Chapter Ten
- Kitchen Confessions-
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Flash-Backs are in blue.
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Present Day
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::Precap::
Damien on the other hand far from being annoyed, was ecstatic at her display of temper. So she did still remember no matter how aloof she pretended to be.
He pushed away from the counter-top in one smooth move. So little Aasha Raizada remembered. No matter how prim and proper she was now. Six years ago, the odds had been different.
Not so now .
...now the games began.
Her voice reverberated in his mind.
"Don't call me sweet-heart , Bass."
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"Why not?" countered Damien. His firm voice taking precedence over his, evidently roaming mind and eyes as they made their way quite deliberately down the length of her legs left exposed by her barely knee high robe, before making their way back up to her icy glare.
"You're an absolute bas***d Damien, you know that?" she bit out her hand reaching out unconsciously to pull at the hem of her robe in a rare show of discomfort, as she turned away, filling the glass she'd finally gotten out, with a deft flick of the tap.
Much to her aggravation , not only did that fail to deter the specimen of amused masculinity before her, but instead, brought him a step closer as he smoothly turned off the tap, and plucked the glass out of her hands , lounging against the sink as he drawled, " First, while my father may have an issue with the semantics of that particular accusation, aesthetically speaking though'did you just figure that out?"
Pausing only to tip the water that had filled the glass, carefully into the sink, he added almost as if in an afterthought, "And umm'sweetheart, mom doesn't drink tap water."
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Present Day
If there was a single coherent thought going through Aasha Singh Raizada's mind at that very moment, it was that she completely failed to understand how it was she had ever found a condescending prick like Damien Bass even remotely attractive.
Ever.
Very slowly, as if speaking to a particularly difficult child, she asked, "What do you want Damien?"
Damien who was giving her a look that she, much to her own annoyance, was sure gave half the girls in Manhattan a case of school-girl giggles, leaned over and plucked a bottle of Evian, from under the counter, and then as if he had all the time in the world opened the bottle with utmost care, answering her only once he'd filled the glass and handed it back to her.
"Who is he?"
And it was as if just those three words he'd taken her six years back in time.
This same kitchen, that same question.
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Six Years Ago
"Who's the guy?" Damien asked his arms crossed across the front of his crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, from when he'd been helping with the younger crowd earlier.
Aasha's heart started going one-million beats a second the second she'd seen Damien.
But no matter how many times she told herself that this was ridiculous, her reaction to him, she'd half grown up with him for god's sake! Not that that thought had helped any.
It was as if ever since he'd got back home yesterday, everything he did seemed to make her heart go *thud*.
Which was probably why she felt like she had cotton in her mouth every time he said something to her. Sneaking a swift glance up at him from her vantage point across the counter where she was smuggling a handful of extra mini marshmallows into her cup of hot chocolate. Who on earth was he talking about?
Her confusion must have been evident in her face because, Damien titled his head back and clarified, "Truth and Dare."
Choking on the bite-sized marshmallow she'd been toying with in her mouth, Aasha flushed a mortified shade of bright red. "How'" she croaked.
Oh dear lord how in the name of all that was holy had he found out about the truth and dare answers from earlier? Mentally going through a quick list of who could possibly, tattle, she realized, that she didn't really know anyone that well, with the exception of Renee and ...oh hell..
Raising her eyes back up to his still unfathomable own, Aasha swallowed, as she fibbed, "You don't know him."
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Present Day
Damien knew by the soft glaze that had covered her eyes that she remembered the last time he'd asked her that question just as well as he did.
But if he'd needed any further proof that she wasn't the same person she was six years ago, this was it. The blushing slip of a girl she had been had stammered incoherently for a second before, frantically wondering how he'd found out what her first bout of UES truth and dare had revealed, today she stood coolly indifferent to his deliberate attempts to get a rise out of her and answered with what to him sounded like a much to smug as opposed to blissful, "Not you."
Which was probably why hours later after leaving the girl who still made his breath catch just a little, standing defiantly in his parents kitchen - he'd proceeded to get mind numbingly drunk.
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Six Years Ago
Aasha had been watching the rest of the girls got more than just a little tipsy as the night progressed. Honestly speaking she wasn't all too sure as to why they found the bubbling champagne Aunt Blair had sent up, with a note of how there was enough for no more than two glasses each and that any extra attempts at bringing in liquor would be dealt with by having Dorota sitting in with them for the rest of the night, so very special. Her father had let her try some last year and she couldn't honestly say she liked it at all'acquired taste her ass.
So engrossed was she in her own thoughts that she barely noticed the next spin of the bottle, only turning to check whose turn it was when Renee catcalled alarmingly close to her ears.
"So '." Called out one of the gratingly nasal voices of one of Renee's many minions as she called them, "Tell us Ay-sha is it?...Do you have a crush on anyone'ah-ah'.wait for it'.from here no celebs of course."
Aasha who had finally deigned to focus on the curly haired brunette with startling green eyes, lifted her brows in how appropriate it was that she'd been blessed with eyes that very color.
She remembered her of course, she was the same girl who'd been going on an hour earlier about how she fully expected Damien Bass to be taking her to the debutante ball, the very same girl who had looked at Aasha with a look of unadulterated loathing when Renee had with a flip of her long blond pony tail had let out a pityingly laugh as she informed her that Damien was escorting Aasha to the Ball.
Ever since she'd spent the entire evening listening half-heartedly to her volley of racist not to mention classless taunts. However if she really expected Arnav Singh Raizada's daughter to take all of that lying down she had another thing coming, the only reason she'd been silent thus far was because she didn't want her Aunt to think her organized slumber party was anything short of perfect.
A crying minion demanding to go home would have definitely given her a clue.
And she would be crying, Aasha was a Raizada after all, she didn't take people down a peg, she demolished them.
For that moment however she was going to play the game the way it was expected of her meek and modest, or her voice was at least her answer earned her another 'look'.
"Actually it's Aasha...and as for your question...well...maybe."
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Present Day
"f**kf**kf**kitdyf**k'" mumbled a very drunk Damien Bass as he trailed a long finger in intricate swirls over the polished mahogany countertop in the posh pent-house suite he'd delegated to 'place-to-crash' status, since he'd been back from his extended to 'world-tour'.
This time however the immaculate pent-house, did not echo back at him, instead his ears were assaulted by a voice much too familiar for his liking at the moment.
"Well...you're in fine form." Said the all too familiar voice.
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Hey Upper East Sider's, Gossip Girl here.
Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's Elite.
Love it or hate it - but old history is just one of those things you can't get rid of.
It's there and there's not a lot you can do about it.
But then again as any true Upper East SIder will tell you, the question really isn't about what you history is 'but who it's with.
So since no one really seems to know...'Who is he, Princess?' - or are you still not telling?...oh well...all in good time...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
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::Authors Note::
Read and Review my lovelies because if you're wondering why the late update on StT and all my other ficlets it's because the recent lack of comments have me severely demotivated.
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