My fingers traveled across the smooth polished wood of my armoire as I casually lifted my eyebrow when I discovered there was a line of dust that shouldn't have been there. I chuckled, knowing I was going to give Dorota a piece of her mind and tease her about how she failing at her job.

I slowly moved towards the closet and chose a pink shift that was very low-cut down the middle and left nothing to the imagination. A small smirk came to my face as I thought of how Nate wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me as soon as he got home.

Nate.

Thinking of him brought an instant smile to my face as my gaze traveled down to the solid ten karat rock on my ring finger. I absentmindedly twirled it around on my finger and noticed for the dozen time how it weighed down my hand. Something I secretly liked. Nate and I were Upper East Side royalty. Dating and promised to each other since we were practically in diapers. Something that I actually resented when we were growing up but then I fell for Nate Archibald when I was a teenager and was thrilled at the match. I could have everything with Nate. Love, money, connections; people took notice of me when I was with Nate. Not that I didn't have my own money but without Nate I was just another rich girl; together we were picture perfect and powerful.

He bores you, Blair.

I waved my arm in the air and snapped my fingers as if that would get my inner voice to stop speaking these thoughts to me. That wasn't true! I loved Nate. Yes, he worked a ton and sometimes I rarely saw him during the day but that was for our future. He was providing for us and I loved him so much for that. I knew that as soon as we settled into married life that things would change. We would become more passionate together and settle into a routine that suited us both.

That sounds like a business deal; not love.

I growled in frustration. I needed to shut my stupid thoughts up. I was just getting nervous because it was less than a month until the wedding. Yes, that was it. No more thinking for tonight. As soon as Nate was home, I knew he would ease these concerns and tell me I was being silly and we could laugh it off as nothing.

I dragged a brush through my chocolate locks to straighten them. Nate loved my hair straight and I wanted to give him everything since he had been so good to me. I dabbed some perfume on my wrists and between my breasts before putting a strand of pearls around my neck that dangled between my cleavage before falling into my chemise.

I took note of the time and realized how late it was getting before moving to our plush four-poster bed and lying across it. I slightly parted my legs and waited for my husband-to-be to get home.

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"Hey, babe?" Nate casually glanced up from a business proposal as he asked me the question.

"Yes?" I responded, but was biting my tongue already. Nate only used "babe" when he was trying to butter me up for something that he knew I wasn't going to like.

He grinned at me and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Do you remember my college friend? Chuck?"

I snorted in disgust. "You mean the manwhore that you went to school with? Yes, unfortunately I remember him. Why?"

"I asked him to stay with us for the next month until the wedding is here." He held up his hand when he noticed I was going to interrupt. "I plan on asking him to be my best man."

I leaped off the couch at hearing this news. "What!" It just exploded out of me. I tried to take a few calm, deep breaths; like yoga taught me to do. It wasn't working. "He can't stay with us, Nate. I hate him! Don't piss off your bride. I might withhold sex."

My fiance just laughed. The only thing was that I wasn't joking in the least.

"He's not your biggest fan either, Blair. I know you two don't like each other but it's been years since I've seen him."

"I don't care, "I whined with a petulant little pout. I knew I was acting like a spoiled child but usually if I did, Nate would wind up giving me whatever I wanted. Chuck made me uneasy. He was crass. Crude. Unbecoming. I was worried what his being around would mean for Nate. I didn't want him to fall back into that frat boy party behavior he used to have.

"Blair. This is non-negotiable. He's staying. Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Of course," I responded meekly. "He just makes me uncomfortable."

"He'll be on his best behavior, Blair Bear." I cringed inwardly at his nickname for me. I always had hated it.

"I've already told him that you come first to me and that he needs to get along with you to make me happy, "Nate continued. "He's having a tough time, Blair. He's coming back from London where a few businesses he tried to make happen failed. Miserably, I might add. He's not successful like we are. I want to help him get back on his feet. He didn't even want to take my offer of help. He's bitter about the way things ended in London."

"There seems like there is more to the story that you are leaving out."

"I don't even know the full story myself. I only know that things didn't work out like he had hoped and he's having a tough time recovering."

"So this is charity?"

"Yes and no. I really want to get to know Bass again. I want to reconnect with some old friends, Blair. I feel like I'm all business all the time. I want to change that before we get married so I can spend more time with you as well."

