She heard the elevator ding as he came in. What time was it? She looked at her sterling silver Tiffany alarm clock and saw it was just past four in the morning. Every night this week he had been coming halaman awal later and later.
She missed the days when his workday would end at five o’clock sharp and he would arrive halaman awal -not reeking of another ladies perfume- to eat the four course makan malam with their perfect little family. Those days only occurring less than two months ago, would often be filled with passionate nights.
She heard his footsteps on the parakeet floors, as he went and gave their daughter and son good night kisses, then he finally ascended to their expansive richly decorated master bedroom. She stayed still and pretended she was asleep as he changed, and brushed his teeth in the ensuite bathroom, before climbing beside her into their Swiss engineered king sized bed. And then she bravely spoke.
“Where were you?” She ventured in a soft almost sad tone.
“I was working late, trying to support our family, something anda wouldn’t have a clue about.” He jabbed.
“Are anda hungry? Dorota wrapped up makan malam for you, I can go heat it up if anda want?” She have never been this caring and giving to anyone, except her two children, but these were desperate times and she just couldn’t handle the fighting anymore.
“I already ate.” he replied snippily.
She breathed in deeply. When had it gotten to this? Ever since Junior tahun at Constance Billard & St. Judes, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off one another. Yes, of course there was that period of time during senior tahun when they banished each other from their lives, but Blair had tried to erase that time from her memory. Through their time at Yale and over the past six years, her and the infamous Charles bas, bass had remained to keep their marriage passionate and loving, almost nauseating to any onlookers. But then why now had it turned so astray?
“I was wondering, if maybe on Wednesday we could go to a meeting with that counsellor, I was telling anda about?” It was a last resort but she knew if he berkata yes to the couples counselling it meant they still had a shot and that he loved her. If however he berkata no, she didn’t know how much longer she could take it.
“Blair, I already told you, I’m leaving for that business meeting in Tokyo that day. God, can’t anda ever consider someone other than yourself?” And with that he went to sleep.
She waited until he was snoring lightly, then swiftly crawled out of tempat tidur and treaded lightly into the bathroom. As she locked the door, she allowed the waterworks to fall and that’s when she decided what she had to do next.
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He felt horrible about last night. He had even heard her get out of bed, and go and cry in their bathroom, after she thought he was asleep. He was an ass, and he knew it.
They only thing to consol him now? A glass of scotch.
He knew she thought he was sleeping around, and that it was all her fault. He saw that hurt in her eyes, whenever she pleaded him to go to couples counselling. But it was her fault and she would have to pay for it.
He stilled loved her and he adored their kids, but she was drifting away from him, and he let her.
It had all started on that fateful night two months ago;
Blair had gone out for ‘drinks with Serena’. This would have been believable if not for just an jam after her departure, the golden goddess had called to talk to his wife. Why would Blair of lied to him? Was she sleeping around? This set him off.
He rummaged in an angry state around their bedroom, through all her drawers and had came across an envelope from a Marcus Beaton. The same Marcus Beaton, who had managed to come between the two, the summer when Chuck had abandoned Blair in Tuscany. But he and his step-mother had mysteriously left, just after the start of school. So, then what did he want with his wife now?
He tore off the heavy white envelope, and read through the letter which stated;
I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m coming into town in two weeks, would anda like to have drinks at the Palace at 7?
Sincerely, Marcus
The Lord, most likely wanted to do his wife, for old times sake, and in his own hotel too! He asked Dorota to watch the kids, as he raced across town. When he reached the Palace there were no signs of his wife, atau her old lover in the hotel bar atau restaurant. They were probably upstairs having sex at this moment.
So he left, went halaman awal and waited for her.
“How’s Serena doing?” He decided he was going to give her a chance to confess the truth.
“Oh, same old, same old.” She replied simply.
Hmm, so Blair was going to just keep lying to him. Well two could play at that game. For the selanjutnya couple of weeks, Chuck had come home, reeking of booze and ladies perfume. Blair had asked him where he had been, and he just said; working late. He wanted to cause her the pain he had felt.
Suddenly Chuck was pulled out of his flashback, oleh his young blonde secretary Beth.
“Mr. bas, bass there’s a man here to see you. He says it’s urgent that he speak to you.” Crackled Beth over the intercom.
“Send him in.” He replied with a sigh.
The door opened to reveal a well looking young man in his 30’s, wearing a business suit. He came over to Chuck’s meja tulis, meja and asked; “ Are anda Charles Batholmule Bass?”
