A/N: Oh stop you people :") HAHA, no seriously. I love the feedback! So even though my tests are coming in a few days, I felt the need to update =) So yeah. I was so touched! Here we go. Chapter fiveeeee! :D
Bella shouldn't have been surprised when Chuck's limo pulls her up to a fancy restaurant with a name Chuck pronounces with ease but sends her tongue in twists.
She steps out smoothly, practically rocking the biggest grin in town. The people around them sport cool little smiles, but Bella can't help the grin pulling on her lips.
For this occasion, she decides to go bold with a vivid red dress, a ribbon directly underneath her cleavage a shade lighter than the dress itself, and a skirt so light and fluffy Bella's fallen in love with it. Her hair is free, wavy and pulled off to one side, as she wobbles slightly (almost unnoticeably) in gladiator heels. Her plump smiling lips are outlined in brilliant red and she feels like a star.
Chuck treats her like one too, in a dashing tailored suit made only for him, in silky gray, a snowy white undershirt and a bright red bowtie. He glances at her and his bowtie in amusement. "Oh look, we match," he teases and she smiles. "Were you peeping at me when I chose this dress?" she teased. "I promise I didn't," he said mock-solemnly.
She breaks into a laugh as the whole restaurant glances at them in honest admiration. They looked like a powerhouse pair, and acted like a married couple. But no ring shone on either one's finger. Yet.
They're seated, when Bella leans forward, beaming at Chuck with such adoration he wanted to jump with joy. She's mine! he wanted to shout over and over. "Oh Chuck, an extremely fancy restaurant for little ol' me?" she shyly asked, as if she was half-afraid that he would take her away from here and that it was just an vowed to himself silently that he would give her only the best.
"Anything and everything for you," he huskily whispered, slyly smiling at her in that charming way, like he knew would really do it. She felt the blood pool in her cheeks. "I feel like a tomato," she laughed.
"Is a tomato that gorgeous?" he asked dryly. "If they are, I could look at them all day."
"Oh stop it you!" she shushes, blushing even deeper. "Don't flatter me too much! I might just fly up with all your praise!"
"I would flatter you everyday if you would fly into my arms afterward," Chuck said tenderly. Bella shot him a beautiful, blushing smile.
"Stop that," she warned shakily. "I might just spontaneously combust!" she joked shakily.
He just smiled as the waiter set down their dishes deferentially. "Thank you," Bella tells the waiter, and his face blankens in sheer surprise. He stammers and stumbles out of sight, surprised a beautiful woman like her had time to thank him.
Chuck grins; only Bella would thank a server and leave him dazed with the beauty of her smile. "Let's eat," he invites, watching her as she gently delves her fork in the hot pasta. She smiles in bliss as she forks a bit of pasta in her mouth.
"Delicious!" she exclaims in hushed tones. Personally, Chuck thought she cooked much better, but he didn't want to offend the owner, which he knew as a friend.
He grinned and forked a bite of his pasta.
He entertained her the whole time as they ate, talking about New York, and alternately sweeping her off her feet with his general suaveness.
A highlight was when Gossip Girl sent out a blast about Chuck and Bella.
Well C, it looks like you're treating sweet little B to the good life. Good for you two!
Bella only huffs in indignation. Chuck smothers whatever emotion seemed to rise. He was here with Bella, and not even Gossip Girl could ruin this divine night.
But of course, in New York, there is always drama.
Chuck had no idea any one of his exes were so bitter, even after all this time.
It happened some time after dessert. Bella spooned the last of her creme brulee into Chuck's mouth teasingly and he chuckled as he let her spoon-feed him. It was endearing, actually. Letting her do little things for him.
A slightly familiar blonde model strutted up to their table, swirling champagne in her glass with faked sophistication. Sophistication was something a person was born with, not something a person could pick up.
He faintly remembered a short, fleeting relationship with her, but it didn't really matter. He was with Bella Swan now.
But apparently it mattered to her, because her face was flushed with anger as she approached Bella. "So you're Chuck's new fuck?" she sneered. Bella froze in surprise, her head turning to face the embittered woman.
"Excuse me?" Bella asked in pure surprise. The blonde laughed mockingly. "Honey, don't act innocent. No one is innocent in fast-paced New York," she sneered. Then she swung her arm further back and doused Bella in golden liquid.
"Go back to your tiny, pissfaced town, slut," the blonde said condescendingly.
Bella stood up quietly, attitude rolling off her in waves.
"I'm sorry, but from where I come from, that's rude. And bullshit," she said calmly, dusting off droplets of champagne from her dress.
"And I care why?" Blondie sneered. Chuck jumped into action, pulling off his jacket and handing it to Bella.
"Because one day, you'll bitch and bitch and bitch, and no one'll hear you. So clean up your attitude," Bella's words rang with a quiet reprimand.
Chuck had never admired her more. Blair would've acted like a prissy princess; Bella acted like a diplomat; handling Blondie carefully but bluntly. She handled problems like a regal queen.
Now Bella stood in stark contrast to Blair; she shone more brightly.