. He was obviously in a very grouchy mood. “I’m Blair Waldorf and I have an appointment with you, Mr. Bass.”
His head immediately popped up and his eyes leered down her body as he took in her knee length black gonna and blouse. His eyes finally reached her face and he appeared to like what he saw, but soon enough his eyes turned icy again. He waved her towards one of the chairs da his desk.
Blair gladly took a sede, sedile and just stared at him, taking in his appearance. She had to admit that she liked what she saw.
When she detto nothing else, he snapped, “What is it that te want?”
She glanced down at his scrivania, reception and it was piled with mountains of papers, and she realized how busy he must be. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I won’t take too much of your time.”
“Well?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m a reporter for the New York Times.”
Before she could even finish, he threaded a hand through his hair and muttered, “Fuck! I hate reporters.”
She looked at him in amusement. “I’ll try not to take offense.” A small smile came over his face, but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. “Like I said, I’m a reporter but I’ve always been più of an author. My editor came to me today with an idea and it requires Scrivere a book and I agreed to do it. I’ve always loved Scrivere literature più than just Scrivere snippets of a news story.”
He arched an eyebrow in confusion. “That’s all very nice, but what the hell does it have to do with me, Waldorf did te say?” She nodded.
“Oh, did I fail to mention that I’m Scrivere a book about your life? A biography of sorts.”
His mouth dropped open a little and he looked aghast. “Are te fucking serious? You’re Scrivere a book about me?”
She pulled her borsa tighter in her lap before she felt the need to avvolgere it around his neck and strangle him with it. He was being obtuse on purpose. “I am quite serious I assure you, Mr. Bass. I am Scrivere a book about how te regained control of basso Industries and how te made it what it is right now, some details about your childhood, and of course some of your private life would be included too.”
He tapped a hand on his scrivania, reception as he looked her right in the eyes. A strange heat seemed to be flooding through him. “I’m not known for beating around the cespuglio, bush so I’ll just come out and say it. Why are te coming to me and telling me about this? Don’t te authors just usually write your libri without bothering the subject?”
“You make it sound like you’re a king o something.”
He winked at her. “I am a king of sorts.”
Blair rolled her eyes. “Not to me, you’re not, but there is nothing wrong with your ego is there?”
He ignored her question. “Answer my question.”
“Mr. Bass…” she began but she didn’t get very far until Chuck interrupted.
“Chuck.”
“Excuse me?”
“Call me Chuck. I hate being addressed da Mr. basso unless it’s da some of my colleagues.”
“Mr. Bass.” She started again and noticed the grin that came over his face as she didn’t listen to his instructions. “I want to tell te that te can’t just order me around. I’m not one of your employees who te can treat like shit and just expect me to bend at the knees and honor every one of your wishes. I will never do that.”
“What is it that te want, Blair?”
The use of her first name bothered her, but she didn’t let that on. “I need to conduct several interviews with te so I can get the facts for the basis of the book.”
“Fine.” He agreed tiredly.
“I’m not done just yet. I also need to sposta in your house with you.”
“What the fuck? Are te some crazy stalker o something?”
A laugh escaped her throat. “No, I’m not.” She wiped tears of mirth from her face, she was laughing so hard. “It’s purely for the story.”
He reached across his scrivania, reception to stroke her arm. “Are te sure it’s just not for the fact that te want to live with me? And get to know me.”
She gave him a stop in your tracks unless te want to die look and his hand dropped from her arm. “It’s for entirely business reasons. I need to observe the environment in which te live so that I can write the best possible book there is. I want to do this right and that’s all.”
Chuck leaned back in his scrivania, reception chair and regarded her carefully over the superiore, in alto of his fingers which were laced together over the desk. “No.”
“Why not? Give me one good reason.”
“Because I detto so. That’s reason enough.
“Not for me.”
Chuck gave her a calculating look. “I will admit that te do intrigue me, but I don’t want to have a book written about me. I don’t need any più drama o interference in my life right now. I get enough of that shit at home.”
Blair carefully leaned inoltrare, avanti a placed a hand over his. The heat spread across her palm and nestled in the lower region of her body. She didn’t like the reaction that she got when she touched him. He looked surprised but closed his hand on superiore, in alto of hers and slowly rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. They shared a look, and it shocked him. In the six years that he had been married to Serena, this had never happened with her, and here he was holding hands with a woman he had met twenty minuti ago.
