A/N: This is the last chapter. Sorry if its really predictable, not to mention really short. I hope you like it anyway.

Summary: Its not even because of his seductive charms and how he has to bed everyone. I'm better with when I'm with him. He makes me feel better about myself. He knows me in ways I can't even explain. So I know now that this is how it is.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. The ideas and characters all came from Gossip Girl and Story of My Life.


Being hit from all sides with innuendos and suggestions wasn't a new thing for me. I did grow up with Chuck Bass. What I did couldn't necessarily be construed as cheating. We were casual and technically he cheated on me first. And if it were anyone else, maybe I could have understood Dean's way of thinking. I know I definitely shouldn't be giving Chuck preferential treatment. It makes him smug. But I was using Dean to get over him.

Here he is again. The notorious womanizer coming onto me stronger than ever even after I "cheated" with him. Shouldn't he be dropping me and making a beeline for the next anorexic blonde model? This isn't exactly the first time this has happened. I guess I'm just afraid of what will happen next. Being with Chuck is like free falling.

Its amazing and exciting and you have no idea what will happen next. You can never see what tomorrow will bring because you are completely content with what is happening in the present and you wouldn't have it any other way. You're in love. But then suddenly you're five feet from the ground, you realize the end is near and there's nothing you can do to stop it. And you're crushed.

So I guess I'll take free falling. Its only the last five feet that I would give away.

He comes over and all his lines are as smooth as silk but profanic and rough. There's no one like him. Last time I didn't give in. Last time he cornered me in a crowded party, I may have had a moment of weakness, but in the end he didn't get what he wanted. Maybe this time, we'll both get what we want.

"So much wasted potential." Inwardly, Blair's heart jumped at the sound of his husky voice. However, she couldn't let him know that, so she just turned around reluctantly with an eye roll.

"What are you talking about?" Blair sighed, only meeting his gaze at the last second. He looked good tonight. Damn him.

"The thing that always fascinated me about you." He paused, waiting for her reaction as she raised her eyebrows for him to continue. "The cool exterior. The fire below." His eyes flicked downward. He was truly heinous. She had a retort ready.

"You are living proof a person can't buy class," she said elegantly.

"You can't tell me Berty Wooster is satsifying your needs." She didn't like how he said "needs." As if he were the only one who knew what they were. Even if it was true, it didn't give him the right. "Titles aside, a suit of armor makes for a cold bedfellow." His tone went down at the end in a dark manner.

Blair hesitated. She hated how he was always right.

"Not that's its any of your business, but Marcus and I have an amazing sex life," she said hastily.

"Is that so?" Chuck asked skeptically. She smiled, thinking that she had won. Until he leaned in, making his voice even quieter. "What names does he call you when you make love."

Blair wasn't even going to waste time on thinking of the names that Chuck bestowed to her. She hated how he could be so rightfully smug. He was winning and he knew it. Blair just looked into his eyes, unable to answer. The was a ripple in the atmosphere and all of a sudden, she found herself in his arms, her back pressed to his chest.

She felt his hot breath right at her ear. He was able to whisper to her more discreetly, furthering his seductive ability.

"Where does he..." Chuck took her hand in his Rolex clad one and drew his finger across her collar "... put his hands?" He pressed both of their hands down her thigh. Blair tried not to breathe to heavily, but she was sure that he could hear her.

"Does he..." he switched to her other side, whispering dark profanities in her ear. Blair gasped, her brow furrowing as he grasped her chin firmly in his hand. She was trying desperately not to enjoy this but she couldn't help but feel excruciating pleasure. Blair curled up the fist that his hand covered and closed over hers in passion. He returned to her other ear when he said it.

"Have sex with me."

Its right. That's how we keep ending up here. That's the conclusion that I've come to. If it wasn't right, why would I be tangled up in Chuck Bass? Again? This is just the natural order of things. I was stupid enough not to see it before. I used everyone in my path to forget him and it didn't work.

Its not even because of his seductive charms and how he has to bed everyone. I'm better with when I'm with him. He makes me feel better about myself. He knows me in ways I can't even explain. So I know now that this is how it is.

Once again, I have fallen victim to the Chuck Bass Syndrome. Except there's a difference now. I'm here to stay now. I let him seduce me. I let him whisper huskily in my ear. I let him tear my clothes off and I let him throw himself over me on his bed. I let him love me. And I'm going to love him back, whether it kills us both or not. Story of my life.