Chuck Bass was not one to play gentle. So when the fragile girl beneath him started whimpering, he only pushed harder. His mouth found hers. Hot, rough kisses stopped the whimpering and her breathing sped up. She was in pain, he could tell, but Chuck Bass would not stop until both parties were in pure exstacy, he always made sure of it.
"Ohhhh God..." She moaned, "CHUCK!"
That was that. One final thrust and her body was shaking in pleasure. He fell beside her, body tired, both breathed heavily. She rest her head on his shoulders, arms wrapped around him.
Chuck Bass was not one for cuddling. He got up rather quickly and threw on his boxers. With a lit joint in one hand, he poured himself a glass of whiskey on ice from across the room. He looked back at his bed, the stunning blonde girl now laid upwards, smirking at him dangerously, asking for more.
"Leave."
"What?"
"Get out of here."
"You've got to be kidding-"
Chuck Bass was not one to repeat himself. He didn't respond. Rather, he took his drink to the next room and threw himself onto the couch in the spacious suite. He could hear muffled swearing as she looked for her clothes in the next room.
"You're an asshole." He heard her yell, rather loudly.
He just smirks and takes another sip. What was new?
Suddenly the door swung open.
He stood up and turned quickly to see the stunning brunette just burst through the room. He smiles at her sincerely as she takes off her coat. The door closes abruptly behind her and she makes her way towards him, stopping dead in her tracks as the tall blonde girl, Amber? Amanda, was it? entered their view.
She lets out a small chuckle as if she's amused and changes direction to walk directly to the bar to fix herself a drink. The confused blonde girl just looks from Chuck Bass to the brunette. Shaking her head, she rolls up her knee socks, slips on her boots and quickly walks out the room in uncomfortable silence.
Once the door slams shut Chuck Bass shines his signature smirk and raises his glass before chugging the rest of his whiskey. She does the same.
"What's her name?" She asks.
"Amber." He replies honestly, his ridiculous smirk growing wider."Or was it Amanda?...You know it doesn't matter, Blair."
She throws herself graciously onto the arm chair, crossing her legs and circling the rim of her glass with her perfectly manicured fingers.
"True" she replies, taking another sip.
He takes a seat on the end of the couch near her, caressing the skin on her legs with his warm hands, sending shivers down her spine.
She takes a moment before pushing his hand away.
"Not after you've touched" her eyebrows furrowed "Am-"
"Never stopped you before." He shoots back before she could finish.
"Urgh, you're disgusting." she stands up and grabs her purse.
"Wait, I'll go clean up, wait for me?" He asks as innocent as possible.
She looks down at his disgruntled face, almost begging in desperation.
She nods quietly and sits back down as he walks towards his bathroom.
"Sure you don't want to join me?"
"Can't, I have dinner with Nate in an hour." she replies automatically, eyes on the phone in her hand.
Realizing her mistake she turns to search for his reaction, he only shakes his head and closes the door behind him.
She waits to hear the shower turn on before sighing deeply falls back into her chair.
She takes another shot at her drink and tries to clear her head. Here she was in Chuck Bass's suite, once again, for god knows how many times now. Playing his game, their game, with their unspoken set of rules.
She could no longer remember when either of them decided to play, but now neither of them could stop until there would be one clear winner. She pushed, and he pulled, and they followed closely to these unspoken rules. One of which...she just broke.
She would never mention Nate. This rule was Chuck's, of course. And he would continue to sleep with whoever he pleases.
Blair's set of rules were just as selfish. She would come and go as she pleases, he would never ask about Nate and no matter who he was sleeping with, she always came first. All of which he happily obliged.
None of these rules were ever spoken, but somewhere along the lines, they understood. And they played along wIllingly, and sometimes unwillingly,
Blair picks up a pair of panties under the coffee table and throws them across the room in disgust. She could remember the first time she found him with someone else. Chuck was her escape. He was her escape from her chaotic, stressful, picture perfect life with Nate. Then one day she had found him in a compromising position with some trashy whore in his room. Suddenly her escape caused more pain than what she had ran from in the first place. So she ran again. She ran out of the room crying, tears streaming as Nigra Falls. He reached her before she could reach the end of the hallway. And he took her back into his arms. And they stood there. She, fully clothed and he wrapped loosely in a robe, both naked, vulnerable. She was buried into his chest and he held on for dear life. And he waited. And she cried. And waited. And she left. No words were spoken. None were needed.
She returned, of course, she always returned. It was awhile before the second time she had found him with someone else. And the third time. And the forth. And soon she lost count. And each time the tears were less, the shock wore off and rule #2 was set in motion. They never talked about it.
So she continued to play. She couldn't stop. She wouldn't. Not until there would be one clear winner.
Her phone buzzed in her hand and woke her from her deep thoughts.
NEW MESSAGE
She flipped it open.
I have to cancel. Something came up. Call you soon. 3 Nate
The bathroom door open as the hot steam escapes. Chuck stood before her, one hand on the towel around his waist, the other held onto the back of his neck.
Perfect. She thought.
She turned off her phone and threw it aside.