“Please?” She gripped his hand harder.
“I detto no.” Chuck’s thumb continued to graze over the palm of her hand.
“Chuck, it’s not going to be as bad as te think. I would interview te for various topics that I needed te for and te would have the final say so, and te would be the one to approve the book. And think of what it could do for basso Industries. Once people read this book it will give te even più business and you’ll become più famous then te are right now. Everyone will know the story of how the great Chuck basso rose to fame and saved his father’s company. Don’t te want that story to be told?”
He thought about it and Blair pulled her hand back from his. She gave him a shy smile. This woman intrigued him and he didn’t know why. He wanted to get to know her better and maybe in time even have sex with her. No one could say no to him, but she looked liked she could prove to be a challenge and he needed that in his life right now. That was ultimately what he made him say, “Alright, but you’re going to be the one to explain this to my wife.”
“Let’s go.” She had already picked up her borsa and was out the door.
XOXO
“Nice car.” She commentato as he got onto the freeway and headed back home.
He smirked. “I wouldn’t call a Ferrari just nice, Blair. It’s più than that.”
She looked at him and smoothed her hand over the genuine leather. The smoothness of it brought a smile to her face. “I’m not like you. I wasn’t raised with money and I certainly wasn’t a typical Upper East Sidder. But I think nice is a word that describes this car perfectly.”
Chuck watched the traffic on the road before turning to glance at her. “You didn’t come from money?”
“No, I didn’t.”
That only made him like her more. He decided to change the subject. “Are te married o do te have a boyfriend?”
Blair chuckled. “Getting personal already, are we?” When he detto nothing, she continued, “I broke up with my long term boyfriend a few months ago, but since then I haven’t been with anybody else.”
“Tell me about it.”
“There’s not much to tell. He’s actually an employee of yours. Dan Humphrey. We dated for four years and he cheated on me every chance he got, and I finally had enough. We’re still Friends though. It wasn’t malicious o anything, he just can’t help himself. It’s probably a lot like te with women and sex.”
His head whipped around at that. “You really know nothing about me.”
“I plan to find out, Bass. That’s what I’m here for.”
“Are we back to last names, again?”
“That’s up to you.”
He gnawed on his lip. “I don’t want to argue with you, I get that enough from my wife who I absolutely detest.”
Blair gave him a quizzical look. “Why did te marry her? Did te ever Amore her?”
His hands tightened on the steering wheel and his knuckles started to turn white. “I thought that I did at one time, but I really don’t think I ever did. It was something that I was pushed into and I don’t really like to talk about it. One giorno I’ll tell te the true reason I married her, but that’s a story for another day. But now I fucking hate her.” He finally realized what he had detto and a glacial look came over his face. “And that better not go in that fucking book of yours.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Chuck tapped a hand on his leg impatiently. “She’s going to be infuriated about te having to live with us. Be prepared, it’s just a little warning.”
“Don’t te worry, I can handle anything that she throws at me.”
XOXO
As soon as they entered the living room, Serena rounded on them. “Who the hell is she? Are te actually bringing your whores home now?”
He grabbed Blair’s arm and muttered an apology, but she waved him off and walked over to Serena. She held out her hand. “I’m Blair Waldorf, and I know that te don’t know anything about me, but I am the furthest thing from a whore, and I don’t think your husband would appreciate te talking to him like that.” She turned around and smiled at him.
“That’s none of your fucking business, and I don’t give a shit who te are.” Serena snarled.
Blair nodded, like she was talking to a complacent child. “Alright, this is not going to be easy. I went to see Chuck this afternoon because I’m Scrivere a book about him and basso Industries, and I’m going to be living with te for the successivo few months because I need to observe the daily going ons in his life to make this book the most realistic and real that it can be. Is that going to be alright with you?”
Serena thrust her face closer to Blair’s. “Is this a joke? Because if it is, it’s not funny at all.”
He lightly touched Serena’s arm but she jerked out of his grasp. “This is really happening, S. I mean, I objected at first but it will lead to even più publicity for basso Industries and that can’t be a bad thing, right?”
Serena looked aghast. “I don’t believe this. Well, actually I almost do. te always did anything te could to annoy me, Chuck.”
