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Also, if you are following this story this is my second chapter updated today, don't forget to read the one before this or you'll be confused! Xoxo.

"Chuck? Chuck!" Blair loudly yelled into the Empire penthouse, her heels smacking against the wooden floor as she entered. She was shocked to see that Chuck was already awake, sitting at his work desk with a pen balanced behind his ear and papers scattered across the surface. He was clean shaven and fully dressed in his purple dress shirt and gray slacks, he looked devilishly handsome.

"If it isn't the vixen herself," he proclaimed with a self-satisfied smile, holding out his arms for her. Blair couldn't help but feel the amount of excitement that fluttered inside her, this whole moment feeling domestic. Maybe this would change things; maybe this would end their couple charade and begin a real relationship.

"We don't speak of our...'doings' to anyone, okay?" Was all she could say as he pulled her onto his lap, her legs on either side of his, facing him. He was smiling up at her, his almond shaped orbs admiringly betraying her.

"I don't want anyone else to know of the fire you have within…" He stole a few kisses along her neck, down to the collarbone, "I don't want any other man to try and demoralize you further."

"And what if they do?" She teased back, biting her lip to hold back the soft laughter sure to erupt from the tickle of his lips against her flesh.

"You're mine," he proclaimed, caressing the small of her back with his large hands, "they wouldn't dare." Both of their playful attitudes changed, the mood setting to a more serious one.

"What does this mean for us, Chuck?" She meekly said, her wide eyes grazing over his. He tensed, the sudden words of Bart Bass telling him to never fall in love echoed in his mind.

He swallowed and icily said, "Should it mean something?" He shoved her lightly off of his lap and scooted his chair into the opening of the desk, turning his focus to the work in front of him.

"It was just sex? We said no touching..."

"We broke the rules, Blair. I'm notorious for it; look me up if you think otherwise." He felt how his words contrasted with his feelings, but his façade had to be placed. Business didn't break hearts; women did, so why not focus on the one that doesn't bring pain?

"Three words, eight letters. I know you feel it too," Blair pleaded with him, her arms crossed as if they could protect her from anything he could say back.

"We're a fake couple Blair. What we truly are is friends with benefits, that's how we are. We are Chuck and Blair; could you truly imagine us as a couple?" Chuck asked incredulously. Maybe she couldn't. Chuck Bass didn't hold hands, he didn't care about feelings, and he didn't plan dates or go to the movies. What he did was use women, and last night he had used her.

She weakly smiled and nodded her head, as if agreeing with what he had said. There was a thin line between love and lust, a tightrope blurred by her blind hope. She couldn't give up what they had, she couldn't give up the teasing and the lust for roses and boredom and neither could he.

But all she could think of was how she loved him.

All he could think of was how he loved her.

But together, they couldn't make it work. That's the saddest love of all. Not the kind that results in heartbreak or the kind of love that ends. The saddest love is when two people feel it and know it, becoming like the sun and earth orbiting around one another but never colliding. Never becoming one.

{Later That Day}

BLAIR: Meet me at The Empire Bar, we have business to discuss.

CHUCK: I wouldn't miss it.

Chuck ran his hand through his perfectly sculpted hair as the elevator took him towards the bar. He felt like shit for hurting Blair, again, but they both knew it was for the best. They'd leave it as three words, eight letters and go on like nothing happened. Chuck Bass didn't do love, he did women- and lots of them in lots of places. He expected Blair to be shaken up, but as he glanced at her clad in a curve-hugging little black dress looking like walking perfection, he couldn't help but get crashed with her exuding waves of confidence.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he said as he walked up to the booth Blair had chosen, a secluded one in the corner only dimly lit by a flickering candle and only allowing the sound of a light hum from the other people around. On the table was a cosmopolitan glass stained with her red lipstick, and an untouched scotch for him. In between the two glasses rested two envelopes in the center of the table. He had to admit she looked fucking sexy like this, prepared to do business with him and talk dirty with scheme.

He loosened his tie and cleared his throat before scooting into the booth. She had placed his drink across from hers, and he wondered if this was on purpose, that she feared him getting too close. He slid next to her, and to his surprise she didn't flinch nor push him way. In fact, she ignored him in a nonchalant way that drove him crazy.

"A few guys bought me some drinks, I made do with my time," she shrugged and allowed the strap of her dress to slip down her creamy shoulder, when he leaned in to kiss at the newly revealed skin she reached to grab her drink so that he missed. He felt possessive, guys buying his Blair drinks. He placed a hand on her knee and watched as she slowly gulped down her drink. He squeezed her knee and slid his hand to her inner thigh, protectively claiming her as his.

"The other day Jack handed me these," Blair set down her glass and jutted out her chin towards the tiny cream envelopes, "he and the wicked witch of the UES, Georgina, are a couple and working to not only secure the cruise deal but to take away my crown as Most Elite."

"Wait. You saw Jack?" He tensed and removed his hand from her leg. Slinking his arm around her waist and pulling Blair close to him instead. The lack of response she had to his touch was making him curious, she seemed disinterested which only made him try harder.

"That's not the point, Chuck. He invited us to his gala, the cruise isn't ready to sail but a model ship is styled and the event will be held on board. Georgina is organizing it and he is working on the business aspects, we've been invited."

Chuck scoffed and downed his scotch, "We aren't going. I won't let you near either of them."

"Oh yes we are, what better way to destroy them then in their own career endeavor? Their cruise ship may not sink but I can assure you they will."

