A/N: I decided to start another multi-chapter fiction, because my other multi-chapter story "Lost without you" has reached its end… if you'd like to, go check it out. :) anyway, this fic is AU and it's loosely based on a book that I've once read. The characters just sounded so much like CB that I couldn't resist to write this. I would love to know if you like it and if you want me to continue. So please, after you read this tell me your thoughts.
Thanks to my lovely Jaz who looked through this story. Without her I'm not sure if I would have published this story...so thanks a lot, sweetie! :)
She descended her private jet, no makeup, sunglasses on and her hair hidden under a foulard, so nobody would recognize her.
It was already evening, a chilly wind softly hitting her face. She had missed New York, her home.
The airport was empty; she had wanted it that way, but the fear that he might be here lingered in the pit of her stomach.
She waited patiently until her luggage was taken out of the jet, when she heard a squeaky sound from behind her. She spun around; a black limo that she knew too well caught her eye.
Her breath hitched in her throat and she had difficulties to exhale properly.
She had expected this, but it still surprised her that he actually was here, because she hadn't told anyone she was coming. Money can do anything, she thought.
The limo halted and she felt the urge to sprint away, but she had nowhere to go.
An unfamiliar driver stepped out of the limo and opened the door for her, smiling at her politely while doing so. She forced herself to smile back, she was a reputable woman.
"Thank you, but there's someone who's coming to pick me up." She said, but it was a lie. She had planned to call a cab after she landed. She didn't want to climb in there and face him.
The driver didn't seem to catch on though and still held the door open for her.
She watched the men bringing her luggage to the limo and putting it in the trunk. She shook her head. Unbelievable. Of course, he would have planned all of this. She knew there was no way out of this situation.
Without another word, she just climbed in the limo, not looking once at the person who was surely sitting on the other end of the vehicle. Her hands started to sweat; she had sworn this person off her life.
The limo took off and their gazes still didn't meet, she briefly glanced at him through her sunglasses and could feel his gaze roaming over her whole body.
"Had fun on your little trip, my dear?" He finally said- his voice raw with unspoken emotions.
She pursed her lips, resisting a spiteful answer. No answer might do as well.
"How did you know I was coming?" She asked back, her gaze on her folded hands resting in her lap.
"You like to think that I don't know you, but I do." He answered. "It's Eleanor, your mother, we're speaking of. I knew you'd come to visit her grave sooner or later."
At the mention of her mother's name, she felt a painful sting in her heart. Her eyes moistened just for a second. She still couldn't forgive herself that she hadn't been there when she died.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"I'm glad to know that you don't think I came back for you." She said, avoiding the heart-wrenching topic.
He smirked at the sound of her words, but it dropped instantly and his expression hardened.
"I have to say I was a bit surprised when I heard you wouldn't come to her funeral, you're her only child; it's the least a daughter could do." He told her and she dug her fingernails into the seat.
He was being heartless and she didn't know why she had agreed to marry this person in the first place. She had known him from all the placards and magazines and he had always seemed like the perfect man.
Charles Bass- head of Bass Industries, one of the most successful people in New York.
She had dreamed about him every night. She had loved his caramel brown eyes and his lips that were always curled into a little smirk in every magazine she had seen, but now when she looked at him, she felt nothing else but hatred towards this person.
When her mother had come to her and told her that Charles Bass had asked for her hand, ecstasy had filled her every vein and she couldn't believe her luck. She had always known that in society, everyone praised her for being a proper woman who had never done something wrong and surely it must have reached the Bass heir as well. Now she knew that the only reason he had married her was for him to be taken seriously. He had been known for his womanizing ways, inappropriate pictures of him were all over the press. Although she had known all of this, she couldn't help but wonder if he was different on the inside. She had been naïve. On her wedding day, she had found out what an ass he actually was.
"You like to think you know me, but you don't." She responded angrily.
He didn't say anything back and were both left silently staring into blankness.
"Take your sunglasses off." He ordered after a while and her hands shot up to do as he said. She cursed herself for obliging him. She had been taught to obey and now she wished she hadn't always been such a good girl.
Wordlessly her sunglasses fell to the side and she felt exposed. For the first time since their wedding day their eyes met and she felt her cheeks reddening.
"You know, I'm still pissed at you for the stunt you pulled on our wedding day." He told her, his intense stare never wavering away from her eyes.
It was her, who couldn't hold his intense gaze. She scoffed and looked away, but her eyes were drawn back automatically and locked with his again.
"You're pissed at me? Did you ever think that I left you for a reason?" She asked furiously.
His eyes darkened and she could see his jaw clenching. "I knew it." He said crossly. "I knew you were seeing someone else, no one is that pristine and flawless."
She rolled her eyes at his words, the same words everybody used when talking about her and always made her sick to hear. It felt like she wasn't allowed to make mistakes at all.
"It has nothing to do with someone else! It has to do with you!" Her voice was rising with every word uttered.
His brows furrowed in confusion. "I haven't done anything to you." He answered her.
She just shook her head. He couldn't even recall it.
"Really? So it wasn't you who had his tongue down that blonde's throat right after we had said our vows?" She asked him.
She remembered it perfectly; she had been looking for him, because some of the guests had wanted to take pictures of them and she had found him on the balcony with a leggy blonde. She had seen how tenderly he had caressed her arm and had laughed along with her. Then he had leant forward to kiss her. In that moment she had known that marrying Charles Bass was the biggest mistake of her life.
"You mean Lea? She's just a friend and she was leaving." He answered her question.
Her eyes widened at his response. He acted like it was the most normal thing to do when a friend left.
"So you kiss every girl good bye?" She asked aghast and felt her cheeks burning with anger.
He just shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't care about her." He told her. It wasn't a good enough answer for her.
She licked her lips, blinking a few times before finding the courage to say what she had wanted to tell him since after their wedding.
"I want a divorce." It was easier to actually say those words than she had thought. He instantly looked up at her.
"Not going to happen." He told her succinctly. She frowned at his response; it wasn't exactly what she had expected. She hadn't been around for half a year, what husband would have been okay with that?
"I don't love you and you don't love me, so what's the point?" She asked him.
"The point is that I'm not going to divorce you." His voice rose.
"But I don't want to be married to you." She enunciated.
"Why?" He asked her, his voice rich with suspicion, raising his eyebrows, but then his eyes narrowed. "I was right. There is someone else." He simply accused her, yet again.
She wanted to scream no and ask him how he could think so little of her, she was still married to him, but she stopped herself and thought that maybe he would let her go if she told him that there really was someone else.
"Yes, there is someone else, so I want a divorce." She lied to him, trying this way to make it easier for him.
"Another reason not to divorce you. You can tell your little beau that you can't meet him anymore. You're my wife." He told her- his features hardened as he turned to look out the window.
She huffed angrily, her cheeks flushing. It seemed like she lost this battle, but she wasn't going to stop until he would let her go. But she decided to embark on this mission the next day, because right then she was too tired from the long voyage to argue with him.
She leant her head against the cool windowpane and looked out over the city. The whole flight had been exhausting- her eyes slowly closed and she drifted off into a deep slumber.
Later, she sensed someone picking her up, her head leaning against a warm chest, a heart beating in a consistent rhythm. She immediately knew who it was and wanted to protest and yell at him for picking her up like that, but she was too tired and had no intention to walk to that enormous building- which looked pretty far away through half opened eyes-on her own. So she just snuggled closer into his chest.
A/N: Well, this story may seem a little outdated with the marriage and all, but I still hope it is enjoyable. I don't know when the next update will be, it depends on the feedback I'll get, so if you liked it, review it :)