Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews for this fic thus far. I'm glad you guys are continuing to read and enjoy it so much. So just a quick recap on where we stand in the story. Its now Tuesday and the wedding is suppose to be happening on Saturday. I know I messed up the time line earlier in this story, and I'm sorry for any confusion. But this is where we stand right now. Chuck has until the wedding to fulfill his end of the deal. Any suggestions that you guys may have for the story are always welcomed, this is of course a work in progress. Now happy readings and remember: REVIEWS=LOVE. xoxo

She was laying in bed reading for her English class, falling more and more in love with The Great Gatsby with every page she turned.

"He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."

Blair sighed as she read over the paragraph, her thoughts automatically shifting to uncharted waters, thoughts of a certain person she had no business thinking about. Thoughts of him invaded her mind and refused to relinquish its hold on her. She closed her eyes and flipped the book closed in her hands. Focus Blair. Forget about him. He means nothing to you. It was just sex. You're not going to act like one of those teenaged girls who starts vowing her undying love for any man who happens to wet her panties and stakes claim on her virginity.

Of course she wasn't! Blair frowned furiously. She was Blair Waldorf. She wasn't in love with him. The idea was simply preposterous. She was simply infatuated. And maybe even that was pushing it. She had been awakened... yes, that word was much better! She had been awakened and he had been the one to do the awakening. It was simply her body wanting to discover more of that hidden pleasure she had been closed off to all these years. Well forget it, she thought to herself. Once was more than enough, Waldorf. You'll just have to get over the idea of Chuck Bass doing all those wonderfully, sinfully, delicious things to your body. Forget about his hands, his fingers, his tongue, his lips, his--

The air in her room thickened suddenly, and she could feel him there without even having to open her eyes. How he had managed to creep into her room and not have her hear a thing, she would never know. But it was pretty disconcerting to say the least.

Sighing in relief that her wayward thoughts had at least been interrupted she opened her eyes and found him leaning against the door frame, arms folded in front of him, infamous asshole smile splayed across his delectable lips. Stop it, Blair!

"Penny for your thoughts," he smirked as he pushed away from the door and walked further into the room.

She scrambled up from her spot of laying on the bed and scowled at him. His grin widened and his eyes sparkled, forcing her to look down to see what he was so intrigued about. Great. Perfect timing for her to pull a Britney Spears. Blushing furiously, Blair readjusted her skirt and pulled it lower around her thighs. "That's none of your business."

"Your thoughts or what's under your skirt?" he teased, enjoying this game of wit and hunting.

"Neither!" Blair answered roughly, standing up from the bed and folding her arms protectively around her body. "What are you doing here, Chuck? I don't want you in my room."

"Where would you like me to take you then?" he stepped forward and chuckled as she took a few steps back, the insinuation in his words making her nervous and making him enjoy every minute of it.

"Get out!" Blair shouted in a panic, fearing that if he got any closer she would become putty in his hands, as she had done this afternoon, and the night before, and the night before that. "You're insufferable."

"OK, truce. I came to call you downstairs. The wedding caterer is presenting a tasting for the family," his expression failing to mask his disgust.

"Oh..." she whispered out, the fact that there was a taste testing going on downstairs and the fact that her mother had been scrambling to and fro all day planning for the wedding, made the reality of it all all the more tangible. She was sure that her face suddenly registered the same expression Chuck now wore.

"Yeah, 'oh'..." Chuck breathed out loudly before turning on his toes and retreating. "Eleanor and my father would really like for you to make haste. They have a wedding to plan by Saturday."

Her heart clutched and she could feel it fall to her stomach. She stood quiet and she watched as he walked out of her room, watched as he shut the door behind himself, listened until she heard his footsteps disappear down the stairs. Frowning and shaking her head for her momentary stupidity, she hurried to rearrange her clothing and put on her shoes before rushing down the stairs to join her convoluted "family."

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"Blair!" her mother said excitedly as soon as she waltzed through the foyer of the dining room. "So wonderful for you to finally join us," Eleanor said as she motioned for Blair to take the seat closest to her on the table. If any good had come out of this ridiculous nightmare Blair now found herself living in, it had to be Eleanor's newfound sense of motherhood and family values. She was actually warm and inviting when she wanted to be. And Blair supposed she owed it all to Bart Bass. Unfortunately for her, Bart was a package deal, and now she'd have to learn to tolerate Chuck too.

"This all looks delicious," Blair said charmingly, knowing her best behavior was expected.

Bart smiled tightly, the only smile she had ever seen him give and signaled for the staff to begin serving the sample dishes. After some rustling about from six or seven odd servants, their dishes were finally before them and they helped themselves to tasting each rationed portion.

"I have to say I prefer the chestnut pappardelle," Chuck said after a few moments of silent eating elapsed and everyone around the table seemed to be engrossed in an overly strict analysis of appearance, texture and flavor of each dish.

"Yeah, the fau grau is a bit rich," Eleanor added as she tasted the final dish before her and smiled in apparent approval.

"If we have to pick only one, I'd have to agree with Chuck," Blair added, spitting out his name quickly as if repulsed by even having to say his name. Chuck smirked as he took a sip of his champagne flute.

"OK," Eleanor nodded, signaling to the servants to serve to following course.

"So, Blair... is Nate coming to the wedding?" Eleanor asked as she took a sip of her champagne and smiled at her daughter.

Blair stole a glance at Chuck and smiled as she saw his jaw clench in agitation. "Actually, I think I'll be going solo. Nate and I are no longer together."

Bart's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really? How odd. I always thought you two made an excellent couple. Bound to experience wedded bliss at some point in your futures."

Chuck's jaw tightened further before he cleared his throat and stared over at Blair who was clearly enjoying his discomfort. Catching her eyes and never letting go, he spoke, "Well they've been over for a while now. And it doesn't look as if they'll be getting back together, considering Nathaniel's already found someone new to keep his interests piqued." He smiled darkly at Blair as he dug in to the plate in front of her and looked away.

Infuriated and embarassed, Blair reddened quickly and fought the urge to stand and slap Chuck at that very instant, parents and servants be damned.

Eleanor studied the exchange between the two of them and decided to cut the tension that had clearly arisen between them. "Well you were too good for him anyway, Blair. I always said that boy had his head in the clouds. Would never prove to be any true value to you in the future. Now, you have to find yourself someone like Bart. These Bass men are just the kind of men you want in your life."

Chuck's smile widened even further as he took a sip of his drink yet again and stared at Blair.

Frowning at him, Blair finished eating what she had in her mouth and wiped her mouth clean. "The venison fallow is quite delicious. I'd go with that one. Now if you'd excuse me, mother, I hate to leave in such haste but I have to finish some work for a project that I have due tomorrow. It's going to take me all night as it is so I'd rather not put it off any longer," Blair said as she stood from her seat and nodded over at Bart.

"Well if you have a project that's due tomorrow I'm sure Charles can help you." Eleanor smiled at Bart and Chuck as they looked on at the exchange between mother and daughter. Chuck sat up straighter and dawned the most innocent smile he could muster at Eleanor.

"Unless he has work to do on his own project. I know my son loves to procrastinate," Bart said, eying Chuck sharply.

"You two can work together. Go ahead Charles. You kids have fun," Eleanor said as the servants began gathering the place settings at Blair's empty seat.

Chuck winked at Blair before reaching out for Eleanor's hand and kissing it gallantly. "Dinner was wonderful, Eleanor. And you look amazing tonight. Now if you'll excuse me, there are some stuff Blair and I have to tend to..."