Blair stepped forward. “I’m not going to be in your way o anything. I’m just here to gather the required information for the book, and then I’ll be gone.”
Serena glanced between both of them. “Is there something going on between the two of you?”
Chuck opened his mouth to speak, but closed it quickly. He didn’t know what to say, but Blair appeared too. “Of course not! We just met today for God’s sake, and he’s a married man. I would never do anything with him. That’s a little insulting.”
Serena shook her head. “You may have not thought of it, but I assure that my husband has. And it doesn’t matter in the least that he’s married. It’s never stopped him before.” She threw one più hateful glance at him. “Just the both of te stay out of my way, and everything will be fine.”
Blair grabbed Serena’s arm and turned her around in a hurry. “Listen, te know nothing about me, but te don’t want to fuck with me. And maybe you’re the one that should stay out of my way since I’m here to work.” She quickly glanced at him only to see a shocked look on his face. She would guess that no one had ever stood up to Serena before. “Do te even have a job? No, don’t even answer that. I have to go and get my materials and the stuff that I need for a few months, but I will be back. And I suggest that te not be anywhere near here when I get back. We’re obviously not going to get along.”
She stamped to the door, and threw it open, quietly closing it behind her. A flash of amusement crossed his face. Blair Waldorf was something. It was going to be a very interesting summer. No one had every shocked Serena so much because she was still wearing that face of amazement. He liked that. He was actually beginning to like Blair a little too much, and that could cause a lot of trouble that he did not need.
To Be Continued…
A/N: This might just be another crazy idea, but I am going to run with it. Anyone interested in it?
When did his life become this fucked up? For a time everything had seemed all right but of late, he just couldn’t be happy. How could te be when te found yourself married to Serena furgone, van der Woodsen?
Chuck shook his head in annoyance while he picked out a suit giacca for dinner. If he wasn’t impeccably dressed, Serena would of course be bitching at him again. She seemed to get her kicks mostly for making his life a living hell. He would divorce her in a heartbeat, but now was just not the time. He had just regained control of basso Industries and he couldn’t afford to let anything detain him from reaching his goal.
He had never loved Serena, but of course his father had pressured him into marrying her. And whatever his father asked, he found himself doing. Not because he wanted too, but for the reason that he wanted his father to be proud of him for once in his life. That had never happened though. Bart basso would never be proud of the son he had and that sucked. No matter what he did, it was never enough.
He secured his cufflinks before straightening his tie while looking at his reflection in the mirror. At one time he had considered himself handsome and he still did to a certain degree, but the years with Serena had taken a toll on him. Not so much a physical appearance, but mainly an emotional one. The cagna was out to get him.
Serena was beautiful, but that was almost a curse. The beautiful and completely unattainable wife. If her father and his father weren’t so close he would have dumped her culo a long time ago. Thirty years old. He couldn’t believe that was his age. Mainly because lately he had been feeling so much older.
He sighed as he put on his purple suit jacket. He still loved purple, he had ever since he had been a teenager. A smirk crossed his face at that thought. Serena hated him in purple and he was going to wear it just to goad her. That wasn’t smart but he was feeling reckless. He missed his days of teenager youth where he had been able to do anything that his cuore desired.
Just as he was about to descend the stairs, a voice called out, “Chuck!!!”
Her voice just about pierced through his soul and if there was one thing that Chuck basso knew, it was that he was going to have to get the fuck out of here tonight before his pain in the culo wife drove him to his death.
XOXO
He walked down the plush carpet of the stairs very slowly only to grate on her nerves more. “You beckoned me?”
Serena gave him an irritated glance before returning her attention to the dining room table. “You’re late. We’re having a cena party tonight, remember?”
He glanced at her and he had to admit that she looked like a Grecian Goddess. The long flowing blond hair topped with the spectacular white dress, and not to mention her lithe body. But that did nothing for him anymore partly because he knew the real Serena, the one that she showed no one, but him. She reserved the total cagna only for him. Then her words dawned on him and he managed to choke out, “Dinner party? What the hell are te talking about?”
She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him like he was a petulant child. “Don’t tell me te forgot. te did, didn’t you?”
Her tone instantly put him on edge and he ripped off his tie and threw it on the floor. “I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, S. With basso Industries finally back on top, there is just so much added work and I can’t remember everything that te tell me. te talk nonstop and most of the time, I just try to tune te out.”
