Title: Crueler Intentions

Chapter Title: Crueler Intentions

Author: Shelby

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I left the hard drive this story was on in my father's car and it took me quite a bit of time to get it back. I hope you are still reading and enjoy the Conclusion of this story.

Extra Note: This chapter and overall story title was derived from the movie Crueler Intentions.

XOXOXOXOXO

Blair stepped out of the window and looked upward to see where Chuck's driver had taken her. It was the Waldorf Astoria—one of her favorite hotels for palpable reasons. She sighed, wondering where to go next since a certain Bass was nowhere insight.

"Miss Waldorf?" the doorman asked, eyeing her carefully.

She nodded at him, taking a few steps forward. "Yes, that is I. I'm supposed to be meeting Mr. Bass here," Blair acknowledged.

"Yes Miss, he's waiting inside for you—the Silver Corridor to be exact," the elder man explained with the warmest of smiles. He then held open the door for her, nodding once more as she stepped over the threshold.

"Thank you," Blair called to him over her shoulder. She then made her way through the lobby and to her destination. It was a beautiful, large hallway decorated with marble floors, grand windows, and chandeliers.

But nothing beat the sight of a Bass waiting for her directly in the middle of it. She smirked, advancing towards him and stopping just a few feet away. His back was to her, but they both knew he was well aware of her arrival.

"Waldorf, I must admit I was beginning to be under the impression you had held my speeding up of our little scheme against me," Chuck mused, slowly turning to face her. He was dressed in one of his finest, pastel suits. And yes, she matched.

She crossed her arms, sauntering to stand directly in front of him. "You mean your immediate ending of my fun? I definitely took holding a grudge into consideration," she revealed.

He chuckled, "You still can't lie with a damn, Waldorf."

"Not to you, but—" Her hands slid over the lapels of his jacket, lingering on his chest. Her lips were close to his as she spoke. "I believe we both know what a good, little actress I can be."

"I'd say Jake knows it even better," Chuck smirked. His hands slid down around her waist. Inwardly he rejoiced not only how he held her, but that it was in front of everyone. And he hoped they all saw.

"Let's not speak of him anymore. Once I'm done with my victims I never pick at the remains," Blair told him with a small pout. She then giggled and leaned in, nuzzling her cheek with his.

Chuck closed his eyes, breathing slowed. He closed his eyes and relished in the smell of her luscious, mahogany colored curls. Leisurely his hand came up to hold the back of her head, bringing her nearer to his front.

"I bought you this hotel," Chuck revealed. The words came from his lips so easily and without thought. A previously planned speech delivered in a mere sentence.

"What?" Blair asked, pulling back. She looked to him; brow furrowed in confusion, and shook her head. She thought perhaps she had heard him wrong, but that didn't seem to be the case. With one look into those deep brown eyes she knew he was dead serious.

His thumb stroked her cheek and he nodded. "It's a thank you for making sure my legacy remained in tact. Now I want you to have your own," he told her.

"But I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to establish myself as Queen—" Blair started to protest, but she fell silent once more when he put his finger to her lips.

"Don't even try it. We both know you could have been Queen in so many other ways, Blair. As far as I'm concerned you never stopped. This was for me—this was you protecting me—like always," he stated with confidence. His eyes bore into hers with more love than he could have ever imagined possible. She was the most brilliant and beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Blair laughed breathlessly and looked down. She shook her head. "I suppose now I have a reason to stay in New York." Her eyes flickered up to study her surroundings.

He turned her cheek though so that their eyes connected. "You have another reason to stay in New York. I'm your first, Waldorf," Chuck corrected, giving her a true Bass smirk.

She returned one of her own. "You always have been—in every shape and form," Blair returned. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she allowed his to her waist. They stood there worthy of being painted, photographed, or filmed.

"I love you, Blair Waldorf," Chuck whispered, his lips inching closer to hers.

"And I love you, Chuck Bass," Blair finished—sealing their words with the most passionate and enduring of kisses.

Once parted, their foreheads rested against one another's and they stared into each other's eyes.

And then the Queen of Manhattan took her King's lapels and straightened them. She smirked, "So, what's it going to take for me to have the whole chain?" Her left eyebrow kinked in question.

He shook his head and chuckled, but then stared at her with absolute adoration. "It's already in the works, love," he then sighed playfully, "though there may be a few old business men for us to do away with."

"Nothing we haven't dealt with before," Blair shrugged. They both laughed, taking each other's hands and starting down the long hallway. "When can we get started?" she asked eagerly.

"Slow down there, Darling. First let's go upstairs to the penthouse and christen your legacy," Chuck replied. He stopped in front of the elevator, leaning back to push the button.

Blair pecked his lips as she heard the ding of its arrival. "Let's just hope we make it to the room, Bass," she smirked. Then she pulled him into the elevator, their bodies slamming into each other as their lips collided.

The doors closed, but so many others were to open. After all, Chuck and Blair—Blair and Chuck were a force to be reckoned with.

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A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed it. I thought this was a good way to end the story. Also, am I the only one who wants Chuck to buy the Waldorf Astoria Hotel Chain for Blair? I think not.

UPDATED A/N: This story was deleted by the site due to a mistake on my part in the story's description. I am currently re-uploading it.