Chuck stared in silence at the floor of the limo on his way back from dropping Blair off at her penthouse. He could still smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume on him and saturating the backseat of the limo, where she had been with him minutes before. Replaying the vivid images in his mind, he couldn't help but conjure a trademark smirk on his face at the thought of what had happened. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
He had had sex with Blair Waldorf.
He had taken her virginity.
Worst of all: He had loved every second of it.
She was the untouched and forbidden Queen B of Constance, long term girlfriend of his best friend, his only real friend. If Nate ever found out it would be the end of their friendship for good and he would be no better than Lonely Boy Humphrey. But none of that mattered to him in that moment, he thought as he reminisced his and Blair's encounter. The sounds she had made left him breathless, she scratched her nails down his back in pleasure, she had left her mark on him, branded him as hers. Of all the many girls he had had, he had responded to her with a passion that he didn't know he possessed, just thinking about her made him want her again.
"WHAT?!"
He jumped in his seat and gaped his mouth open in horror. Chuck Bass NEVER had sex with the same girl more than once, never mind the virgin princess (well maybe not anymore!) Blair Waldorf!! What the hell was wrong with him.
His limo pulled to a stop outside The Palace, he didn't wait for the driver to open his door for him, he flung the door open and marched to the lift and punched the button, tapping his foot impatiently until it arrived. When he arrived at his suite he collapsed onto his bed taking with him a glass of scotch. He wasn't feeling very well and was feeling very sick with a strange feeling in his stomach that the scotch wasn't helping.
He sat bolt upright in a blur.
Oh no.
The feeling in his stomach was turning into a twister, battering his insides with unquestionable force.
He didn't need a doctor after all, she had caused it, this change in him.
It felt like a million butterflies threatening to explode out of him, butterflies at the thought of Blair Waldorf.
He liked her.
He wanted to have sex with her again.
But she could never know, he would be a laughing stock. Chuck Bass Manhattan's most notorious womanizer liking a girl, his best friend's girl.
Not anymore, he told himself, they'd broken up. She was free to do whatever she wanted and whoever.
She'd chosen him.
But why?
His life was built on a darkness of womanizing, parties and drugs.
Blair Waldorf had just found a way of being his light through the darkness.