“Fuck you,” she snarled.
“Nice mouth.” He picked his tie off the floor and put in back in his giacca pocket.
“Shut up,” she snapped before setting places around the table. She glanced over at him again and shook her head in disgust. “Why do te always wear fucking purple when te know that I hate it?”
Chuck stalked over to her. “Maybe it’s because I know te hate it and I Amore making te mad.” He whispered into her ear.
Serena whirled around and sposta away from him as quick as possible. He smirked at her reaction to him, he really had no idea why she had married him in the first place. She obviously despised him like he did with her. When he saw that she was still setting places around the table, he felt his temper begin to rise. “Serena, I’m really did forget about the cena party but I’m not going to it. I’m tired and I’m not in the mood for any of your shit with te o your friends.”
“Do te have something better to do, Chuck?”
“Actually I do.”
“Cancel all of your plans because te are going to be attending this party that I’m hosting. I’ve already told all of the society girls that te will be attending and how would it look if te backed out of it now?”
He placed a hand over his aching forehead. “I’m not going, Serena. And don’t tell me what to do?”
“What are te going to do then?”
“I’m going out.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You’re going to fuck another one of your whores? Don’t te think I know about that?”
“Well I guess that te would Serena since I don’t bother being discreet about it.”
A perfect tear slid down one of her cheeks and he had to fight the urge not to laugh. It was all completely orchestrated to make him feel bad, but this time he wasn’t going to buy into it.
“Serena te know that I don’t Amore te just like I know that te don’t Amore me. Why wouldn’t I go out to seek female attention from somewhere else?”
She wiped away the tear angrily. “I do hate you, but can’t te not fuck other people while we’re married? It wouldn’t look good if someone found out.”
“That’s the sad part. te don’t even care if I’m with someone else, te only care how it’s going to look if someone else were to find out. Our whole marriage is a sham and I don’t want to spend another minuto with te when I don’t have too. Why wouldn’t I go and fuck someone else?”
“You’re disgusting.” She spat.
“It’s better with someone else than it would ever be with you.” With that parting shot, he wrenched the front door open and went to find an available woman for the night. He needed a shot of scotch and a nice, willing woman to keep his side of the letto warm. Not particularly in that order but it would be necessary that the woman didn’t have blond hair. He preferred brunettes now a day’s più than anything else.
XOXO
As Blair Waldorf walked into the editor’s office the successivo day, she knew that Bill had a big scoop for her. She could tell da just looking at his face. He looked like a pile of oro had just fallen in his lap and perhaps it had.
She smoothed a hand down the long flowing locks of her hair before taking a sede, sedile beside his desk. “Do te have a story for me, Bill?”
She looked around at his scrivania, reception which had things overflowing on it at an alarming rate. Pencils, pens, paper, folders, stacks of tips, messages, and whatever else te could think of were laying hap hazardously all over the desk. That was a clue in itself. Bill’s scrivania, reception was always pristine so something big had to be happening.
His eyes appeared to almost been bulging out of his head which was no different from usual. “I have an amazing piece for te to write, Waldorf.”
Her curiosity was instantly piqued. “What is it?”
“First, it’s just not a story, it’s più of a book Scrivere assignment. Are te up to it?”
A corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing grin and she knew that he thought she would immediately agree to it. “You know that I am always up for anything Bill, but I need a little information first. te want me to write a book? I’m not going to be able to be a reporter anymore then because as te know Scrivere a solid book takes months to complete. It’s hours and hours of hard work.”
He nodded his head while he thrust his feet on superiore, in alto of the scrivania, reception upsetting the piles of papers. “I know that Waldorf, and while I hate to lose te here, te are definitely our best writer here and I know that I can trust te to get the assignment done. te are just so meticulous with details, your Scrivere is almost perfect, and I couldn’t think of anyone else better for this job. What do te think?”
She pondered the task at hand. “I think I would be up to it of course if I’m interested in it. There is nothing più annoying than being bored with the task at hand, and I won’t waste your time if it doesn’t interest me. What is the assignment?”
“Do te know a Chuck Bass?”
“Not really. Only da his name but then again everyone knows that name because of all the trouble that basso Industries has been having.”
