Chapter Six: Come Back

"Miss Blair! You have a visitor!" Dorota, the maid, yelled up the stairs.

Blair groaned, running her fingers through her hair. It was early in the morning, and she was just about to go have a shower. Whoever it was, they could wait until she was done so she atleast looked decent.

"I'll be down in fifteen minutes," she yelled back, moving in to her bathroom and starting the shower. When she came out, she was surprised to see no one other than Chuck Bass sitting on her bed, flipping through one of her girly magazines and scoffing at articles.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, using one arm to hug the towel to her body while she extended the other and pulled the magazine out of his hand. A frown appeared on his face for a moment, because apparently, he was interested in reading more about home-made beauty products. The frown was quickly replaced by a smirk, and if it had been a cartoon, a light bulb would've popped out of the top of his head. He leaned forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down on to the bed.

"Happy New Years Eve to you too," he said sarcastically as a response to her less than enthusiastic greeting, pinning her down and moving over top of her. "You should've come over last night. I was in a good mood," he muttered as his hands worked to pull the towel off of her. Blair would've been angry for him just taking advantage of her like this and they had barely said anything to each other yet, but she'd been eager for sex the night before and it was awful when she had to force herself not to go over there. The reason she didn't go was because he had been such a jerk, telling her what to do. She really didn't appreciate it, but all was forgiven now. She couldn't stay mad at him when he was on top of her, being so... amazing.

"I had other plans," she told him, lifting herself off of the blankets so Chuck could completely pull the towel away. She honestly didn't mind that she was naked and he was fully clothed. It just meant that she'd be getting more attention for the time being.

"But you don't have other plans now..." he whispered, pressing a few kisses on to her collarbone. His hand travelled down her side, resting on her thigh and he slowly began to caress it with his fingers.

As if it would have made a difference if Blair did have plans. Chuck showed no sign of stopping, his kisses travelling lower until Blair found it hard to concentrate on talking to him. There was long, torturing foreplay and Chuck seemed to enjoy it when Blair whined for him to stop teasing her. It was so... twisted. He shouldn't have been getting pleasure out of her being miserable. Yet again, she wasn't exactly miserable, just eager to go forward with sex and stop with the foreplay already. Just when he had been about to remove his boxers, his cell phone began to ring from the pocket of his pants, which were on the floor beside the bed. Blair was about to hiss at him not to answer it, but she was too late and he was already bent over the side of the bed, stuffing his hand in to the pocket of the pants and digging his phone out of it.

"Nathaniel. What's up?" Chuck answered the phone, sitting next to Blair on the bed. A look of panic was on her face, as she worried about whether or not one of them would begin to talk about her. Her fears were confirmed when Chuck said, "Blair? Yeah, I've seen her around. Why?" He shot a death glare at Blair once he heard Nate's reply before saying a final few words to him and hanging up.

"Chuck, I'm sorry," Blair whined, grabbing on to his arm as he began to get up from the bed.

"Don't touch me, you stupid bitch. I'm not interested in excuses," he said, pulling his arm away from her. It was obvious that he was upset with her, and he looked at her with a disappointed gaze. He had never expected Blair Waldorf to play him like a fool.

"Stop acting like a girl. You wanted sex, you got sex. Why are you complaining?" she asked from her spot on the bed, since she had no intention of getting up yet. A part of her was still wishing that he'd come back and they could continue what they started.

"You think that's all it was? Sex? Blair, if that's it, we would have been having sex while Nate was still here. There was a reason I didn't want you to cheat on him," he told her, grabbing his pants and tugging them on as quickly as he could.

"Quit the act, Bass. Everyone with half a brain knows that you don't have any feelings. If you were compassionate... it would be out of character. Affairs fuel you, they give you something to do," she insisted, leaning down to take his shirt before he could get it. She put it on, keeping the top few buttons undone so cleavage would show.

"Just because I like having fun doesn't mean I'm not compassionate. I care about Nate, he's my best friend. I thought you respected that," he said quietly, clenching his jaw. "We're really over this time. I don't want anything to do with you. Give me my fucking shirt back." He wasn't above the level of actually forcing a woman if he needed something from her. Yes, sometimes it got out of hand at parties when he was drunk, but when people took something that was rightfully his, he'd do anything to get it back.

Blair wouldn't budge, holding on tightly to the shirt as Chuck attempted to pull it off of her. She didn't want to admit that she was a bitch for lying to him, she didn't want to believe that they were actually over. They hadn't started in the first place. After a few moments he gave up, just grabbing his jacket and pulling it on. He didn't say anything as he left, instead just thinking to himself how stupid he had been for believing that Blair would have actually broken up with Nate for him.

SPOTTED: Chuck Bass, looking sad and lonely, or stoned and lost, wandering the streets of Manhattan and flashing his bare chest from beneath his coat.