Spotted: Our very own King and his Queen in a heated lip lock on top of the Met. Looks like B's staking claim on what is rightfully hers... and wants everyone to know it. Rumor has it, one of her own minions got down and dirty with her king. Loyalty's not what it use to be. I'd watch my back if I were you. They say one criminal mind is a dangerous thing to play with. When paired with another, it might just be lethal. Either way I smell destruction on the rise. Remember B, revenge is best served cold.

You know you love me

xoxo

Gossip Girl


He couldn't breath. The petite brunette in his arms had stolen the air supply right out of his body. It didn't even matter to him that his lungs weren't capable of retaining oxygen. All he could hear was the sound of his heart frantically beating against his rib cage. It was pounding so hard he feared the frail organ would explode. A tingling sensation coursed through his frame as he felt her breast brush up against his chest. The heat radiating off of her small body caused a delicious burning sensation to erupt in the pit of his stomach. Like a warm blanket of comfort it cloaked him, making him feel completely safe and serine.

When she finally broke the kiss and pulled away, he looked her dead in the eye. a million questions shinning in his darkened orbs.

"What was that for?" Chuck questioned breathlessly, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, lifting it slightly.

"That was me, proving a point," she answered coldly. A sickly sweet smile, not quiet reaching her eyes, plastered on her face. Making her beautiful features seem distorted. He was taken back at the amount of hatred that burned there for him.

Stepping out of arms reach, she shot him one last subtle glare, before turning her back on him. He stood there for a moment, aiming a non malice glare her back in return as she walked away from him. Leaving him alone to contemplate what the hell he did wrong. His eyes never wavered from her form as she gracefully retreated back to where her friends were waiting for her, he noted absently his sister among the group.

The blonde chose that exact moment to glance in his direction. Locking eyes with her, she regarded him tightly before offering a condescending scowl. Not turning her attention back to the girls until she noticed that her best friend was greeting her.

"Women." Chuck mumbled under his breath, a mask of calm covering his state of bewilderment. Shaking his head slightly to himself, he turned and started off in the opposite direction, toward St. Jude's.

Blair was walking though the court yard after school when a hand grabbed her arm, the force causing her spin her around and crash straight into the chest of the perpetrator. She took in a sharp breath of surprise. She mentally noted how warm the embrace was. That was, before she realized that the unknown hand and chest belonged to none other than Chuck Bass, her faux-ex-boyfriend. Her face quickly dipped into a fierce scowl as she narrowed her chestnut orbs at him.

"What do you want Bass?" She snapped, not in the mood to deal with him and his over feed ego at that moment.

"Awe B, I missed you too," Chuck cooed sarcastically, a mask of loathing hiding his unresolved true feelings.

Blair raised an eyebrow offering no verbal response to his sarcasm.

"What's gotten your skin this time princess? No wait let me guess.. Is it Jenny? Was a mean girl out of line? Or did someone disrespect you by buying the last pair of this seasons hottest Milano's in your size?" Chuck chastised, smirking at her.

"The only thing that's bothering me today is you," she stated flatly, feigning indifference.

"Well, a kiss does sort of send the wrong signal," he mused running a hand lightly up her arm. He inwardly smiled to himself when he felt her body react and shutter beneath his fingertips.

"Yes and you're an arrogant prick." Blair scolded, displeased that her body would betray her in such a humiliating way. She skimmed the surrounding area to avoid causing a scene before swatting his wondrous hand away.

"Ouch, you cut deep B." He held his hand up to his heart, pouting a little to appear hurt.

"Oh I'm sorry. Here I was thinking that we were talking about things that were irrelevant." She chided, sarcasm dripping from her every word.

"Maybe I can lift your spirits," he offered, a smug grin pulling at his smooth lips. Pretty soon she would be right where he wanted her. wriggling underneath him.

"Unless you're going to do the world a favor and jump off the Empire State Building or something equally un-devastating, than I highly doubt it." Her voice was sugar as she grasped him a little too roughly by his lapel and pretended to dust lent off of him.

