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"I don't want you calling me, I don't want you messaging me, I don't want you showing up 'accidentally' whenever I'm around. Just stay away, Chuck!" Blair whispered with more conviction than she actually felt as she hung up the phone.

How dare he assume that he could just walk in and out of her life whenever he felt up to it, whenever it suited his needs. She didn't need him. No Blair Wardolf needed no one. She had proven that to herself over the years, especially this past summer when Chuck had pulled a no-show at the heliport.

After months of wallowing in pain and degradation, Blair had managed to hit Constance Billiard with a big bang. She had regained her spot as Queen B, and her senior year was going along nicely. She was casually dating, nothing serious and nothing permanent. She had decided that after spending most of her childhood and adolescence with a boyfriend, she would lay low in that department this final year in New York. She still planned to go to Yale, maybe me a nice guy who would sweep her off her feet, and be married by the end of her 4 years in college.

Chuck Bass was no longer part of her plans. He had never really been except for that short lapse of judgment a few months ago. For only a brief moment she had pictured herself being with Chuck, but after the stunt he pulled on her she had yet to fully forgive him. They were friends, uncomfortably so, seeing as they ran in the same social circle. Being around him was still difficult. She saw him with other women and she hated it. She hated herself for reacting at all. And then she hated it even more when Chuck would shower her with the same attention he had before.

She couldn't seem to keep her emotions in check around him. He always brought out a reaction, either upsetting her usual calm and collected demeanor, or turning her on in very public ventures.

She thought about the day before when Chuck had managed to slip out of St. Jude hall and into the Billiard hall, grabbing her as she made her way to her class and pulling her into the bathroom. Before Blair could even register what was happening, Chuck had thrown her inside a bathroom stall and was kissing her wildly. Feeling his tongue mating with hers, feeling his hands grabbing at her body roughly made Blair's inhibitions fail her as she gave in to his kiss, to his touch.

Sighing into his mouth, Chuck took control of the situation, grabbing the end of Blair's uniform and hiking it up to her waist. His magical hands managed to make quick work of Blair's underwear, and before Blair had time to protest, shoved his fingers inside of her.

Blair's world seemed to slip away. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. Her entire being was centered on that spot that Chuck was touching deep within her. Even after so many months, he still knew exactly where to touch her, how much pressure to apply, how fast and hard to pump into her.

Her knees weakened but Chuck managed to grab her and hold her tight against him. His fingers picked up the pace, driving her insane, causing her to moan loudly. Chuck brought his mouth down on her, silencing her before she drew attention from anyone still hanging around the hallways. Just then he felt her begin to tighten even more so, her body started to buck against him, and he felt her sweet release against his hand. He looked down at her and saw her beautiful face marred from his demanding kisses. Her lips were swollen with no hint of the color she wore this morning, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was slightly tousled. She looked like a women who had just been satisfied. Chuck smiled at Blair.

He had wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there, satisfy his needs as well as her own as they took themselves crashing over the edge and into oblivion. Blair knew that look on his face. That desperate need in his eyes was one she had gotten well acquainted with in the few short weeks that their tumultuous affair lasted. But for some reason Chuck didn't give in to it. He helped her straighten out her dress, wiped her with her panties and quickly discarded them. Looking at her longingly for one last time, he kissed her roughly and walked away without saying a word.

And now he assumed he could just start calling her again wanting to meet up. Blair groaned as the familiar heat crawled into her body at the thought. She thought of all the things Chuck had told her over the phone, all those words that he knew excited her, that made cave in to his touch. She had wanted to tell him to come over, to have him touch her, tease her, take her. But she couldn't. No, not after everything. She didn't want to continue such an unhealthy relationship with Chuck. If he wanted her, he needed to realize it was a package deal. No more quickies in the bathrooms, no more secrets, no more lies. Blair Wardolf didn't do secret love affairs. Leave that to the experts, she just wanted to love and be loved for all the world to see.

Chuck let out a frustrated sigh. Blair had hung up on him and it left a sour taste in his mouth. He had wanted her, his body was aching for her ever since yesterday afternoon and the passion they'd shared in the Constance Billiard bathroom stall. He could still feel her and taste her against him, and his groin painfully demanded his attention.

Chuck didn't understand why he didn't just have sex with her then and there. She had been more than willing. He could see the question in her eyes as he'd pulled away and let her go. She had wanted him to take over her, to make love to her, to make them both dizzy with the satisfaction they brought each others bodies. But he couldn't. Wouldn't. He wanted Blair, but he wanted more than her body. He wanted to win her heart back and put an end to the tension that existed in their relationship. He wanted her to give him a second chance, to prove to her that he had changed and that these past few months had been torture without her. It was already December and Chuck had not been able to sleep with any other woman. It was almost six months he thought pitifully. Before, he'd have a new partner in his bed at the very least every other night. But now, no woman could compare to Blair and he only wanted her.

It seemed to him that the old tactics were not going to work. He had been smug and a bit of an asshole with her. He knew she enjoyed their verbal confrontations, the power struggle between them. Many times she got the upper hand, but then again Chuck's wit was unsurpassed. Chuck drained the final sip of rum that was in his glass and stood. Wardolf didn't want that side of him. She had already given it a chance once and he'd let her down. This time he intended to do no such thing. If romance was what Blair wanted and needed to see that he truly loved her, well then romance she could get.

Chuck Bass style.