Prompt 3
This is also from koulagirl666
Chuck has heard the rumour, naturally. How could he not? Every fact, half-truth and outright lie ends up on Gossip Girl and within seconds every teenager on the Upper East Side of New York gets the update on their cell phones.
He’s been on Gossip Girl numerous times before; it seems whatever he does, someone wants to know about it. But the good thing about being a 17 year old billionaire is that you belong to circles very few people of the same age do, meaning that his biggest indiscretions stay a secret. At least for now. At least until one of the members of an exclusive gentleman’s club or another needs something against him. Even in that undesirable scenario, he would most likely get out of any scandals with money.
And this one? The latest rumour? It was bullshit. Someone claims that he had picked up a girl from a bar, and when she apparently had denied him in his suite later on, he’d beaten her bloody. As if, he had more class than that.
The mere idea was wrong on so many levels that Chuck had to wonder if anyone believed it. First of all, he was never subtle with his intentions. Every woman he spent more than 1 minute with, knew he wanted her in his bed. They would not come with him, if they were not ready to sleep with him. Second, he didn’t care if he had sex for free or for money. So why would he bother to use his fists when he could simply escort the unwilling out and call his usual number and have a girl sent to his room in New York Palace Hotel in less than 30 minutes.
Blair said Chuck didn’t respect women, and she was partly right. He didn’t respect the ones who thought sex was the way into his heart. But Chuck loved women and perhaps somewhere down the line his father had managed to instil in him some gentlemanly traits. Where and how he did not know. It’s not like they spent a lot of quality time together. Bart was always too busy, and Chuck too much of a disappointment to him to waste any time on. But the fact was, he would never hit a woman. It was simply not his style. He disliked even the idea of brutalizing women. Unless they asked him to and surprisingly many did.
Chuck smiled and sipped his whiskey. All this thinking of sex and violence was turning him on. Perhaps he should call and request Kandi. He could already feel the bite of her whip on his skin.