He smirked at her; she was so attractive when planning a takedown, "what did you have in mind?'

"Public humiliation and utter destruction. What else?"

"Have I ever told you how much I adore you?"

"No, and save your breath," she removed his hand from her waist as if it was contaminated, "your benefits weren't nearly good enough to make us adore each other," she then got up and blew him a kiss, "I'll see you tonight, friend." And as she sashayed away, purposely swinging her hips, she knew she had him hook, line, and sinker.

Blair Waldorf was about to make Chuck Bass chase her, Georgina Sparks run away from her, and Jack Bass cower because of her. She was about to make waves, and couldn't wait to drown everyone in her power.

{The Next Day}

"You've looked at that screen more then you've looked at me all day," Chuck Bass bitterly said to Blair, as he stood by the closet adjusting his outfit in the mirror. He was currently working on his buttons, but poorly getting them done as his gaze was focused on the reflection in the mirror. Not of his own, but rather of Blair whom was sitting in the bed behind him, her eyes glued to the laptop in which she was currently digging up dirt about the cruise gala.

"Jealous, Bass?"

"It's been lying on top of you for hours with your hands all over it, if you ever want me to take its spot I'd more than happily oblige," he responded, having to undo a row of buttons because he had pushed them into the wrong slots.

"Need help?" She got up from the bed and slid between Chuck and the mirror, offering a genuine grin as she finished his buttons and put on his tie for him.

"Why are you suddenly playing the role of happy wife?"

"My mother must be convinced I have a boyfriend and Bart must see you still have a girlfriend for when you take back your cruise ship and for when I get nominated for Elite Youth. Better practice now."

"I won't complain, although I do prefer undressing rather than the other way around…" he slowly drawled, his eyes mischievously linking with hers. She rolled her eyes and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"And I prefer you not trying to always be nude," she bit out, describing his recent attraction to walking around their suite naked.

"That was one time; it was especially hot last night."

"Then why did you ask me to get us more blankets?" She raised a brow.

"To add ambience," he lied, keeping a cool composure with a pleased smirk.

"I'm not brain dead, Bass. Ambience isn't in your vocabulary."

"And kindness apparently isn't in yours," he retorted.

"I'm the Queen Bitch, what can I say?"

"Well, you could say yes to all my desires."

"Not what I meant, it was a rhetorical question," she crossed her arms.

They both smirked at each other for a brief moment before saying their goodbyes as he headed off to work. A real couple, they were not. A fake couple, they were. So couldn't they still reap the perks like this without feelings being involved?

Once he was sure to be gone, Blair got to work. She slid her slender fingers across the keypad of her phone, dialing a number as a devilish smile claimed her lips.

"Evelyn's party planning, how may I help you?" the voice on the other hand echoed.

"Yes, Hi, I'm calling on behalf of a Georgina Sparks. I'm her assistant and we have some changes to be made to the gala, it's a surprise for her. A gift from us all to make this event beyond and above all her expectations," Blair wickedly grinned.

"I wasn't informed this would be happening," the voice stuttered, the girl obviously flustered.

"I sure hope you aren't denying Miss. Spark's and my's requests, she is paying good money for your services and I hope you understand this. Well, do you?!" Blair dramatically acted shocked and appalled.

"Of, of course I do! What do we need to change ma'am?"

Blair smiled wide and sat on the edge of her bed, reveling at how easy this had been before simply stating, "Everything."

{Evening That Day}

It was a rare opportunity Blair ever shoved her face full of fast food, but when Chuck came home with a bag full of Chinese cuisine, she couldn't help but give in. The pair was sitting on the floor, their feast spread out in front of them.

"You did what?" Chuck incredulously asked, nearly choking on his sesame chicken as he listened to Blair explain what she had completed today. Blair laughed at his reaction and licked some sauce off the corner of his lip.

"I called the party planner; it was a piece of cake. I just…made some alterations." She proudly grinned, slurping down a seasoned noodle.

"You haven't lost your touch," he complimented, throwing a napkin into the pile of trash that had formed.

"But... I still need a favor," by the way she had scooted up to his side, began to bat her eyelashes, and ran her hand on his inner thigh (dangerously close to his crotch) he knew he was doomed. "And you are my 'boyfriend' so you would do anything for me right?"

"Spit it out, Waldorf. By the way, I'll have you know that's the only time I'll ever use those words, I'd prefer for you to swallow" his hues glanced down at his crotch to her perfect lips and back up to her disgusted face.

"This is not time for your sexual innuendos!"

"Next time don't forget to button your shirt then, its provoking me," he smirked and glanced down at her cleavage, which he had been secretly stealing glances at ever since he noticed the top button had come undone.

"If I wore a turtleneck and ski pants, you'd be provoked," she critically said, "now, anyways, you're going to need to save that sexual energy for someone else."

"Who?" He slowly said.

"Georgina Sparks. If she isn't kept occupied she may try to bounce in to check on her gala and ruin my plans of setting up a completely horrendous party. Leave your phone on in the room so I can listen in just in case she says anything or tries to leave."

"You want me to seduce her?"

"Yes, but no sex! I know you and even she wouldn't be below your standards."

"She does have a reputation for being a beast in bed, but she's much too clingy for my liking."

"Good. Ask her to meet you at the bar, bring her to the room and keep her entertained. I'll send you a text once it's time to blow her off. Are you in?" Blair knew she had him, but making him feel like he had a say in this would work to her advantage.

"Yes, Impeccable plan."