Chapter One – Had Enough

Blair threw her bag and coat onto the sofa and stormed her way through the house.

"Chuck get here right now!" she yelled down the corridor, "I know you're here!"

A door creaked open at the other end of the corridor. It led to Chuck's room. Blair huffed before making her way to his room, "should've thought of going there first," she exclaimed angrily. But when she got into the room, no one was there. It was absolutely normal. No chuck, no romantic gestures. Just normal...

As Blaire went to turn around, every light in the place shut down.

"Great, a power cut," she complained, raising her hands slightly.

But it wasn't a power cut. Nearby, a man with brown hair and sensuous eyes had watched her. Watched her storm into the hotel and into the place. He had seen her throw he stuff down and saw her march into the bedroom nearby. Earlier he had also been with her, arguing with her. Yes, this guy was Chuck.

"It's not a power cut," he called out. She spun around and looked in every direction, "Chuck. This isn't funny –"

"It's not meant to be funny. I'm just...starting a fact."

"What kind of fact?"

"The argument earlier... you were wrong."

"How was I? You were the one that was wrong," she exclaimed.

"Stop trying to hide the truth Blair," he said, sneaking up behind her and just as he was right next to her, "you know I'm right," he whispered. Her body stiffened and her breathing got heavier, "admit it," he whispered, "everything will be simpler then."

She turned around as quick as lightning, "why would I admit to something, that's not true?"

"O but Blair, it is true...I saw the way you reacted when I said 'let's carry on this party upstairs,' you only replied with 'in your dreams' because it is also in yours as well as mine."

"You make me sick," she declared.

Chuck grabbed her arms and pushed her towards the wall. She wriggled for a moment but then stopped and stared right at him, "how could I make you so sick?" he began, "I don't recall seeing you throwing up when I took your virginity now did I?"

Blair had nothing to say back. He was right and she knew it...

"Let's carry on this party upstairs, shall we?" asked Chuck as he took a sip of his martini.

"I'm your dreams Chuck," Blair spat back.

"Ooo but you are in my dreams, regularly. You tend to be led on a red satin bed, surrounded with candles and me slowly taking off you black lacy underwear and kissing your-"

"Don't even think about carrying on," she said as she made her hand into a stop sign.

"O but I know that you want to be with me. I know how you feel about me and how you crave for me. You stay up late at night daydreaming about me and even when you're sleeping I'm there," he whispered in her ear with a smug look.

"The sleeping part is the only part is true, but it's not always and it is always a nightmare when you're there and not a dream," she answered.

"Well, if you change your mind...you know where I am," he finished his drink, got up, kissed her on the cheek and left.

She had been at the bar for a few minutes before picking up her stuff and walking out of the bar. She had stormed into the hotel he was in because she knew he was right and she wanted the persuade him that he was wrong and being angry only seemed to work these days.

...But now she was on the edge. Unable to even think of not wanting to be with him. She did crave for him, think of him, dream of him. More than regularly, and it killed her because she knew she could not have him. He was Chuck Bass after all. Now...she'd had enough.