Bill shook his head. “Not anymore. Chuck basso has entirely turned around basso Industries. We all know that it was a fledging business after Bart basso died, but he has revolutionized it. It’s a success again and I want te to find out how he did it. Everyone is interested as to how he could do this. There is a bigger story then what he is letting on to.”
Blair chewed on her lower lip while she thought of everything that he had said. Against her better judgment she was interested in doing this. “Would he agree to be interviewed da me a couple times so that I could actually get enough information to write this book?”
He grimaced. “That’s the thing Blair, and I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about it. te wouldn’t be interviewing him. You’re actually going to have to live with him for a few months while te observe the environment in which he lives. It will only help te write the book faster, and then te will be able to go to basso Industries and see how everything runs. We need someone to tell this story Waldorf, and te are the person that I trust the most.”
Her mouth dropped opened in amusement. “Are te freaking crazy? Why would I go live with Chuck basso for months? And isn’t he married to some very rich socialite?”
“Yes, his is, but from what I hear he’s been unhappy for a very long time. That’s the other reason that te have to sposta in with him while te do this Blair because I want te to observe their marriage also. This is basically going to be a biography on Chuck basso and how he’s made a name for himself. I want all the details on his company, his childhood, but maybe most importantly his marriage.”
“Don’t be so sure that I am going to take this on yet, Bill,” she detto while giving him a hard glare. “And why would te want me to focus più on his marriage than other areas of his life?”
“I want te to do whatever will sell the absolute most copies of a book like this. And the idea is oro because we’ve already gotten the publisher’s okay and he hasn’t even seen a book yet o anything. This is something that people want to know. Everyone that knows about the Basses wants to know how basso turned the whole company around. It was basically dead and I can tell there is a big story to it.”
“Has he agreed to let me stay at his home while I gather the information for the book?”
Bill turned even più squeamish. “Nobody has contacted him yet. I thought I would leave that up to you.”
She nodded. “Of course te did.” A sudden smile came across her face. “Alright, arrange a meeting today with him and I will fill him in on everything.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I knew that te would be the only one we could even consider for this job.”
“Don’t thank me yet. If there is one thing I have heard about Chuck Bass, it’s about what a bastard he is. I’m going to be in for the longest months of my life with him around.”
XOXO
Later that day, Blair walked into Chuck Bass’s private office at basso Industries. She finally got a good look at him as he was riffling through papers on his desk. She stood da the doorway while he continued to hurriedly sign things off and place them in a box on his desk. She noticed the way his eyebrows drew deep together when something happened that he didn’t quite like. He was a very handsome man and she hadn’t expected that. Blair had thought she would encounter a portly and chain smoking man, and instead she found herself almost face to face with someone who looked like they just stepped off the cover of GQ. That didn’t matter though, she was only here to do a job.
She knocked twice lightly on the door before stepping inside his office. “What the fuck do te want?” he asked without even glancing up.
A small grin tipped the corners of her mouth. He was obviously in a very grouchy mood. “I’m Blair Waldorf and I have an appointment with you, Mr. Bass.”
His head immediately popped up and his eyes leered down her body as he took in her knee length black gonna and blouse. His eyes finally reached her face and he appeared to like what he saw, but soon enough his eyes turned icy again. He waved her towards one of the chairs da his desk.
Blair gladly took a sede, sedile and just stared at him, taking in his appearance. She had to admit that she liked what she saw.
When she detto nothing else, he snapped, “What is it that te want?”
She glanced down at his scrivania, reception and it was piled with mountains of papers, and she realized how busy he must be. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I won’t take too much of your time.”
“Well?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m a reporter for the New York Times.”
Before she could even finish, he threaded a hand through his hair and muttered, “Fuck! I hate reporters.”
She looked at him in amusement. “I’ll try not to take offense.” A small smile came over his face, but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. “Like I said, I’m a reporter but I’ve always been più of an author. My editor came to me today with an idea and it requires Scrivere a book and I agreed to do it. I’ve always loved Scrivere literature più than just Scrivere snippets of a news story.”
He arched an eyebrow in confusion. “That’s all very nice, but what the hell does it have to do with me, Waldorf did te say?” She nodded.
“Oh, did I fail to mention that I’m Scrivere a book about your life? A biography of sorts.”
His mouth dropped open a little and he looked aghast. “Are te fucking serious? You’re Scrivere a book about me?”