“Yes, who else would I be?”
Good god this man was stupid.
“Then,” he replied. “You’ve been served.”
She missed the days when his workday would end at five o’clock sharp and he would arrive halaman awal -not reeking of another ladies perfume- to eat the four course makan malam with their perfect little family. Those days only occurring less than two months ago, would often be filled with passionate nights.
She heard his footsteps on the parakeet floors, as he went and gave their daughter and son good night kisses, then he finally ascended to their expansive richly decorated master bedroom. She stayed still and pretended she was asleep as he changed, and brushed his teeth in the ensuite bathroom, before climbing beside her into their Swiss engineered king sized bed. And then she bravely spoke.
“Where were you?” She ventured in a soft almost sad tone.
“I was working late, trying to support our family, something anda wouldn’t have a clue about.” He jabbed.
“Are anda hungry? Dorota wrapped up makan malam for you, I can go heat it up if anda want?” She have never been this caring and giving to anyone, except her two children, but these were desperate times and she just couldn’t handle the fighting anymore.
“I already ate.” he replied snippily.
She breathed in deeply. When had it gotten to this? Ever since Junior tahun at Constance Billard & St. Judes, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off one another. Yes, of course there was that period of time during senior tahun when they banished each other from their lives, but Blair had tried to erase that time from her memory. Through their time at Yale and over the past six years, her and the infamous Charles bas, bass had remained to keep their marriage passionate and loving, almost nauseating to any onlookers. But then why now had it turned so astray?
“I was wondering, if maybe on Wednesday we could go to a meeting with that counsellor, I was telling anda about?” It was a last resort but she knew if he berkata yes to the couples counselling it meant they still had a shot and that he loved her. If however he berkata no, she didn’t know how much longer she could take it.
“Blair, I already told you, I’m leaving for that business meeting in Tokyo that day. God, can’t anda ever consider someone other than yourself?” And with that he went to sleep.
She waited until he was snoring lightly, then swiftly crawled out of tempat tidur and treaded lightly into the bathroom. As she locked the door, she allowed the waterworks to fall and that’s when she decided what she had to do next.
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He felt horrible about last night. He had even heard her get out of bed, and go and cry in their bathroom, after she thought he was asleep. He was an ass, and he knew it.
They only thing to consol him now? A glass of scotch.
He knew she thought he was sleeping around, and that it was all her fault. He saw that hurt in her eyes, whenever she pleaded him to go to couples counselling. But it was her fault and she would have to pay for it.
He stilled loved her and he adored their kids, but she was drifting away from him, and he let her.
It had all started on that fateful night two months ago;
Blair had gone out for ‘drinks with Serena’. This would have been believable if not for just an jam after her departure, the golden goddess had called to talk to his wife. Why would Blair of lied to him? Was she sleeping around? This set him off.
He rummaged in an angry state around their bedroom, through all her drawers and had came across an envelope from a Marcus Beaton. The same Marcus Beaton, who had managed to come between the two, the summer when Chuck had abandoned Blair in Tuscany. But he and his step-mother had mysteriously left, just after the start of school. So, then what did he want with his wife now?
He tore off the heavy white envelope, and read through the letter which stated;
I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m coming into town in two weeks, would anda like to have drinks at the Palace at 7?
Sincerely, Marcus
The Lord, most likely wanted to do his wife, for old times sake, and in his own hotel too! He asked Dorota to watch the kids, as he raced across town. When he reached the Palace there were no signs of his wife, atau her old lover in the hotel bar atau restaurant. They were probably upstairs having sex at this moment.
So he left, went halaman awal and waited for her.
“How’s Serena doing?” He decided he was going to give her a chance to confess the truth.
“Oh, same old, same old.” She replied simply.
Hmm, so Blair was going to just keep lying to him. Well two could play at that game. For the selanjutnya couple of weeks, Chuck had come home, reeking of booze and ladies perfume. Blair had asked him where he had been, and he just said; working late. He wanted to cause her the pain he had felt.
Suddenly Chuck was pulled out of his flashback, oleh his young blonde secretary Beth.
“Mr. bas, bass there’s a man here to see you. He says it’s urgent that he speak to you.” Crackled Beth over the intercom.
“Send him in.” He replied with a sigh.
The door opened to reveal a well looking young man in his 30’s, wearing a business suit. He came over to Chuck’s meja tulis, meja and asked; “ Are anda Charles Batholmule Bass?”
“Yes, who else would I be?”
Good god this man was stupid.
“Then,” he replied. “You’ve been served.”