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After the declaration about Georgina, Blair froze. She was still under him, trapped, while his hips danced. “So, it means that I won the bet. I wonder what I should ask…” he teased her.

“That’s not important,” she said. “You can’t trust her!”

He chuckled, especially since among their group Blair and Georgina were the two most similar, and also Blair was the only one who actively sought out Georgina to help her.

“Your panic is not necessary. She’s living in my house —”

“Don’t tell me she got her hooks in you!” she said. “She’s the devil. She can’t be trusted.”

He chuckled. “Do you really think I would trust Georgina? Don’t worry. The house she’s staying in is a rental, and I had made sure to renew its fire insurance.”

That made Blair calm down. “Really? Do you think she’ll stay obediently?”

“We made a deal, so yes,” he said.

“What deal?” she asked, tensing. “Because, let me tell you—“

“She’s still annoyed because Dan dumped her, so she wants revenge. She wants me to break him and Olivia up.”

Blair waved her hand. “That’s not a big deal,” she said. “I’m always happy to see Cabbage Patch Salinger learn about his proper place in the world.”

He chucked. “You know it’s not why I’m doing it, right? I’m doing it because Dan is a smug prick that goes around acting better than everyone else while acting the exact same way.”

Blair paused. “He’s not that bad, is he?” He just waved off the reply, and instead focused on teasing her further. “As long as you don’t seduce her yourself, I don’t mind—“

Her words turned into a moan. “First, figure out a way to exhaust me in bed, then I will let you decide who I will seduce,” he countered. He wasn’t angry at her trying to limit him, but he also had no intention of following it.

“You’re a bastard,” she said, but at the same time, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Fine, I won’t talk about Dan’s latest plaything or that devil. Do you really believe that I can be a successful designer?”

“I do,” he said. “If I didn’t believe it’s a good investment, I wouldn’t have put money on it. A gift or a loan, sure. But, an investment is different.”

After all, in the show, she had been quite successful, though her mother had been greatly against the direction, treating her scandal-driven marketing as temporary nonsense rather than excellent strategy in the new world.

Blair had the potential to pull it off … and as a bonus, make him a lot of money. He didn’t need more money, but there was no harm in it, especially when making it required relatively little work.

He flipped her again because he could feel that she had more questions, and she was once again on top, her hands on his chest. Her hips slowed down. “Do you really believe it’ll succeed?”

“Any business can fail, but the potential is there. And, technically, it doesn’t have to be actually profitable for me to make money.”

“What do you mean?”

“The exclusive supplier agreement part,” he said. “Our website has a good number of brands, but they are all operating on a similar scale. It’s working well, but we have about six months before the copycats start popping up like mashrooms. Having an exclusive designer with a catchy story will help us differentiate it.”

She shivered, her hips picking up speed once more. “I can’t believe I’m about to go into business without using my last name. It’s so exciting.”

“I trust you can handle it. And, if you stray, as the chairman, I can always bring a strong hand to tame you,” he said, spanking her. She moaned, clenching around him.

She fell silent. “I still can’t believe you let that devil approach you,” she complained.

“Well, you have to admit, there are some perks,” he said as he reached for his phone, showing a video they had taken.

One that Georgina recorded explicitly for Blair. She was still wearing her maid outfit … well, more accurately, it was still on, but it was dislodged. She was also on his lap, desperately rocking him while holding the phone, a huge smile on her face. “Hey roomie, I hope you haven’t been missing me since I disappeared,” she said smugly, her voice intersected with moans.

“What a needy whore. Look at her acting,” Blair declared as her hips continued to move, somehow completely missing the irony of her saying that. The only difference was Blair was in the cowgirl position, while Georgina was in reverse cowgirl.

Since he was not an idiot, he kept that detail to himself. Not that he was afraid of a fight, but Blair reflexively competed with Georgina, her hips moving even faster.

Tempting him to see how competitive she would get with her real bestie. Serena didn’t interest him that much alone, mostly because she was too passive and flighty for his tastes, but Blair knew exactly how to drive her to act.

“What’s with the maid outfit?” she said, once the video ended.

“I’m making her clean the house,” he said.

“Really?” Blair asked, and he nodded. “When you say clean?”

“Real cleaning, not just movie dusting followed by sex,” he explained.

“Good. It’ll either help her be less of a bitch, or she’ll go crazy. Either way, a win.” It was essentially his line of thinking. After some time, she was hit by a climax, and he let her lie down next to him, letting her catch her breath. “You’re insatiable,” she complained, but her smile was too big.

“Yep,” he said shamelessly.

She paused. “I’m scared about the business. What if I fail?”

He nodded. “It is always possible. You have the potential, but it also takes inspiration, focus, and discipline.” That, and she needed to learn to treat others better, but that was a work in progress. “If you only want to make money, they are not really necessary. With the foundation in place, you can probably push to billionaire status with comfortable ease in less than a decade. But respect … real respect is harder to get. And, for that, you need your independence? At least it’s a better target than your current desperate ambition to repeat your high school glory.”

