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❝𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!.❞
Grace's POV My eyes rested asleep when it felt like someone else's was staring into my body. I slightly opened them to see Chuck's smile and beautifully carved face looking at me. "You're awake..." He smirked. "No too early!" I sulked. He simply chuckled, "It isn't funny! I have so much to do today!" I said annoyed. "So don't do any of them." He responded smiling.
"Are you insane Chuck Bass? I have to study and go to lunch with my parents and then Nate and I are going to go bond over our hatred for Serena and get mani- pedi's with Blair and then I might of drunkenly said I would help Dan with a term paper." I ranted. "So skip it all and spend the day with me." He smiled. "But don't you have oh I don't know an Empire to run." I raised an eyebrow.
"It's one day usually I would agree however I haven't spent the full day with you since..." He continued. I scoffed. "Since when do you turn down business." "When I would rather have pleasure." He smirked. "Fine I suppose you make a good point, I will ask Darya to text everyone for me" I smirked back.
For some reason I wanted to make cookies which sounded mad seen as it is a hotel and I could ask room service. "Whatever shall we do?" Chuck smiled kissing my cheek and holding me. "I want to bake cookies." I blurted out and he raised an eyebrow. "You cook? How have I not known this?" He smirked intrigued. "I can cook genius I just don't choose too." I said truthfully.
"I don't need to have poison control or anything before you cook do I?" He chuckled and I hit his shoulder. "You mean WE bake Bass." I said dragging him up. "I am not baking." He said. "Oh yes you are." I smiled. "Why should I?" He asked. "Because you love me." I smirked. He placed his hands on my hips and I looked up at him holding his shoulders.
"Your right I do love you very much Grace Andrews." He smiled kissing me deeply. I looked for the things in his cupboards when I saw Nate. He moved in with Chuck a few days ago, "Hey Nate." I smiled. I looked down and realized I only had Chuck's shirt on oops, "Hi Grace, Hey Chuck." He smiled.
"Hi Nathaniel can I get you a drink?" Chuck asked his arm around my waist. "No it's good I am meeting Blair in five I was just looking for my shirt." He said about to go off to his room. "So are you guys a thing or is it Casual Sex?" I straightforwardly asked him. Chuck smirked and kissed my cheek. "I don't know yet but if you want you both can be the first to know." He laughed walking off.
"He's sleeping with her." Chuck whispered. "Well why wouldn't he or Blair tell me?" I asked as he lead me to the ingredients his arm still around my waist. "Maybe they don't want people knowing yet." He replied kissing the crook of my neck. "You might want to let go of my waist so I can reach the flour." I laughed trying to reach.
He smirked and lifted me up his hands on my hips as I reached for the flour, "Ok you can put me down now!" I shouted not liking being so high. "I like this view..." He smirked. "Put me down!" I groaned squirming. "I like watching you squirm." He said in my neck as he put me down.
"Lucky I love you." I said rolling my eyes and pouring the flour into the bowl... I am getting you back. I grabbed some flour and flicked it into his face (Nate had left by now). "Oh you are dead Princess..." He sneered smearing butter onto my neck.
"Butter is way worse than flour!" I shouted threw an egg his way however he dodged it. I frowned and he smirked and I went to mix the ingredients I placed in the bowl and ran with it. Chuck chucked chocolate chips at me and I squealed. He chased after me, I tried to make the cookie dough then Chuck caught up with me and we looked at each other.
I looked down and noticed he had something in his hand, we held our gaze and I smeared the mixture on his silk button down- missing his robe (Then put the mixture down). He smirked a devilish smirk, "Dirty Princess." He snarled. I giggled and ran around the room as he chased after me we fell on the couch. It became clear what was in his hand- icing that he found somehow.
He moved my hair out of my neck and smeared the icing along my collarbones as a few of the shirt buttons were undone. He started to tickle me, "Stop it!" I squealed. "Say your sorry!" He said continuing to tickle me. I giggled continuously, "Say your sorry and that I'm right." He continued. "I'm... sorry." I spluttered out whilst laughing.
"And..." He smirked tickling me a little less. "Your... your right." I squealed. He stopped and I realized how close we were and his glaces at my body. Chuck kissed me and I untied his robe as he licked the icing off my collarbone. He moved the butter off my neck and flicked it perfectly in the bowl grasping my hair.
That afternoon was blissful, eye-rolling and amazing. "So I guess we didn't bake..." I smirked. "I love you." He breathed out as I kissed his neck. Today was the most drama free day of my life.