She pulled her borsa tighter in her lap before she felt the need to avvolgere it around his neck and strangle him with it. He was being obtuse on purpose. “I am quite serious I assure you, Mr. Bass. I am Scrivere a book about how te regained control of basso Industries and how te made it what it is right now, some details about your childhood, and of course some of your private life would be included too.”
He tapped a hand on his scrivania, reception as he looked her right in the eyes. A strange heat seemed to be flooding through him. “I’m not known for beating around the cespuglio, bush so I’ll just come out and say it. Why are te coming to me and telling me about this? Don’t te authors just usually write your libri without bothering the subject?”
“You make it sound like you’re a king o something.”
He winked at her. “I am a king of sorts.”
Blair rolled her eyes. “Not to me, you’re not, but there is nothing wrong with your ego is there?”
He ignored her question. “Answer my question.”
“Mr. Bass…” she began but she didn’t get very far until Chuck interrupted.
“Chuck.”
“Excuse me?”
“Call me Chuck. I hate being addressed da Mr. basso unless it’s da some of my colleagues.”
“Mr. Bass.” She started again and noticed the grin that came over his face as she didn’t listen to his instructions. “I want to tell te that te can’t just order me around. I’m not one of your employees who te can treat like shit and just expect me to bend at the knees and honor every one of your wishes. I will never do that.”
“What is it that te want, Blair?”
The use of her first name bothered her, but she didn’t let that on. “I need to conduct several interviews with te so I can get the facts for the basis of the book.”
“Fine.” He agreed tiredly.
“I’m not done just yet. I also need to sposta in your house with you.”
“What the fuck? Are te some crazy stalker o something?”
A laugh escaped her throat. “No, I’m not.” She wiped tears of mirth from her face, she was laughing so hard. “It’s purely for the story.”
He reached across his scrivania, reception to stroke her arm. “Are te sure it’s just not for the fact that te want to live with me? And get to know me.”
She gave him a stop in your tracks unless te want to die look and his hand dropped from her arm. “It’s for entirely business reasons. I need to observe the environment in which te live so that I can write the best possible book there is. I want to do this right and that’s all.”
Chuck leaned back in his scrivania, reception chair and regarded her carefully over the superiore, in alto of his fingers which were laced together over the desk. “No.”
“Why not? Give me one good reason.”
“Because I detto so. That’s reason enough.
“Not for me.”
Chuck gave her a calculating look. “I will admit that te do intrigue me, but I don’t want to have a book written about me. I don’t need any più drama o interference in my life right now. I get enough of that shit at home.”
Blair carefully leaned inoltrare, avanti a placed a hand over his. The heat spread across her palm and nestled in the lower region of her body. She didn’t like the reaction that she got when she touched him. He looked surprised but closed his hand on superiore, in alto of hers and slowly rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. They shared a look, and it shocked him. In the six years that he had been married to Serena, this had never happened with her, and here he was holding hands with a woman he had met twenty minuti ago.
“Please?” She gripped his hand harder.
“I detto no.” Chuck’s thumb continued to graze over the palm of her hand.
“Chuck, it’s not going to be as bad as te think. I would interview te for various topics that I needed te for and te would have the final say so, and te would be the one to approve the book. And think of what it could do for basso Industries. Once people read this book it will give te even più business and you’ll become più famous then te are right now. Everyone will know the story of how the great Chuck basso rose to fame and saved his father’s company. Don’t te want that story to be told?”
He thought about it and Blair pulled her hand back from his. She gave him a shy smile. This woman intrigued him and he didn’t know why. He wanted to get to know her better and maybe in time even have sex with her. No one could say no to him, but she looked liked she could prove to be a challenge and he needed that in his life right now. That was ultimately what he made him say, “Alright, but you’re going to be the one to explain this to my wife.”
“Let’s go.” She had already picked up her borsa and was out the door.
XOXO
“Nice car.” She commentato as he got onto the freeway and headed back home.
He smirked. “I wouldn’t call a Ferrari just nice, Blair. It’s più than that.”
She looked at him and smoothed her hand over the genuine leather. The smoothness of it brought a smile to her face. “I’m not like you. I wasn’t raised with money and I certainly wasn’t a typical Upper East Sidder. But I think nice is a word that describes this car perfectly.”
Chuck watched the traffic on the road before turning to glance at her. “You didn’t come from money?”
“No, I didn’t.”
