Note: For the purpose of this story, Cantessa is C and Chuck is Bass for Gossip Girl’s comments. I hope that’s not confusing! Happy reading and please R&R!

Even on the Upper Eastside things happen that we can’t control. One particular C.V. should know this—unless that was candy she was shooting into her arm. Watch it C! When you put out a line for trouble, you just might catch a Bass . . .

Chuck Bass was not amused.

Lying in a very drunken, very disheveled state on his elegant king sized bed, was one Cantessa Vanderbilt, heiress, sex addict, and fashion queen. Normally all of these factors would have inspired Chuck to many sexual and self debilitating acts, but for the minor detail that she was hysterical and sobbing.

Chuck let out a harsh sigh. “Tessa you’re ruining my monogrammed sheets.” His voice cut through her wailing tears for a second but then the hysterics returned. Chuck bit back his frustration and poured himself a glass of scotch, leaning against the counter and surveying the 20-something beauty. “They were very expensive you know. Imported from Egypt.”

Tessa suddenly sat straight up and stared at him, her dark green orbs glaring ferociously beneath her dripping mascara. Her wavy blonde-brown hair dipped far past her shoulders in messy, half curls and her Tiffany&Co shirt exposed a vast area of her creamy, tanned chest. Her Isolde jeans had intentional, expensive rips all over them and her bare toes were flecked with the newest shade of MollyandJake nail polish. She looked every bit the ravished but sexy beauty that she was, and as always, Chuck’s mouth went a little dry at the sight of her.

“Fuck you.” She spat.

Chuck smirked, memories playing though his mind in full screen color. “If you insist.”

Cantessa sniffed several times, and ran her fingers through her tangled hair, gaining control of her emotions. Even when she was pathetic she was beautiful.

Chuck relented and poured a second scotch, handing it to her before sliding onto the bed and leaning himself against the head of it. She sipped it for a second before placing it on the bedside table and lying back against him between his legs, her hair cascading across his sweater-vest and her hand lying gently against his thigh. Almost against his wishes his right hand floated up and began to play with her hair, his left hand sliding across her waist and pulling her back closer to him. She lay comfortably, used to men losing control around her body. When his desire became apparent however, she laughed and placed her left hand on top of his, sliding it up to let his polished fingers ghost over her breast.

“Do you want me Charles? Want me beneath you, begging for you, pleading with desperate need for you to fill me?” Her voice was a seductive coo and he hardened in response, his breath hitching slightly. She squeezed his left hand tightly and made a soft sound in response to the feel of him on her breast, her nipple hardening against the male softness of his fingers. “Or I could ride you until you beg for mercy from the roughness of my body fucking yours, dominating you. I could make you beg for me to let you come and give you the most mind-fucking orgasm of your life.”

Chuck was so hard against her it was starting to hurt him. He flipped her over, and straddled her waist, ripping her shirt open with eager experienced fingers, using deft fingers to relieve her of her deep red take-me-now bra, and attacking her perfect, breathtaking right breast with his teeth. She started laughing.

“Get off Chuck.” Her voice broke lightly as the pain came back into it.

Chuck hesitated, then decided that fucking—or more likely being fucked by—an emotionally unglued, unstable and distraught Tessa wasn’t worth it. She wouldn’t be on her best game. He moved off of her, his pants deflating slightly.

“If I fix what’s wrong will you seduce me?” Chuck growled at her.

Cantessa laughed again, but higher and shriller and insincere. “No one can fix it. No once can fixed it. Not one fixing it. Fix no it one.” Her words jumbled up as the tears began to fall again. She grabbed her scotch from the side table and took a large gulp in a very un-Tessa like fashion. Chuck allowed himself concern.

“Tessa, I’ll fix it. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Her sobs began to rack the room again and Chuck gave up, mixing himself another drink instead and making himself comfortable in a reclining chair until Tessa gained control of herself again. Just as he sat down there was a sharp knock on the door and then Nate burst in, red faced and worried.

“Tess, what is it?” He was beside her on the bed in an instant, her body instantly curled into his, his hands caressing her with his warmth and comfort. Chuck forgot about everything for a second except his jealousy at their relationship. He got Tessa sex, which Nate had never had, but Nate got cuddling and conversation and dates that really weren’t and dancing and phone calls and cute text messages. Nate got her in a way that Chuck never could, even buried inside of her trying to make her beg.

“Natie!” She threw herself into him, his fingers quickly redoing her shirt and bra, pulling the covers up around her, handing her water instead of scotch. She pouted, her aristocratic face showing every inch of her distaste. “More scotch.” Nate felt her forehead, brushed her hair out of her face and picked her up in his arms.

“I’m cutting you off Tess. We’re drying you out.” He glanced at Chuck who was frozen in horror. Once Nate had picked her up so easily Chuck had realized the truth. Her body, though still beautiful, was stick-think and bony, her skin sallow from alcohol abuse and probably drugs as well—Chuck thought he saw needle marks. “Chuck!” Nate snapped him back into reality. “Help me clean her up.”

Tessa’s eyes rolled towards Chuck, tears still leaking from the corner of them. She licked her lips, rolled over in Nate’s arms and vomited on Chuck’s monogrammed sheets. Nate bit his lip and glanced at Chuck, his momentary take-charge attitude gone. “What do I do?” he asked softly, depending like always on Chuck to make it right.

Chuck snapped back into himself. He stood up and took Tessa’s feather body from Nate “Call the front desk . I want clothes in her size and a limo ready in an hour.” Nate nodded and grabbed the room phone. Chuck headed towards the bathroom. Tessa raised herself up weakly in his arms.

“Help me Charles.” She whispered, then collapsed against his firm body and passed out.

For most of us bubble baths make everything better, but when you’re cuddled naked with Bass and N, anything can happen. Use some moisturizer C! You just might get the hottest threesome in Upper Eastside history.

And who am I? Well that’s one secret I’ll never tell.

XOXO

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