Crazy Possessive (Chuck)

[Reira DeMorvick]

It had been a few weeks since the night she was with Chuck. When they woke up that morning the two of them agreed it was best to pretend that it never happened and carry on with their lives. That didn’t mean not speaking to one another again, for the Bass and Marino Enterprises were very close business partners, and he was her art teacher…but still, she felt like he was taking it too literally. Reira hated being ignored and that was exactly what Chuck was doing. Ignoring her. It was time to have a little chat.

On a random school day, she decided to see what Chuck was up too, while avoiding his line of view, mind you. What she saw made her glare in distress and crush the paper coffee cup in her hand. Chuck Bass, looking very friendly with a certain blonde teacher from the same art wing. The two of them were enjoying lunch at one of the cafeteria tables. All the while Reira was staring at them from behind a newspaper, phone held to her ear with her shoulder.

“Oh my god Mischa,” she said, an evil tone in her voice. “I’m going to kill him!” She was whispering to avoid detection. Folding one of the comers of the paper, she saw that Chuck had put his arm around the blonde and was now walking down the hall the women. “He’s totally with another women! ---- Don’t tell me that, I know he’s a----NO! I don’t like him.” Reira jumped up to follow the couple, watching them enter his office, where her face immediately went into a pout. “Okay, I do like him!I hate it too, but I can't stop myself. And like hell he is going to ignore me! I will get him. He will be mine. No boy has ever denied me.”

Yep. Chuck Bass had a really bad hold on her. There was just something about him that kept her dreadfully attracted to him. The way he held him self, a bad boy in all his glory. Just everything. She never felt this strongly for a person in a such a long while. It shamed her too, cause it was Chuck and she knew the night she slept with him that it would only be a one night thing. But she was Reira DeMorvick…and she always, always got what she wanted. “I’m about to start some drama..” Hanging up the phone, she walked into his office. Without even bother to knock.

If he was making her this angry, he deserved to be frustrated too. Looks like Chuck wouldn’t be getting that blond after all. Shame.

[Charles Bass]

Chuck had to eat lunch with another art teacher. His mind was focused too much on the food and not on the woman with blonde hair and a nice rack. Reira and he decided to ignore what they had done together that one night. Usually that would be a blessing to the player... but... Did Reira Marino have a whip on him? Well, he gave her what she wanted and would ignore her. It was hard to do so, he had to see her at school and he had to take care of business with her family.

Also, after she slept with him.... he couldn't.."enjoy" other girls as much. Made him sick.

"Shall we get the paper work?" Chuck looked up at the girl and nodded with a friendly smile. Once they got up he wrapped his arm around her. A friendly gesture. The got to the room and she started fishing out some of the files he needed to read through. She wanted a house, and Chuck would help her build a nice one.. for an affordable, yet, expensive price. She wasn't ready to spend so much on a house and claimed she had someone else that can cut her a deal. Now, Chuck was trying to convince her that he could make a house twice as much for a price not too much over what her connection would offer. Though, the woman was looking for just about any excuse to ditch their business.

Then... Reira entered the office. She couldn't even knock, and now it looked as though the woman was glad to find a distraction.

"Oh look at that. One of your students is looking for help. This is a bad time. I'll check in with you later."

The blonde left and Chuck sighed heavily, squeezing his temples. "Great...Thanks a lot. What do you need?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira expected to see two half naked people on top of a large wooden desk, but to her utmost surprise, the blonde was swiftly leaving, mouthing her a small ‘thank-you’ as she left the room. Weren’t they hooking up? Still surprised, she glanced at the papers on the table and realized that she had probably ruined a business deal. Whoops, her bad. And now it was completely awkward and Chuck looked pissed. Damn.

Was she actually embarrassed? Nervous even? Golly gosh Reira, where did you go!? She didn’t know why, and it was driving her absolutely crazy. Maybe it was the fact that he was much older than her, but that shouldn’t matter right? In any case, Reira made a mistake, which she was happy to be proven wrong, but now it was all awkward and such.

“Nothing really,” she said confidently, masking her embarrassment…though there was a faint red in her cheeks. “I just uh…needed some help with art.” The lies were coming along quite nicely. “I wanted to buy this particular piece, but I needed a professional opinion. I trust I wasn’t interrupting anything?”