"Um no. I was thinking along the lines of business that needed to be attended to," he replied suavely. Choosing to ignore her rude comment, he quirked an eye brow seductively. She was such a fire cracker. It was undoubtedly the biggest turn on in well, if he were honest with himself he would say ever. He had never, in his teenage sex life, wanted someone as much as he wanted her.

"No Chuck! I'm not having sex with you yet!" Blair yelled in a hushed whisper, just loud enough for a few passing stragglers to hear as she pretended to be offended. To hell with Grace Kelly, if he was going to humiliate her by turning her body against her, then she could play that game. She would embarrass him the only way she knew how, his reputation. Before long everyone in school would know that the great Chuck Bass wasn't getting any. From his girlfriend none the less. They would assume the great Upper East Side playboy had lost his touch.

"Wait. What?" he asked, caught off guard. That was definitely unexpected.

She shot him an amused smirk before releasing her tight grip on his suit, making sure to pat him a little too hard as she turned and headed for the nearest escape.

What the hell was she talking about? He thought.

"Wait! Where are you going? My limo is in the other direction." Chuck questioned, following right on her thousand dollar heels. He never failed to hold the upper hand no matter what; Blair Waldorf would be no exception.

"Why should I care where your limo chose to park?" she asked, annoyed that he wouldn't just leave her alone.

"I'm sure you don't intend on walking to work in your limited addition Jimmy Choo's." He teased, knowing that she wouldn't want to ruin her precious extremely costly wardrobe.

"I do and I will." She refuted, refusing to acknowledge that she hadn't thought of that. She would just call a cab, anything to stay away from him at the moment.

"And how, may I ask, do you know where we are going?" He inquired, knowing she was beyond frustrated. He could feel her annoyance rolling off of her in waves; he just had no idea what he had done. Mentally he racked his brain for an answer; he couldn't have her slipping away when he was so close to obtaining his goal.

"I am not incompetent; I know my way to your office. I don't need you to escort me there, I manage to make it there everyday without the help of your limo." Blair hissed coming to a halt, turning only to glare at him.

"Ah, yes, if that were the case, I would let you walk. His tone smarmy, pleased with himself that she had finally stopped walking. He loved being in charge and making her squirm. As long as he held the power, he was happy.

"Out with it Bass." Blair demanded bluntly, setting her plump, full lips into a firm line.

"We will be going on location today." Chuck informed her bossily, a light smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"To where?" she frowned, clearly not to happy that she would have to go out of the office with him.

"The venue to my latest investment," he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He spared her a sideways glance, wondering if she was really that dense, or if something was holding her attention elsewhere.

"Why must I be there? Can't I sit this one out? You know stay at the office, do my school work as usual?" she pressed, trying to find a way out of having to go anywhere with the bastard. She was sure if given the chance alone with him, she wouldn't hesitate to murder him. She made a mental note that if she did, to cut of his favorite appendage first and foremost.

"If that is what you want to do, I won't stop you." Chuck said, his smirk growing larger at the sight of triumph in her eyes. "But, I would hate to inform Mrs. Waldorf that her daughter can not handle the tasks handed to her."

Her face immediately dropped at the mention of her mother. That son of a bitch!

"Fine." Blair scowled, she hated that he held that over her. Pay back would be in order soon enough.

"Right this way princess," he gloated. He lead her to the west side of the building, where the limo awaited them.

The limo ride was a short one, Blair had chose to sit as far away from Chuck as humanly possible, staring out the window the entire time. It was really hard to try to make someone like you when most of the time, you hated them. She was frustrated that she even had to be here for his little meeting. Sometimes she didn't know weather she wanted to kiss him with everything she possessed or slap him as hard as she could across the face. She was leaning towards the second one at the moment, although the thought of his lips pressed against hers didn't seem too bad either. In fact, it seem kind of tempting now that she thought about it. They were so soft and tender...

"We're here." Chuck's voice announced loudly, breaking though her silent debate.

