Title: Crueler Intentions

Chapter Title: The Beautiful and the Scammed

Author: Shelby

A/N: You are all amazing. Please enjoy.

Extra Note: The chapter title was created from a movie coming out in 2011 called The Beautiful and the Damned. It's based off a book written by Scott Fitzgerald, but in fact more so the true story of him and his wife who many have said he based the book off of. Check it out on IMDB if you're interested. The book was very good.

XOXOXOXOXO

Blair sat ever so innocently on a bench outside of Bendels. She hummed to herself, doe brown eyes scanning the street for a familiar black limo. Finally, it pulled up a few minutes later and the door opened. She glanced around, smirked, and climbed in.

"He's working against you, Bass," Blair reported as she slid over closer to him. He sat in the middle of the limo, reading the paper. She knew he was listening closely though.

"All my competitors are," Chuck replied in a low drawl. He took a sip of his Scotch and set it down. Eyes never left the page though.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, "No, I mean he is gathering up the other buyers and your board one by one." The moment those words left her lips his head jerked up and their eyes met. She smiled in accomplishment.

He frowned in confusion, shaking his head; "You found this out in one night? Did you blatantly ask him or—?"

Blair shrugged as she interrupted him with, "He likes to brag when we—"

Chuck put a hand to her lips and cut her off. He then smiled tensely. "Finish that sentence and I may hit my first girl," he warned, narrowing his eyes.

"Well aren't you a keeper?" Blair teased with a smirk as she moved his hand away from her mouth. She then opened up her compact and began to fix her hair. His eyes watched her every move. She felt it and loved it.

"So where does he think you are now?" Chuck tried to ask casually. His eyebrows rose and he scooted closer to her. His hand snaked around her waist.

"Visiting family," Blair responded. She wiped under her eyes with her index finger and then closed the compact.

"Ha!" he scoffed.

She turned towards him and ruby lips pursed. "What?" she asked in an annoyed voice. Her left eyebrow kinked.

He chuckled, "Like you'd actually go see Eleanor willingly." He knew that Blair hadn't spoken to her mother in months.

"That's because she's a bitch," Blair retorted. She leaned back in her seat and stills hot him a not too pleased look. She didn't want to talk about Eleanor Waldorf-Rose. Her mother had nothing to do with the game and therefore didn't let it concern her.

"Like mother, like daughter, baby," Chuck smirked. He then leaned into kiss her neck, but was met with a hand. He frowned and looked back to her eyes.

"Do you want to know more or not?" she asked as if it was possibly a final statement. Clearly, she was anxious about going off task.

"Why are you enjoying this more than me?" he wondered aloud. Just a few days ago her precious, little boy toy treated her like a Goddess. Or at least that was what she claimed.

Blair rolled her eyes and shook her head as if nauseated. "Because he's starting to disgust me. Surprising too since now I have you to compare him to. You would think I would go for the whole lesser of two evils thing," she voiced.

He scoffed with a smug grin, "Please, I'm way better looking than him and not to mention how I treat you in bed. I still can't believe out of all the rich, but submissive guys you could have found—"

"I get it. You don't like him," she muttered. Her eyes fell from his the moment his rose to meet hers. She felt the question rise in his lips even before he spoke it.

"I just want to know what else he does that you would pick him," Chuck admitted. He touched her shoulder and titled his head ever so slightly to the left.

Blair looked up again and shrugged. "He treats me like I'm heaven on Earth, remember? Anything I want he'll do for me. I have him wrapped around my little finger," she bragged.

"You always were a control freak," Chuck returned and pulled her into his lap. He tried again to go in for her neck, but was blocked for the second time.

"Enough, Bass. Tomorrow I want you to schedule a business dinner," Blair informed him. She pushed a finger into his chest and kept a serious expression.

"Are you coming along?" he countered. He hoped she was. Then he could see her again. Though it could also result badly. He was quite the jealous fool when it came to Blair and other guys—especially this one.

"That was sort of the point," Blair returned, interrupting his thoughts. She brushed some of his hair back.

