For the record, I would like to say that he seduced me. When I agreed to go out to lunch with him, I never, for one second, thought that we would end up together. Okay, maybe it had crossed my mind once or twice, but that was just my imagination running wild. Perhaps I had dressed seductively by wearing a form-fitting blouse and a curve-hugging skirt, but he should have had some self control. He's twenty-two years old! Ugh, what am I saying, he's twenty-two years old. I should have never agreed to go out with him, even though it was supposed to have been casual. You know, I think, deep down, I knew it was just a ploy to get me back to his hotel suite. I have to admit, it was cunning, smart and working. It was working really well.

"Oh my god." I moaned, arching my back as orgasmic pleasure ripped through my body.

For a moment he didn't say anything, he just lay there on top of me, making it slightly harder to breathe, but I didn't care. I could feel his heavy breathing on my shoulder as he tried to regulate his heartbeat, then, I felt it move to my cheek as he turned his head.

"After all these years, you're still as good as I remember Waldorf." he smirked, sliding a warm hand underneath me and rolling onto his back, taking me with him.

"Did you expect anything less, Bass?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

To that, he gave no answer, he just smiled that annoyingly smug smile of his and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his hand on the back of my neck, toying with the small hairs there, sending shivers down my spine. Before I had the chance to say anything, Chuck lifted his head and pressed his lips to my throat. My heart pounded in my chest as his teeth gently pulled at the skin there. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to make me reach behind him and grab the headboard in an attempt to steady myself. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from releasing a loud moan that, until sex with Chuck, I didn't even know I could make.

"We should do this more often." he murmured against my throat, breaking my concentration.

"Hmmm?" I said, half moaning the question.

"I'm saying that you and I should do this on a regular basis. Like we used to."

Startled, I opened my eyes and pulled away from him to look at his face. He was completely serious, not a hint of sarcasm anywhere.

"Oh my god!" I shouted, rolling off of him and scanning the floor for my clothes. " I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"I knew you would try something like this! It's been four years Chuck!" I said, fastening my bra. "It didn't work then and it's not going to work now!"

"The only reason it didn't work then was because you jumped to conclusions." he said, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of boxers.

"I saw the two of you together!" I yelled, zipping my skirt and picking up one high heeled shoe.

"You're overreacting."

"That is exactly why this can't happen." I said, yanking my shirt over my body and grabbing my purse, getting ready to walk out the door. "I overreact and you-"

"Did nothing!" he said, wearing that smug smile on his face and holding up my black lace panties on one finger. "Forgetting something?"

Rolling my eyes, I walked back over to him and just as I tried to snatch the underwear off his finger, he moved his hand and yanked me closer to him with the other. I dropped my purse next to me and tried to use both hands to push myself away, but Chuck was stronger. Before I could unleash a stream of curse words upon him, I felt his mouth slam onto mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. As much as I wanted to melt in his arms and kiss him back, I didn't. I had a point to prove and there was nothing he could do to stop me. I had no choice, I brought my right hand back, then forward with as much force as I could. My hand connected with his face, I heard a sharp slap then saw him stumble backward, obviously taken by surprise. His cheek turned bright pink, then cherry-red as his jaw clenched in anger.

"I hope you enjoyed that, because it was the last time you'll ever touch me. As for my panties, keep them, let them remind you of what you don't have."

With that, I turned and walked out of the suite. I didn't really care what he had to say, I just needed to get out. In the hallway, as I pressed the button for the elevator a fifth time, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Memories of the past had been brought forth, our past, and honestly, they hurt. I'd forgotten everything on purpose, everything we had, everything he'd done and just when it looked like everything would be better than last time, he had to bring it up. Sleeping with Chuck Bass was never be simple and never would be simple. Our relationship was complicated and I should have known better than to let him back into my life. We'd had our ups and downs there were good days where he could be the most romantic person in the world and there were bad days where he would turn the romance toward another woman, as if intentionally trying to hurt me. These were the games that we played with each other and there were times when I thought he would choose me over the other girls, but the arguments we had were constant and-

The dinging of the elevator tore me from my thoughts and as I stepped inside, another thought crossed my mind, perhaps one that should have come earlier. What the hell have I done?