"Where is here exactly?" she asked, a little nervous. She always liked to picture the worst case scenario. That way, there is no room for surprise. Knowing Chuck Bass he had probably brought her to some old rusted down warehouse that he would use to turn into a porno studio. After all she had seen the evidence that he was into that kind of thing. Even worse, what if he wanted to turn it into an office. Secretly running an escort service under ground, or prostitution ring? Maybe, it's both! He could use the prostitutes or escorts for the porno's! Okay, sure, that was a bit much. She was being crazy. She was letting her imagination get the best of her. But then again, maybe she wasn't… One thing was for sure, if he wanted sluts for any of the above he could take Ava. Oh wait, he did that already. She remembered how much he loved her starring in his porno!

"Are you coming Waldorf? Or are you just going to sit there staring into space all day?" Chuck asked amused, he had been trying to get her attention for at least five minutes.

She let out a loud huff as she opened her door and stepped onto the street, slamming the door behind her.

"Is everything alright over there?" Chuck inquired, smirking. He couldn't help but feel that she was extremely sexy when angered. It was a turn on of his to watch her wrath.

"Oh yes, everything is just perfect." Blair lied through gritted teeth, faking enthusiasm. Yes, she decided, she definitely wanted to slap that smirk off his face.

Chuck stopped, looking up at the building in front of him, and smiled. Blair took notice to that; realizing that she had never really seen a true smile on his features. Sure she had seen him smirk, almost constantly, but that was nothing like the genuine smile that light up his face at that moment. It suited him, she decided. Cautiously she feel beside him to follow his gaze.

"Wow.." Blair announced a little in awe that someone so devious could pick such a beautiful place. All previous thoughts fleeting her mind as appraised the building in front of her.

The building its self was smaller than what you would expect from Bass Inc. It held a certain historic feel to it. It was obvious that the place had been around for a while, at least since the 1940's. She couldn't help but admire the low profile simplicity of the architecture. It was elegant. Being the traditional girl Blair was, to say she loved it, would not be justice to how she felt.

"Wait till you see the inside!" Chuck smiled at her response, taking her hand firmly in his grasp; he led her to the double door entrance.

Enraptured with the beautiful décor, she complied, without hesitation. Mentally noting how right their hands felt clasped together. Surely he hadn't noticed he was holding her hand, otherwise he might have freaked out already. She chose to stay silent and just enjoy the moment for what it was. She was after all, witnessing a different side to Chuck, that she almost certain no one ever got a chance to see.

Upon walking through the glass doors she gasped. It was amazing. She had never seen anything quiet as unique and intriguing in her life time. There was a stage at the head of the room that over looked a large dance floor. Both with the same historic feel as the outside of the building. Directly in front of the stage was a red velvet plush love seat. A grand mahogany bar ran across the right side of the room, with at least a dozen bar stools. Standing in the center of the room she noticed that behind her there was an upper deck. It had tables and couches similar to the one in front of the stage. The entire place had been decorated richly in deep reds and gold.

"What is this place?" she asked her voice still in awe, as she took in her surroundings.

"Victrola, my latest investment," he stated proudly. Clearly pleased that she adored it.

"It's beautiful," she breathed. She turned to meet his eyes, a brilliant smile overcoming her beautiful features.

"It pales in comparison," he whispered huskily. His eyes raking over her delicate tiny form before coming to a rest on the slight curve of her hips.

"To what?" Blair wondered suspiciously. She wasn't sure if he was referring to her, but if so, there was probably a hidden meaning behind it.

"Why don't we take a seat?" Chuck offered, ignoring her question as he tugged on their joint hands gently. She let him lead her to the love seat that sat in front of the stage fluidly without resistance. The small smile lingering on her lips as she stared at their entwined fingers. She mental noted how perfect it felt. Oh what was she saying? She did not think that anything related to the subject of Chuck Bass should be deemed perfect. Gross, she definitely needed to push that though as far away as possible.

He stood beside her, hand in hand and he waited for her to take a seat on the plushy material. Once she did he let go of his hold on her hand reluctantly, causing Blair to mask the frown of disappointment at the loss of connection as he took his place on the seat beside her.

