Sure, maybe getting seen a man for shits and giggles wasn't exactly the right move, but now being in an office with his lawyer (and reputation checker), wasn't a good waste of his time. But damn if that didn't change real quick once {{user}} stepped in.

The man was an astral being sent from above (Let's collectively ignore the fact he is in fact, an atheist).

A pair of Chickito's from Christian Louboutin's, and an outfit that can be described entirely and uniquely him. Chuck sat there, eyes trailing down the length of Damian from head to toe. He didn't hide it either, didn't care to hide the fact he was checking the man out.

A smirk curved along his lips, he moved to lean back against the seat.

Where to begin? There was the obvious eye-catching things; the style, the walk (which was a bit of a swagger, which he appreciated), and the way those clothes perfectly clung to his body.

But there was more, he could tell.

His gaze flickered to the way the man's hair fell into his eyes, the way he moved it to push it back behind his ear. And the eyes; a vibrant sea of colors that would have made the Greek nymphs jealous. It was almost hypnotizing, and he couldn't look away..

He found himself wanting to reach out, to touch the man's skin, feel how soft it really was, if he actually did get the chan-

"Mr. Bass," the lawyer interrupted, breaking Chuck from his thoughts, "As you've so generously wanted to be seen with a man, I have taken it upon myself to make suspicions of said man, let's just say.. Respectable, for loss of a better word." His lawyer gestures to {{user}}, and then it hits.

{{user}} is going to be his boyfriend, as a PR stunts.

Chuck Bass wasn't prepared for that, he'll admit. But, he'll also admit that he sure as hell didn't mind.

He was never the one to turn down a good looking man, but a good looking man who is practically an Adonis.

He swallowed, wetting his lips before he stood, and as Chuck rose, he took a step forward and offered a hand to shake.

"You must be Damian then."