"Good," Chuck nodded. He then felt the limo stop outside her building and sighed. His head fell back against the leather seat. Would it be too pathetic to pout after she said what they both knew she would?

"I have to get back now," Blair said on cue as she climbed off of him. Just as she was about to open the door though, he jerked her back into his lap.

"No, come here," he demanded. Chuck reached a hand up to caress her cheek and pulled her so close that their foreheads rested against each other's.

"What do you want?" she questioned. Suspicion formed in her eyes. She had held back on being intimate with him because she knew his jealousy would increase and possibly ruin all she had worked for.

"Don't you want to spend the night with someone attractive, who knows how to touch you, who is named Chuck Bass?" Chuck breathed. He pulled down her cleavage line and placed his hands on her bottom.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Perhaps, but I can't," Blair managed. She was starting to shiver as he continued to touch her with such talented hands. Not to mention his lips had finally landed on her neck.

He whispered seductively into her ear, "I thought your plan was to get to me." Chuck smirked because that was exactly what he wanted to hear—that it was all for him and always would be.

But she was Blair Waldorf and things would never be that easy with her. She pushed a perfectly manicured hand to his chest. "My plan was to reestablish myself as Queen Bitch of Manhattan and now that a new game has presented itself, I'm going after it. Helping you is just a bonus," Blair corrected sternly.

"What about us—you know—being us again?" he dared. His voice got quieter with each word he had spoken though.

Blair laughed nervously, breathlessly, "That's a big step. Don't you think?" Did he actually mean it? Or did he just think he did and didn't really?

"You're not still mad?" Chuck checked. He really hoped she wasn't. It would probably kill him if she were.

She shook her head. "No. Are you?" Blair's voice definitely came up at the last part. What if he was holding a grudge for her taking off? He was Chuck Bass after all. He held them well.

He chuckled, though it sounded bittersweet. "I was over it like the first day you were gone, but then someone just up and left me…" His eyes flickered up to hers nervously as his voice drifted off.

"And you could have came after me," she reminded him. Her hands ran down the lapels of his jacket and both sighed.

"I had work and you threatened me to never come near you again," Chuck said right back. He thought she needed space, just not so much for so long.

Blair nodded, but it was getting to be too much. All those old feelings were hitting her at one hundred miles per hour, but in a matter of mere seconds.

"I was angry, but now I have work too so I must get to it," she told him. She then climbed out of his lap and moved towards the door again.

He didn't want to let her go though. Chuck grabbed onto her hand. She turned around and he moved closer. He shook his head and spoke with intensity. "Ugh… I can't imagine you with him. You're so perfect and he's... Blair, I'll figure this out on my own. Just—"

Blair retorted quickly, "This isn't just for you. But face it. You need me. He's about to take your company right out from under you. Stay focused and don't sabotage this just because you want me." Her voice started rough, but then turned soft. She wanted to help Chuck. There was something about him that she wanted to take care of him in a sense. Maybe it came about after Bart died or had been there all along. She wasn't sure, but either way it was true.

"Can't I just sabotage it a tad?" Chuck smirked. He sounded playful, but if she just said the word—

Blair sighed, "Chuck…"

"But you're sleeping with the enemy!" he called out in frustration. If he had been standing he may have even stomped his foot.

She touched both of his cheeks and shook her head. "But for you. It's like back in freshman year when I had you sleep with that bitch of a social studies teacher. We had A's the rest of the semester," Blair assured him with a sweet voice.

He still pouted though, "Regardless, try not to have sex with him anymore."

She rolled her eyes, but the smile remained. Then she pecked him on the lips and started out the limo. "I'm leaving, Chuck."

"You'll be back, Blair," Chuck returned.

"Tomorrow as your enemies date, yes," Blair concluded and shut the door.

XOXOXOXOXO

A.N: Did you enjoy it? Or did you hate it? And do you want more?

UPDATED A/N: This story was deleted by the site due to a mistake on my part in the story's description. I am currently re-uploading it.