Blair burst through the door to Chuck Bass's suite, looking uncharacteristically frenzied and panicked. She stopped when she saw Chuck sitting by the bar and staring at her, running her fingers through her hair at an attempt to regain some dignity.

"Oh, there you are," she announced, embarrassed. She had been flipping out because she hadn't heard from the bastard in three weeks, which was uncommon and made her feel like she was loosing her grip on things.

"Here I am," confirmed Chuck, nodding. "And here you are. Pleasant surprise, I might add." He raised his glass at her, and Blair scoffed. It wasn't as if his charm was ever going to work on her.

"Chuuuck," Blair heard a whiny voice call out, and she turned to see a trampy looking, anorexic-thin blonde stumbling out of Chuck's bedroom. "What's taking you so long?"

"You can go now," Chuck said dismissively to the girl, his dark eyes never leaving Blair's face.

Blair watched as the slut pouted, pitifully attempting to rearrange her clothes as she stumbled towards the door. "Who the fuck was that?" she asked, a touch of anger coloring her tone as Chuck raised an eyebrow at her. He thought that the phrase "we should take a break" meant that he could just go back to his man-whorish ways and never have to pay for it?

Obviously, he didn't know Blair Waldorf very well.

"I don't know," replied Chuck nonchalantly, refilling his glass. "Ashley? Agnes? Amanda. It was Amanda."

"I'm impressed you even remember her name," Blair snapped bitterly.

Chuck shrugged. "I hope that was her name. It's what I kept moaning when we-"

Blair held up a hand, wincing. "I don't want to hear it. You're a disgusting pig."

"Mmm," sighed Chuck, smiling smugly. He stood up and began to saunter towards her slowly. "Insult me more."

Blair stepped away from him when he reached for her. "I came to see you, considering we haven't talked in a long time. I wanted… I wanted to make sure everything was all right."

"Waldorf's got a caring gene, who knew," drawled Chuck, tipping his head back and downing his drink in one gulp. He smirked at Blair, who straightened up and glared. "Sorry to worry you."

"You didn't worry me," protested Blair, not liking his condescending tone. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't being an asshole and getting yourself into trouble. It makes us all look bad, you know."

"I'll keep that in mind," Chuck replied, nodding. "In the meantime, why don't you talk to that best friend of yours. She's been getting plenty of press lately, and not of the good variety, as I recall."

"The sordid details of Serena's life are no business of mine," Blair snapped, her chin rising. She didn't like people to acknowledge her as a friend of Serena's when the blonde acted the way she was acting.

"And mine are, how?" Chuck asked, his smirk growing. He turned and walked back towards the bar to fill up again. "Look, Blair, we both know the reason you came. You missed me, and you wanted to see my face again and hear my voice." He turned and grinned at Blair, his face annoyingly smug. "I have that affect on people."

"You're wrong, Bass," Blair said, rolling her eyes. "I came just for the reason I told you I did. And now that I've accomplished what I wanted, I'll be going. Bye."

"Don't go," murmured Chuck, and Blair turned to stare at him. He walked closer to her, and Blair didn't move away when he reached out to touch her arm. "I missed you too."

"I didn't miss you," lied Blair, because she had already let herself be vulnerable and stripped down in front of Chuck, and she would not let it be happening again.

"Maybe if we go in there," Chuck replied, jerking his head towards the bedroom, "you would realize how much you really did miss me."

"Ew." Like she didn't really want that.

She was a good liar.

"I'm telling you I missed you," said Chuck slowly, staring at her. "Why won't you just say you missed me too? We both know you did. It's okay to say it."

No, it was not okay, it never had been and it never would be.

"Why was "Amanda" here?" Blair asked quietly.

Chuck looked away from her chocolate brown eyes. "I was just having a little fun, that's all."

"Did you forget about me?" asked Blair angrily, and she didn't like Chuck knowing that she was upset over this, but she couldn't help it.

"No," Chuck answered. "Of course not."

"Then why the hell-"

"You said you wanted to take a break," Chuck interrupted, taking her by the arm.

"That doesn't mean you can just grab any girl that looks like an easy lay and act like we're not together anymore!"

"We weren't," said Chuck, his voice hard. "Taking a "break", means that you momentarily stop dating. And in that period where we're not dating, anybody I'm with is not considered cheating. It's something you have no right to be mad about. And for the record, she was no easy lay. I had to work my ass off to get her as tipsy and willing as I did."

"That's because nobody would sleep with you sober," snapped Blair.

"I guess those fourteen times with you were just exceptions to that rule, then," Chuck drawled, taking a swig of his drink.

Blair stared at him. He counted?

"Look, if we're together, then I won't do that, okay?" said Chuck, pulling her closer. "It was just Amanda, anyway. She was the only one I let myself do that with."

"Do you promise?" asked Blair, and when she stared into Chuck's eyes, the assurance of getting her heart broken was blatantly staring her in the face.

"Promise." And when Chuck kissed her, she closed her eyes and tried to pretend like kissing back wouldn't hurt her.

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm late, but I-"

Blair turned, her brown hair flying. Her eyes settled on another blond tramp, a different one this time, in the shortest mini skirt in the world that could still be considered a skirt and not underwear.

"I can't fucking believe you," she spat, turning on her heel.

"Blair," Chuck called, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry, I can come back another time," said the blonde, staring at Blair while she stalked by. "I just…I kind of need the money as soon as possible."

"Go right ahead," Blair called, her heels clicking menacingly against the floor. "But I'd watch it. I've heard he's HIV positive." She turned when she reached the door, staring at Chuck with dark, cold eyes. "And I'd watch out for the crabs he most likely got from bitch 1 this morning."

She turned. It had been an eventful 15 minutes.