My heart softened at his declaration. I could get along with Chuck for Nate. We would just stay out of each other's way and I would go on preparing for the wedding and making some of the final decisions. I looked at my handsome Nate and chucked him under the chin before placing a kiss on his cheek. "You're lucky I love you, Archibald."

"Yes. I most certainly am."

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I let out a huff as I looked through my racks of clothing. Nate was picking up Chuck from the airport and I was annoyed with myself that I couldn't decide what to wear. Like Chuck's opinion mattered to me.

It didn't.

I didn't understand why he was having this effect on me. I had met Chuck a handful of times and always thought him to be an asshole. Nothing had changed so why did it matter what I wore? I was Blair Waldorf and didn't need to impress anyone. He needed to impress me. Not the other way around. I supposed I just wanted to get along with him so things went smoothly with Nate. I know he was really looking forward to seeing Chuck and he had given me so much; I didn't want to disappoint him.

I finally settled on a cream-colored dress with scalloped edges and lace. I put on some sky-high heels and dainty emerald earrings. I walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at my reflection before turning slightly to look at my profile sideways.

This dress makes my ass look great.

I scoffed out loud. That didn't matter. If I was dressing just for Nate then it would. But not for the likes of him.

I finished getting ready and had just curled the last lock of my hair when I heard Nate's voice call out my name. Nerves fluttered in my stomach.

Showtime.

I took a few deep breaths and left the bedroom before travelling down the stairs. Nate and Chuck were in the living area. Their backs to me and both were drinking a glass of whiskey.

I cleared my throat.

Nate turned around right away. "There you are, darling," he said while he strode over to me and gave me a quick kiss across the lips. Chuck still hadn't turned around and I quirked an eyebrow to Nate before he finally turned around.

The breath left my lungs right away. He was devastatingly handsome. His hair was chocolate brown like mine was but it was swept off to the side so I could see his eyes and the smirk he wore. He had on charcoal grey slacks that fit him like a glove and a light blue button-down shirt that he had tucked into his pants. The sleeves were rolled up to his wrists so I could see the bulge of his arms and the definition that was there.

I swallowed hard.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. I hated this man and rage bubbled in my veins and the reaction that he was causing.

I inclined my head towards him. "Bass." The words came out syrupy sweet with a bit of bite to them.

The smirk grew on his face. "Waldorf. Been a long time."

"Not long enough for me."

He barked out a laugh. "Have the claws out already, B?"

Nate sighed next to me but I was glad we were already having a tiff. I felt comfortable doing this. This was where Chuck and I excelled. Fighting. Acting like the other was a nuisance.

"No claws, Chuck. Just commenting on the fact that I would've been happy if I spent the rest of my life never seeing you again."

He walked slowly towards me; every step measured. It was like Nate wasn't even in the room. The tension was through the roof and felt like a rubber band; like it could snap at any moment.

He stopped when he was a few inches away from me and grabbed a curl of my hair with his fingers and pulled it until it sprung back. I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me," I hissed out.

The sardonic smirk stayed on his face. "Trust me, I don't want to touch you. Only trying to see if that stick is still firmly lodged up your ass." He looked me up and down with a sneer. "You look like a virgin that still has her legs firmly closed. Have you still not given it up to Nate?"

I gasped and Nate immediately punched Chuck on the arm and told him to knock it off and that he didn't want to deal with this bullshit between us.

"A virgin?" I questioned him. A small smile curled on my lips. "Is it because I'm wearing white?"

"You looked too prim. Too proper. Like you need to be ridden hard."

The smirk on Chuck's face only grew as Nate shouted at him to knock it the fuck off.

A laugh escaped me. A honest-to-god genuine laugh. I crooked my finger and motioned for Chuck to bend down. He did until my lips were at his ear. "I haven't been a virgin in almost a decade."

He straightened his back and started to rise to his full height and gave me a look that said he clearly didn't believe me.

I fake smiled at him and told Nate that I was going to call Serena and make a day out of it with her. I grabbed my Hermes purse and before I left the room, I got one more parting shot in.

"Chuck?"

He turned back around to look at me with disdain. "What?"

"I'm ridden hard almost every night. You don't even know how hard I'm talking."

I saw his mouth drop open and waved my fingers at both of them before taking my exit.

I grinned to myself. That had been fun and I had gotten the best of him. One point awarded to me in our never ending war.

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A/N: I'm not sure how active this community still is, but I'm really loving this story! Thank you for reading as always. Would you like to see the next part in Chuck's POV or should I continue in Blair's? Next update in a week!