That only made him like her more. He decided to change the subject. “Are te married o do te have a boyfriend?”
Blair chuckled. “Getting personal already, are we?” When he detto nothing, she continued, “I broke up with my long term boyfriend a few months ago, but since then I haven’t been with anybody else.”
“Tell me about it.”
“There’s not much to tell. He’s actually an employee of yours. Dan Humphrey. We dated for four years and he cheated on me every chance he got, and I finally had enough. We’re still Friends though. It wasn’t malicious o anything, he just can’t help himself. It’s probably a lot like te with women and sex.”
His head whipped around at that. “You really know nothing about me.”
“I plan to find out, Bass. That’s what I’m here for.”
“Are we back to last names, again?”
“That’s up to you.”
He gnawed on his lip. “I don’t want to argue with you, I get that enough from my wife who I absolutely detest.”
Blair gave him a quizzical look. “Why did te marry her? Did te ever Amore her?”
His hands tightened on the steering wheel and his knuckles started to turn white. “I thought that I did at one time, but I really don’t think I ever did. It was something that I was pushed into and I don’t really like to talk about it. One giorno I’ll tell te the true reason I married her, but that’s a story for another day. But now I fucking hate her.” He finally realized what he had detto and a glacial look came over his face. “And that better not go in that fucking book of yours.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Chuck tapped a hand on his leg impatiently. “She’s going to be infuriated about te having to live with us. Be prepared, it’s just a little warning.”
“Don’t te worry, I can handle anything that she throws at me.”
XOXO
As soon as they entered the living room, Serena rounded on them. “Who the hell is she? Are te actually bringing your whores home now?”
He grabbed Blair’s arm and muttered an apology, but she waved him off and walked over to Serena. She held out her hand. “I’m Blair Waldorf, and I know that te don’t know anything about me, but I am the furthest thing from a whore, and I don’t think your husband would appreciate te talking to him like that.” She turned around and smiled at him.
“That’s none of your fucking business, and I don’t give a shit who te are.” Serena snarled.
Blair nodded, like she was talking to a complacent child. “Alright, this is not going to be easy. I went to see Chuck this afternoon because I’m Scrivere a book about him and basso Industries, and I’m going to be living with te for the successivo few months because I need to observe the daily going ons in his life to make this book the most realistic and real that it can be. Is that going to be alright with you?”
Serena thrust her face closer to Blair’s. “Is this a joke? Because if it is, it’s not funny at all.”
He lightly touched Serena’s arm but she jerked out of his grasp. “This is really happening, S. I mean, I objected at first but it will lead to even più publicity for basso Industries and that can’t be a bad thing, right?”
Serena looked aghast. “I don’t believe this. Well, actually I almost do. te always did anything te could to annoy me, Chuck.”
Blair stepped forward. “I’m not going to be in your way o anything. I’m just here to gather the required information for the book, and then I’ll be gone.”
Serena glanced between both of them. “Is there something going on between the two of you?”
Chuck opened his mouth to speak, but closed it quickly. He didn’t know what to say, but Blair appeared too. “Of course not! We just met today for God’s sake, and he’s a married man. I would never do anything with him. That’s a little insulting.”
Serena shook her head. “You may have not thought of it, but I assure that my husband has. And it doesn’t matter in the least that he’s married. It’s never stopped him before.” She threw one più hateful glance at him. “Just the both of te stay out of my way, and everything will be fine.”
Blair grabbed Serena’s arm and turned her around in a hurry. “Listen, te know nothing about me, but te don’t want to fuck with me. And maybe you’re the one that should stay out of my way since I’m here to work.” She quickly glanced at him only to see a shocked look on his face. She would guess that no one had ever stood up to Serena before. “Do te even have a job? No, don’t even answer that. I have to go and get my materials and the stuff that I need for a few months, but I will be back. And I suggest that te not be anywhere near here when I get back. We’re obviously not going to get along.”
She stamped to the door, and threw it open, quietly closing it behind her. A flash of amusement crossed his face. Blair Waldorf was something. It was going to be a very interesting summer. No one had every shocked Serena so much because she was still wearing that face of amazement. He liked that. He was actually beginning to like Blair a little too much, and that could cause a lot of trouble that he did not need.
To Be Continued…
A/N: This might just be another crazy idea, but I am going to run with it. Anyone interested in it?
