Chapter 9 - Knock on my door

"I'd prefer not to go," Blair stated truthfully. "I mean, its just going to be me, Dan, Ryan, Chuck and Desiree," she continued. "No B, I'll come with you! My grandma has a place in the Hamptons too," Serena was trying to convince Blair to go to the Hamptons. Drama & Diamonds had offered Blair an all expense paid trip to the Hamptons for the rest of the summer. The two girls were in Central Park, reading Vogue and occasionally talking about any random topic they thought of.

Blair pondered this idea. It WOULD be much more fun if her best friend was with her...and she always had Chuck, just in case she got bored."So we're all set?" she grinned at her blonde best friend. Serena nodded happily and said "let's go pack."


Hey everyone, Gossip Girl here,

After a week in the Caribbean, I'm headed somewhere closer to home. That's right, Gossip Girl is going to the Hamptons and guess who else is headed in that direction? Rumour has it that B, D, C, R and D got themselves kidnapped on the show, which is why things ended so abruptly. To apologise for the trauma caused, the company offered them a trip to - you guessed it - the Hamptons. It's unlike B to go somewhere for the summer without her best friend, S tagging along, so I'm guessing S and N are also going to be in the gloriously sunny Hamptons. With all my favourite people in one vicinity, there's bound to be some sizzling rendezvous and I promise you, I'll be there to report everything.

Spotted:

B buying expensive (and extremely flimsy!) lingerie for her upcoming trip. Wonder who its for? Can't be N, can it? C drinking himself silly at the Palace hotel bar. What's gotten into him? Everyone knows that drowning your sorrows in alcohol can only mean one thing - girl troubles. One question though, who's the girl? N cuddling in Central Park with a giggling S as her ex-boyfriend, D watched from afar. Awww. Heart-wrenching much?

XOXO

Gossip Girl


Chuck was staring into the honey-coloured liquid in his glass when he noticed a familiar blonde enter the room and take a seat. She threw him a brief glance and ignoring him, proceeded to order a drink. "Desiree, was it?" he asked her, his voice deeper than usual. "Yeah, and you are...?" she furrowed her brow, pretending not to recognise the boy before her. "I'm Chuck Bass," he turned back to stare into his drink. "Oh right! Your dad saved us from those jerks," she said as she twirled a straw between her slender fingers and observed the brunette who downed the rest of his drink and ordered another one. "Something wrong?" she asked, biting her lip. "What makes you think that?" he sneered at her. With a shocked expression, she snapped "so, you just get drunk everyday for no reason?" Taken aback, he put his glass down and faced Desiree.

"I don't know if I can handle Blair. I'm just so used to being with a different woman everyday...the thought of staying with one woman just...scares me," he admitted. Smiling flirtatiously, Desiree gently took his hand in hers and murmured "then maybe you shouldn't be with Blair." Chuck looked up, into her lust-filled, purple eyes and felt himself getting turned on. "You know, I have my own suite here," he smirked at her, drawing circles on her hand with his thumb. The two excitedly left the bar and headed for the Bass suite, hand in hand.


"I have to go, S," Blair said as she began stuffing her things into her pale blue Vercace satchel. "Hot date?" Serena teased. "You could say that," Blair retorted, with a smile as she recalled the message Chuck had left on her voicemail. "Waldorf! If you know what's good for you, you'll be in my suite at 8. You know you can't resist."

With an extra bounce in her step, she entered the Palace hotel and made her way to the suite she knew so well. The door was closed withe the 'do not disturb' sign hanging from the doorknob. What was he up to now? she found herself wondering as she knocked on the door. No one answered it, so she quietly opened the door and slipped into the room. "Chuck?" she called out. Chuck woke up when he heard Blair's voice calling his name. Oh, fuck, he thought to himself as he saw Desiree lying next to him, naked.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Blair glared at him as she finally found him lying comfortably in his bed. "I...uh...yeah. I sort of forgot," he confessed, running a hand through his messy hair and praying that she would not notice the bulge next to him. He had pulled the covers over a sleeping Desiree and had acted casual, as though he was just waking up from a nap.

Suddenly, Desiree moved and Blair's eyes narrowed. "Chuck? Whats that bulge?" she asked innocently, knowing that she was not going to like the answer.

"Oh, hello, Blair," Desiree gave her a dazzling smile as she came out from under the covers and wrapped her arms around Chuck's torso.