She gulped. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said.

“Of course you do. It’s a part of every story you tell me.”

“What are you going to do, lecture me that it’s empty, that I should stop and smell the flowers or something?”

“No. I’m going to ask why you have such low ambitions,” he said.

Her eyes widened. “What are you talking about? I was the Queen back in high school, and I will be…”

“The queen of NYU, yes,” he said. “But, is it really enough? Chasing the downtrodden road, yet another so-called queen in a long line of similar queens, forgotten.”

“You’re saying…”

“If you’re truly ambitious, you need your own path. Do you think Audrey Hepburn became herself by copying others? No, she cut her own path, and became a legend.”

“It’s hard…”

“It is, but you have the potential. It’s why I’m offering part of my house as a design studio, giving up my living space.”

“So I can prove others that I can stand on my own two feet without the Waldorf name.”

He shook his head. “No, so that you can prove to yourself that you can do it,” he said. Her eyes widened. “We all have that voice in us, shouting us that we’re not good enough. That’s the first enemy to defeat.”

Blair stared at him for a long moment, and Ethan watched the offer work through her. “I truly hate you. You come along, pop out of nowhere, look at me with annoyingly sharp eyes, changing my life completely.”

“Is this a bad thing?”

“Terrible,” she said. “You understand me, as if I’m naked.” He smirked while he caressed her naked body. She slapped his chest. “You know what I mean, bastard. It was a metaphor. No need to act smug.”

[Achievement complete. Help Blair take the first step toward true independence.

Challenge: Hard]

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1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

He picked the stat, his attention already back on Blair.

He kissed her. “I know., but there’s no harm testing it properly again, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered as she lay prone. Then she blushed. “Would you mind if…”

“I didn’t take you for someone shy,” he teased her. “Tell me.”

“I want to watch the video again.”

He smiled. “Do you want to watch that video, or a video of me?” he asked. “Because I have a few other videos.”

“You do,” she asked, excited but also a bit suspicious.

“Yes, they are alright with me showing them as long as it’s a private show,” he whispered, then turned on a video he shot with Kandi on his phone. Her eyes widened as she started watching, though it might also be about his invasion.

“Harder,” she moaned. It was an order he was happy to follow always. He tightened his grip on her dark hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her back perfectly as he slammed into her from behind with renewed force.

He drove deep, Blair moaned. His strokes were hard and punishing, which made her moan even harder. “God. Do I look that slutty?” she asked.

“You look even sluttier,” he responded, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly through the room.

“Good,” she cried out, her voice breaking into moans. She pushed back against him greedily, her body trembling as he railed her, yet her fingers stayed tight around his phone, carefully watching the video.

Her tight walls clenched and fluttered around his shaft with every brutal thrust, her juices coating him and dripping down her thighs. His hands danced around before finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in fast, firm circles while he continued pounding into her.

The combination made Blair’s legs shake violently. She was losing herself completely, the poised Upper East Side queen reduced to a moaning, desperate mess beneath him.

Her eyes were still on the screen. If the star of the show hadn’t been him as well, he might have actually felt inadequate.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, spanking her ass hard with his other hand. The sharp crack made her yelp, followed immediately by a deeper, needier moan. “Why are you meaner to me than the slut on the screen?” she asked.

“Because you’re begging for someone to teach you manners, Queen of NYU—“ he said, only to be interrupted as she turned back.

“I like it. Only call me that from now on,” she growled.

“As you wish, your majesty,” he said even as he fucked her relentlessly.

She giggled, giddy with approaching orgasm. “You can’t fuck sense into someone,” she said.

He spanked her again. “I wholeheartedly disagree,” he teased. “Do you want to put that as a challenge?”

She climaxed, her lips clamping around him. “You know what,” she muttered, dazed. “I changed my mind. You certainly can, but it comes at the cost of my legs. I don’t think I can walk again. Ever.”

He chuckled. “Then you’ll have to limit yourself to watching my naughty videos,” he teased.

She hummed. “They are good videos for what amounts to be amateur porn,” she started, then paused, and opened the video again, this time examining more carefully. “Ethan, why the hell your homemade porn has better cinematography than half of the movies that came out this year…” she started, then giggled. “Forget I asked. You dabble, right?”

“Correct, Queen of NYU,” he teased her.

“Anything with more clothes?” she asked. “Or do you exclusively shoot self-porn.”

He hummed. “Do we have a screen around?” he asked.

“Naturally,” she said smugly as she reached to the side of the bed, pressed a few buttons, and a white screen dropped, and a projector turned on. It was a good setup.

“How are you with horror movies?” he asked.

“I hate gore,” she said.

“We can watch, then,” he responded, and a few touches had been enough to turn off the lights, and his short movie started running.

It was not long. Nine minutes after the latest edit. By the third minute, Blair was hugging him tightly. By minute seven, she was gasping at every single twitch, tense. When it ended, her hug was tight. “That was … amazing. Scary, but amazing,” she said. “Ever thought about becoming a director?”