Well that sounded retarded. When the hell did she show interest in art. Time to go. Yeep. "On second thought, nevermind...haha. Bye."

With that, she turned to leave. Wow, she totally just lost her cool and shit. Fuck.

[Charles Bass]

The way Reira looked almost made him want to smile. It would seem she felt foolish for what she had done. Her excuse further validated his assumptions. She seemed flustered and annoyed with him.

She was jealous he was with another girl.

Maybe that was all Chuck had to do to get her attention. He just thought that maybe if he ignored her, she would come crawling back... but in reality all he had to do was get her some competition. Though, so far he hadn't found anyone matching her rank.

He stood there, simply staring at the girl until she said her goodbye. He just realized he didn't say anything for her to feel welcome, and he needed to change that.

"No wait..." he would catch her and and tug her so she would spin and face him, and his other hand would rest upon the small of her back. "It was just a small sum of money...I can get her later with another offer. Though... you on the other hand... I can't get better offer."

Ah, his charming wit and flawless use of tongue....no pun intended.

"Why were you really here, hm?" he wanted to see her get red and squirmish for him. Made him feel like....Chuck Bass.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Since when did she ever let this sort of thing happen? Never, that’s when. Leave it to Chuck Bass to ruin everything! Yes. She was blaming it entirely on him. She hated herself for leaving, it showed her defeat, but it was better than standing in front of him and making an even bigger fool of herself. A good lesson learned. She knew she had a lot of competition when competing for him and Reira was among the youngest. She felt lowest on the scale. It infuriated her.

Just when she was about to leave, she heard him call for her --then found herself staring into his gorgeous eyes, his hand on the small of her back. God damn it all. Just being this close to him made her heart beat. Ugh. Why did he have to have so much control over her! Though, she couldn’t help but smile slightly at his words.

Then that smile turned into that confident smirk of hers. Reira was in control again…and she was about to put Chuck into the very shoes she was just wearing.

“Do you like me Chuck?,” she said, those piercing cerulean eyes staring intensely at him. She reached up with one finger and brushed it sensually across one of his shoulders, her eyes still on him. “I want to know---and I wanted to see you.”

His answer could either be good or bad. And it if was the second of the two that was okay. If anything it would help her move on. Then again, it was hard for an addict to sever an addiction. Chuck Bass was a hard person to shake off.

[Charles Bass]

Maybe he shouldn't have let her stay. It only fed her ego and made her a cocky and smug little girl. She turned the embarrassment around on him and he just smiled that famous smile. His hands would hold tight to her waist and he would spin around, her still in his grasp and push her against the desk.

His hands would slide from her hips to her thighs and he would force them apart and fit himself in between her legs. Chucks fingers would massage the muscle in her leg and his lips would raw close to her neck.

"If I hated you. I wouldn't be doing this." now he was dancing around her question. He didn't want to answer this. Did she think that just because he screwed her once means that they are going out?

He was Chuck Bass... In other words. He is not a one woman man.

[Reira DeMorvick]

That was it then. They were both using each other. He wanted her for her body and she wanted him for reasons that were soon to be forgotten. She did like him, but if this was the only way to get close to him that was fine with her. Reira liked the way he made her feel. She knew she meant nothing to him, that was all she needed to know. Now Reira herself could start viewing him as entertainment when she was bored. As for her current feelings towards him….well, we all know how Reira liked to forget.

“Hmm, that’s all I needed to know,” she said, her head arched back as his lips brushed her collar bone. Her legs tensed around his waist, that hand of his squeezing her thigh. He really did know how to turn her right on. It made things all the more sweeter to know that he was a teacher and she a student…and anyone could walk in on them. Her lips finding his, her tongue traced his bottom lip…then she pushed him away.

Free of him, Reira would then sit herself properly on his desk; her legs would then swing over so that she was now on the opposite side of the desk as him. She would then lean her elbows on the wooden surface, her v-neck shirt proving to be very revealing.

