Prologue

Chuck Bass is a man who likes to reminisce.

He remembered the day he lost his virginity. However, not to the woman he lost it to.

He likes to remember his mother's voice, but never really liked to talk about it publicly.

And most especially, he enjoys replaying the night Blair Waldorf became a woman at the back of his limo. Even if he hasn't used it in years, it's been kept impeccably polished and annually upgraded each year.

But even with this in mind, he hasn't ridden in it for 10 years. Sometimes, not all memories are meant to be remembered, because simply, it leaves you with a painful headache, and makes you think of what could have been.

Knock Knock

'Daddy?'

-.-

Blair Cordelia Waldorf-Howard is a woman who likes to live in the present. She is the mother of the most renowned children in the Upper East Side, and wife to one of the richest men in the world. She holds the annual New Year's Celebration, and each year, everyone is left with awe and captivation. For Blair, the New Year always must be better than the last. Always.

This year is no exception. She's been planning the celebration weeks ahead, and of course invites only Upper East Side's elite.

'Mommy, may I come play dress-up with you?' Aubrey Eleanor Howard shyly walked towards her mother, dressed in a velvet red dress made by her grandmother, one of the world's most famous designers. Her vibrant coffee curls shone under the light of the chandeliers, and her shiny brown eyes shone with hidden mischief.

'Not now Aubrey, how about later when I'm finished with these calls, but you can go play with Drew.'

'But Mommy, Drew hates playing dress-up. All he wants to do is fence!' She began to unleash the alligator tears which always worked with her father, and her mother, because she knows her mother loves it when she uses her 'Waldorf charm'. Especially with getting her way.

'Aubrey, what did I tell you? Only use that when you have good reason. Try convincing Drew to play with you by using that instead. Don't waste those pretty tears on me right now, because they won't work.' Blair scooped up the tiny girl and wiped away the false tears. 'Use that intelligent brain of yours!' and kissed her on the cheek.

An idea struck the smaller Walford.

'Uhmmm, do you think Drew will agree to play Princess and Knights with me? He could practice his fencing while protecting me at the same time!'

'And what is he protecting you from?' Blair knew those phone calls could wait for a little while longer. She promised herself to never treat her children the way her mother treated her and give them her attention when needed.

'From the big bad Drakie! I mean uhm, the dragon!' Aubrey hoped with all her might that her mother didn't catch her say his name. Whenever she mention the Bass boy, her mother became a little weird.

'Drakie? You mean Draco? Ch-Bass' son?' Blair immediately corrected herself. She hadn't thought of the man for a very long time. That morning when she woke up to be exact.

'If you mean Uncle Chuck, Drakie's dad, then yes…' mumbled Aubrey. Darn it.

'You invited him over?' Double darn it! Where's Jill when you need her?!

'Uhhh. Yes?' She meekly replied. Goodbye princess outfits.

Blair slowly drew in a breath. That meant the Basstard was coming. To bring Draco. Meaning, she had to be nice and welcome him. Him. Fuck.

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