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The scheme

A good scheme always had a flawless plan and impeccable taste, the only person to be humiliated is the person the scheme is against, never the people pulling off the scheme. So far all those criterias had been met by Chucks plan even me no being humiliated by dating Chuck Bass.

"They would adore you even more Waldorf, you tame the playboy. You will do something no meer mortal has before" he explained lazily when I expressed my concern as he watched me pace. Every step had a name and anything that could go wrong had been discussed. He was right. Nate deserved to be humiliated by his best friend dating his ex, he would then come crawling back to me after realising what he lost. Feeling Chucks gaze linger on me I turned and faced him as he stared at me with a devious smirk and lust in his eyes. Standing up, he walked over to me and place his hands on my hips,

"No Bass"

"Yes Waldorf"

I was pulled to him and met his lips in a harsh kiss. His hands began to wonder to my back, feeling the smile in the kiss I knew he had found the zip. The slow tugging felt torturous as it reached the bottom and he reached back up to slide the garment off of my shoulders.

"Miss Blair, Miss Serena is here to see you"

Dorota's interruption came unwelcome as we both groaned in annoyance while my dress was zipped back up. I opened my mouth about to demand that Chuck hide in my closet yet the look on his face told me that he expected me too and raised his eyebrow to dare me to not follow the scheme. Glaring at him as he sunk back onto my bed I sat down at my desk and began writing, once the door flew open my gaze landed on the blonde and placed my pen down.

"Serena this is unexpected" Chuck spoke with a smirk as though he owned his environment and everything in it.

"Chuck? B, what is he doing here?" Serena spoke with an air of disgust that most people used when talking about Chuck Bass.

With a dreamy smile and happy exterior I glanced from Serena to Chuck

"Keeping me company. Why? What are you doing here?"

"B, can I have a word. In private"

The tall blonde escorted me out of my bedroom to the hall and pulled the door shut behind us giving me a final look at a relaxed Chuck lounging back on my bed giving us an arrogant wave, causing me to laugh and attract the unwanted glare from my best friend.

"Blair what is Chuck Bass doing in your bedroom, on your bed?"

"Like I said S, he is keeping me company"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Because he's ... well... he's Chuck Bass".

I rolled my eyes and walked back into my room, stumbling over my own feet I came to a stop and stared in shock with eyes wide. Chuck Bass stood shirtless in my bedroom with my best friend standing next to me. Noticing us he had the decency to look embarrassed whilst he slipped his purple shirt back over his shoulders, his chest was still exposed.

"Sorry, I thought it was ripped on the back"

"It's ok" I interrupted before Serena could say anything rude, I had yet to raise my eyes from his chest. His chest moved with every breath he took, his shirt swayed with his every breath revealing a little bit more of his chest to my hungry eyes. I had seen his naked chest before but seeing it with Serena next to me and it partially hidden with nothing I could do made me want to rip off his shirt and kiss every inch I could see then...

"B? are you listening?"

"It's late S, I'm tired. I'm sorry but my mind was someone else" I tried to explain hoping that she would believe my excuse. Chucks smug smirk told me that he knew exactly why I wasn't listening yet Serena wore a sympathetic smile and patted my shoulder.

"I only came by to see if you were ok about Nate, especially when you have to face him tomorrow. But you're right, It's late. I should get going"

Nodding in agreeance, my eyes were drawn back to Chuck as he began to button up his shirt from the bottom slowly as if to torture me further. A loud huff was heard from Serena whilst I watched her storm out, she obviously wanted for Chuck to leave with her. That's why he was buttoning up his shirt, he was leaving.

"Waldorf, your attention seems to be elsewhere tonight"

"I'm tired" I lied – pointless

"Sure, well goodnight Waldorf" Walking past me in his bubble of arrogance and straightening his shirt he opened the door to leave. He couldn't leave yet, I was still worked up from earlier and from his little show with his chest.

"Where do you think you are going Bass"

"home, unless you need something". Smirking, he was smirking. He knew what I wanted because he wanted it too, at least I think he did.

Pulling his collar towards my chest I pushed my lips against his roughly and slipped my tongue in his mouth whilst he was still in shock. My hands weaved in his hair and pulled him with me as I walked to my bed, regaining himself he had a hold of my hips in a tight grip before the back of my knees hit my bed. Falling backwards he released his hold on me to balance his weight on either side of my head, his hum of pleasure annoyed me. Why did I let him get what he wanted again? Thinking back on why I would ever want to sleep with Chuck Bass for a third time caused me to remember his chest.

"This off. Now" I demanded, my small hands struggling with the even smaller buttons, his laugh at my words angered me making my tug at his shirt, hard. Ripping majority of the buttons off caused his shirt to fly open, I pushed it off his shoulders smiling in victory at his shocked expression. Feeling his hands reach to either side of the zip on my dress I immeadiately knew his plan

"Bass, don't you dare..." The words were breathed into our heated kiss. The message was received as he quickly pulled down my zipper and neglected the garment to floor.

"God Waldorf, you trying to kill me?"

He was staring down at my body dressed in a luxurious lingerie set in awe,

"Yes Chuck, that's exactly what I'm doing" I responded with my words dying when he ripped my undergarment off.

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"Miss Blair, time for school"

The sunlight was too bright, the morning had come too son and the bed was too cold. Chuck had left but what had I been expecting? Throwing my covers off I rose out of bed and caught a glimpse of a piece of paper sitting on the pillow next to mine.

'Would have stayed but I need my uniform,

Would have suggested to stay the whole day in bed but the scheme starts today

C.B'

A day in bed seemed like a great idea, he was right though. The game begins, after today Nate Archibald won't know what hit him.