“No strings attached,” she said with a grin. It was more of a statement than a question. Her eyes a suggestive stare, she took her hands and pushed off the various things on his desk. She watched as papers, books, and pens fell with a loud ruckus. Placing a finger in her mouth, she gently bit it, then looked at suggestively. “Oops.”

[Charles Bass]

There seemed to be a moments of pause until she would trace her tongue long the side of his lips. Then pushed away. He stared at her puckering his lips, wondering what she was trying to pull. The way she presented herself was a green light, but the way she seemed to act... there was something hidden.

She knocked the files and all his other stuff he needed for work on the ground. Her hand covered her mouth and she mocked the expression of a mistake. That was no mistake.

He smiled and walked over to her once again, his lips forcefully pressing against hers. He would spread her legs and push against her. His hands would push her skirt up, then he would undo the button on his pants. Chuck would grab her by the nape of the neck, pulling her up so he could kiss her some more, as his other hand grabbed at the side of the desk.

(Time skip- there, now you didn't initiate it this time)

Chuck did up the zipper, sitting in his comfy spin-able chair. He wasn't able to get a good one like that since their last visit. She couldn't be that good to the point she ruined it when ever he was with someone else.

Chuck had to be a one woman guy... he didn't need this to be any different. Damn, he never should have followed her to the balcony.

[Reira DeMorvick]

The third time. Seems like the more the number grew the better the sex got. Poor Reira, she was so naïve to her real feelings towards him. She was officially caught in his web, with no hope of escaping anytime soon. Chuck Bass was like candy; artificially sweet with a deceitful wrapping. She knew this. She knew what he was, but she would keep going right back to the one thing she really needed to walk away from. Her heart was bruised, and each beat reminded her of him. Reira had…lost control.

Each step she took would take her closer to the colliding end. It wouldn’t be pretty.

Reira stood beside him, buttoning up her shirt and repositioning her skirt. Her hair was misplaced, with odd strands flipping out of line. If only things were different. She had done a lot of stupid things in her life, but at least she knew they were stupid and quit. But with Chuck…she just couldn’t quit Chuck. The damn fool had her poisoned. Play as she may, she would never admit to that. Gathering her things, her cell phone had began to vibrate.

“Sorry, I really have to take this,” she lied. Hell, she didn’t even know who was calling her at the moment. Probably that cute boy in her science class. They were partners with a project due tomorrow and she was supposed to be at his house. “He’s called about three times already…” she was just about to leave, when she looked over her shoulder at him. “Demetri tells me your father is celebrating his 60th birthday soon. Guess I’ll see you there,” she concluded with a smile. Bringing the cell phone to her ear, she answered, as she walked out the door.

“Oh hi Josh!”

((ooc: Yay for plot foreshadowing! *cough* ask her *cough* to go with him *cough* as his date *cough..angelic face!* Just throwing it out there!!))

[Charles Bass]

She got all her stuff together and Chuck rested his temple on a few fingers from the arm that was supported by the arm rest. Reira brought up her father's birthday. He nodded as she went to answer the phone.

Something was brewing deep inside him.. and he felt as if he needed to do this. Why? He didn't know... honest to God he could snap his fingers and have two lovely ladies at his side, but for some reason he wanted Reira by his side.

He stood and caught up with her before she was lost in the halls of students. He reached for her phone and ended the call, then grabbed her hand to pull her back into the room, closing the door.

"I want you to come with me." he would place a sweet kiss to her lips as if trying to seal the deal. "What do you say?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

Josh continued to whine and complain about how she should’ve been over at his house hours ago, and that he had already completed half of their project on his own. Reira merely rolled her eyes and cajoled him, telling him that she’d do the rest and do him the favour of not staying over. Her grew quiet after this and began to apologize and requested she still come over. She sighed. Boys. She was about to give him an answer when a hand snatched her cell phone away, snapped it shut, and hauled her back into the room.

“Chuck,” she said rhetorically, slightly irritated with him, but flattered he stopped her from leaving. In fact, as soon as she heard his question, she was very pleased he interfered in her exit. Giving him a genuine smile, she kissed him back. “Alright. I’ll be ready by 10.” With a small, flirtatious wave, she left, her thoughts all about him.

(End)