"So you like it?" he clarified, leaning back to get comfortable in an attempt to be more like himself. He had too many emotions running through his body at once; it was like that every time she was around. He wasn't use to the feelings, it was like he lost all free will and had no idea how to just be himself, every time she was near all he wanted to do was make her his. Mark her as his own, so that no other man could so much as look in her direction. Whatever this woman was doing to him, one thing was for sure, it was not a normal feeling.

"I love it," Blair stated honestly, the sincerity of her words flashing briefly through her eyes.

"Good, I'm glad you agree. I was thinking, the grand opening is set to unveil on Friday." Chuck addressed casually, watching her face drop at announcement. Before she could give a proper Waldorf melt down he continued. "Now I know that is the same day as your party, so I decided that instead of revealing it to the public, its opening night could be a private party? That is if you don't already have a location. Think of what people would say when they found out that Blair Waldorf managed to throw the party of the year in one of the hottest clubs before it was even open."

He stared at her intently as she mauled over his words, considering what he was offering her.

She looked up, meeting his eyes dead on, with a mischief gleam twinkling deeply in her eyes. The intensity in her dark chocolate orbs made his heart stop. It truly was a freighting sight, yet beautiful at the same time, if only to his eyes. He was so mesmerized that he didn't notice as she suddenly stood up. Finally he came back to earth just as took her second step away from him.

"Wait! Where are you going now?" Chuck asked, slightly bewildered at the sudden movement. He couldn't quiet wrap his head around what had just happened. All he knew is he was getting tired of having her walk away from him.

She paused in her steps to throw a quick glance over her shoulder, emphasizing her raised eye brow and ironically enough to him, a smirk that rivaled his own.

"We have a lot to plan and very little time to plan it."

She turned back around so her back was facing him to resume her haughty exist. He took two large strides across the floor before she could even take her first step. Wrapping his arm around her midsection he pulled her firmly against his chest as he buried his nose in her immaculately soft curls. She gasped at the unexpected intimate contact, feeling as vulnerable as she had that night in the kitchen. Flames licked the inner line of her stomach as she felt his restrained member press along her back side, her skin burning while he rubbed his nose across the soft skin of the back of her neck. A thick fog settling over her mind, all she could do was feel. She couldn't speak or move, barley remembering to breath. He was intoxicating and she wanted nothing more to succumb to him. She knew deep in her mind, under the thick mass of haze, that it wasn't right. She wasn't right. As much as she wanted to believe that she was different, she knew that it wasn't true. If she slept with him, she would end up just another notch on his bed post and that would not do. No matter how bad her body wanted it, her brain new better.

"I agree. I'll meet you at your place. Seven o'clock," he demanded huskily. He was determined to have the upper hand and not be walked out on. He pressed a tender kiss below her ear before he withdrew from her body completely and took a step back to clear his head. Plastering a wicked smirk on his face, he straightened his jacket and he stepped around her, headed for the door himself.

Wait! Where was he going? Blair wondered as her mind began to clear. She was so overwhelmed with the many very different feelings swimming through her body. It was so confusing, she couldn't even pin point a single one, it was as if her body was going hay wire on its own accord.

As if he could read her mind, he answered her unasked question. "You are dismissed for now. Take a cab home. I'll see you then. Oh! And Waldorf, don't keep me waiting,"

With that he was out the door, leaving a very shell shocked Blair Waldorf to stare at the glass doors he had retreated through just moments before.

What the fuck was that?

He hadn't meant to be rude; he just had to get the hell away from her before he did something that he would later regret. He had to learn to control these impulses; he had never done something without an anterior motive. He had just kissed Blair, because he felt like it. Something that had never happened. Lust was a dangerous emotion. Blair Waldorf was going to be the death of him.


A/N: Since everyone wanted to bitch and moan about my failure to beta this chapter, I did. I hadn't realized it was that error-ed. I would like to point out that their are ways to criticize my writing without being a total dick about it. Find more productive ways to point out problems. You don't have to be a douche. Anyways, I am a BETA. I re-edited. The next chapter will be posted with in a day or two. Since I apparently can't read, I have spent extra time making sure it was to your high maintenance standards.

"Suspicious character"- Blood arm