Bad Intentions

Part Three

Chuck pulls away and looks into her similar dark orbs. Did she just- shit. Backing away, he finds himself walking off and pushing through the crowd. Ready to escape because he's confused. He's confused because Blair was well, Blair. She would never kiss someone like him.

And dammit he's confused because he might've liked it. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherry and tequila. Just straight up naughty. Nate's gonna kill him if he finds out they kissed. Although, he didn't give her time to deepen it.

Looking around, he realizes he's outside from the club. His scarf is so thin he can feel the cool air in the night. Taking his hat off, he runs a hand through his dark hair.

The urge to drink the night away is very strong.

It becomes stronger when his phone beeps. He knows that beep, it's Gossip Girl.

Our leather beau that was seen with Chuck Bass is Damon Salvatore. Apparently he comes from old money and is searching for something here. My source tells me he's digging for something or should I say someone that will help him. I knew someone as good looking as him didn't have a personality to match, I sure hope Chuck didn't think he really had a friend.

Xoxo 💋

Dialing a number, Chuck starts to feel anger. Gossip girl was never a liar, which means he was lied too. And this hurts. He pushes down the hurt because he shouldn't be hurt in the first place.

But Damon used him, and he's going to get answers,

"It's me, find out whatever you can on a Damon Salvatore" He speaks to his private investigator before hanging up. Walking to the curb, he gets in his limo before shutting the door. "Take me to the Palace"

He can't go to the empire right now.

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Breathing heavy, his nose twitches as he tosses and turns. He's having a bad dream, his chest starts rising and his fist clench the thin sheets covering him. A small whimper leaves his mouth and his eyebrows crinkle.

The room is all white. It's so white it blinds him almost. Chuck wonders why he's in a crazy hospital but can't because suddenly the door to his room opens. Some tall and slim man with dark curly hair walks in with a cart. Medicine, pill bottles to be exact cover it.

"This has to be a mistake, okay i'm not crazy" Chuck moves to get in the mans face. Surely he has to know who he is.

The man just looks at him as if he hears that all the time. "Yeah sure, and i'm a millionaire who owns a pet alligator. Take your medicine"

No, The shorter male looks at the cart and the man before pushing the cart into him. He keeps pushing it until he slams him against the wall and then he runs. Thank god the man left his door opened. As he's running down the hall, an alarm starts blaring and red lights flash.

He keeps running and the halls all look the same. Bare, with metal doors. Turning sharply he finds the exit sign and wastes no time heading to the door. But something captures his attention from one of the doors.

"Damon" He sees his mess of hair and his lean frame leaning against the wall. Inside his room is just a mattress on the floor and shoes in the corner.

The elder man is staring blankly at the wall and Chuck quickly opens the door. Something tells him too, so he does it.

"Come on, we have to get out of here" He breathes out. He's out of breath from running without a break. Plus he isn't the athletic type.