“I did, but a feature movie is too much hassle. I don’t want it enough to stay in the set that long. A short movie is fun, but a feature takes months, maybe even a year to shoot properly.”

She giggled. “I love how lazy you can be.”

“I have certain people I like too much to disappear from their lives for months.”

“Good answer,” she said with a kiss. “Of course, you just ensured I won’t be able to sleep, so I’m angry.”

“Don’t worry,” he said as he tightened his arms around her. “I’ll chase away the nightmares…”

&&&

He woke up to Blair’s alarm. “Oh my god, I’ll be late for class,” she said as she left the bed.

“Do you want me to drive?”

“I would appreciate it,” she said.

While she disappeared into the shower, he noticed that he had a message from Robin, asking for a shooting competition if he was available. He agreed to seven, and even shot a message to Rosa.

He was curious how those two would get along.

“So, what’s your plans for the day?” she asked.

“Mostly running errands. Buying and setting studio equipment will take a lot of time. Do you need anything for the design workshop? Make a list, and we can arrange the purchase. Rachel can handle fabric purchases.”

“Who’s Rachel?”

“My assistant, though she’s more like an operations manager combined with a lifesaver,” he said.

“I thought it was Haley?”

“No, that’s a different fashion website, and she’s the majority owner. Rachel works for my other website,” he said as he showed her the other photos.

Her eyes widened, biting her lips. “That’s…”

“A bit too revealing?” he suggested.

“I was going for erotic. I mean…” she gulped. “Let’s just say you’re lucky I am almost late for class.” She blushed. “Maybe I should start designing some for it.”

He shook his head. He showed the website because soon her path would intersect with Rachel’s. Trying to hide would only cause pointless misunderstandings. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s one of the times where your last name becomes a liability. Once you reveal it, it’ll look both for you and for your family.”

“That’s not fair,” she complained. He chuckled. “What’s so funny?” she said.

“I didn’t realize you believed fairy tales, like expecting life to be absolutely fair,” he teased her. “Your name brings a lot of advantages, some small disadvantages is inevitable.”

“Point taken,” she said with a pout. “But I’ll still help you with the selection. Some of those items are tacky,” she said.

“They are,” he said. “It’s hardly high fashion. It was more of an impulse to start after the first one, to see if the business model could be replicated. It turns out that it could. As long as the photos are good and the marketing is effective, it works, at least for the next year. Then, the market would catch up.”

Blair quirked her eyebrow at his call, but said nothing else, mostly because she was in a hurry trying to prepare for class. And, for Blair, it meant a full makeover.

While he was checking stuff, she gasped. “That bitch!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was already fighting with Vanessa for the honor of giving the freshman opening speech for parent weekend, but that bitch Olivia swept in and took it just because she’s famous.”

He moved to her side. “And, you’re annoyed that you’re not the one to give it? Why?”

“Because I have to be the queen of the school.”

He laughed before kissing her. Blair was fun, but he needed to discourage her from chasing after every single ‘honor’ because she wanted to prove herself. It was probably her biggest mistake, which made her run ragged, inevitably leading to mistakes that made her lose more than she could afford.

“I didn’t think you to be that shortsighted,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Is the freshman speech really an honor that will make you the most influential student?” he asked.

She paused. “I don’t get it.”

“Look at the candidates. Olivia, a celebrity who wouldn’t stick around longer than a few months before she disappears. Vanessa, an ideal student that allows NYU to act as if they serve education rather than just letting in the same rich people again and again. It’s a pony show, there only to impress the parents.”

“But…” she whispered, surprised.

“You can be the queen, or you can be the jester, Blair. Not both,” he said, kissing her cheek again. “Don’t get me wrong, you’ll look sexy in clown makeup as well,” he teased. “Creepy, but sexy.”

“Eww,” she called.

“Anyway, think about my words,” he said.

“What if I still want to be the one to give the speech and sabotage the others?” she said. “Will you be disappointed in me?”

He smiled. “Of course not. Just shoot me a message, and we can put a proper conspiracy to get you your rightful jester hat,” he teased her. “But, just think about what I said. Aren’t you tired of treading the same lazy path?”

She dragged her fingers across his chest. “Fine, I’ll think about it,” she said, giving him another kiss. “Will you be my date to Parent’s Weekend?” she asked hesitantly.

“Sure. Speech or no speech, it’s important to you, and I will create time,” he said.

She smiled. “It’s good that I can find you a slot in your busy schedule. How about tonight?”

“Already gone, I’m afraid. I arranged a small competition. You can join if you want.”

“Really? What’s the competition?”

“Shooting range. We usually go with pistols, but we can use hunting rifles if you want.”

Her shudder of disgust was funny. “Don’t even joke about it,” she said. “But, really, a shooting competition?”

“A friend is going through a bit of a rough patch, and shooting helps her relax.”

“Her,” Blair said with distaste. “No thanks. I’m allergic to flannel.”

He was amused by her prejudiced description. It was understandable. Inaccurate, but understandable.

“I always have time when people important to me need me, Blair,” he whispered.

Her blush was simply too cute.