Page 232 of Filthy Elites

“Aw, baby.” She adjusts the strap of her Versace swimsuit so her tits look better, then she gets on her hands and knees and crawls over to me.

Her intention is to entice me with the view of her cleavage, but I don’t even look.

Undeterred, she climbs to her knees behind me and pushes her tits against my back, looping her arms around my neck. “Don’t be too annoyed your new toy didn’t show up. I told you, she’s slippery. I would’ve been stunned if even you succeeded on the first attempt. You’ll get her next time.”

“I did notfail,” I say, barely biting back how much she’s fucking annoying me.

“Of course not.”

Her tone pisses me off. I shrug my shoulders to get her off me.

Anae sighs, but moves off me and sits down on the beach beside me. Glancing over, she says, “Want to work out some of that frustration?”

I take a sip of my beer and meet her gaze coolly. “Not with you.”

It stings, but she tries to hide it. Anae considers it an amateur move to get hurt by anything. “I didn’t say with me.” She fans out her fingers and admires her nails. “I just got a new manicure today and you play too rough. Some other bitch can do the hard work, I’ll just coordinate.” Her gaze flickers to the nearly unconscious girl I told to get me a beer. “What about her?”

I shake my head. “I don’t need a blowjob. I need your phone.”

“My phone?” She doesn’t know why I want it, but she grabs her clutch and pulls it out, anyway.

I take it once she’s put in her pass code, then I open her messages and start a new one. She has Aubrey’s number saved even though I’m sure she has never used it. I figured she would. When it comes to a vendetta, Anae always does her homework.

I haven’t had time to do mine, so I didn’t have her number yet. Luckily, I’m good at memorizing shit, so I repeat it a few times in my head so I can transfer it to my own phone in a minute.

“What are you doing?” Anae asks curiously, lying on her side on the beach and peering over my arm to see what I’m up to on her phone.

I don’t answer her.

I know Anae’s text patterns, so I emulate them as best I can. “Good call staying home tonight,” I type out with a kissy emoji after the text. “And here I thought you were a dumb bitch,” I type, then press send.

It only takes a few seconds for Aubrey to text back, “Who is this?”

I glance at Anae. What would she say? Something that makes her feel superior and puts Aubrey down.

“The main attraction,” I type back. “No side bitches needed.” I press send, then without giving Aubrey a chance to respond, I add, “Stay the FUCK away from my boyfriend if you know what’s good for you.”

I fucked up ending with a period at the end of that sentence—Anae doesn’t use them—but I don’t think Aubrey knows her well enough to know that.

“Anae?” she guesses.

My lips tug up. At least she knows I’m coming for her if she knows it’s my girlfriend who should feel threatened.

“Someone get this bitch a trophy,” I type back, since that’s the sort of thing Anae would say.

“Look, I’m not interested in your boyfriend,” Aubrey texts back.

Ouch.

She’s probably lying, though. She thinks she’s talking to Anae.

She continues typing, “I have no desire to go to war with you. I don’t have the time or the interest. Dare invited me out tonight. I said no. Then he literally trapped me until I changed my answer. I lied so he’d leave me alone, but I had no intention of following through. I’m not interested in being anyone’s side anything. I am not your problem. If you have a problem with anyone, it’s him.”

She’s rational and respects herself—possibly even others, even when they royally piss her off, which takes decidedly more integrity and self-mastery.

She’s still human, though, with all the weaknesses that entails. I just need to get her pissed off enough at Anae that shewantsto fuck her over. She’s salivating for the chance. I’m not the incentive, she just wants to sink a blade into Anae’s heart and twist it, and she’ll happily use my cock to do it.

I delete the text chain and block Aubrey’s number so she can’t text Anae again without my knowing it. I clear the apps and start to hand Anae her phone back, but on second thought, I keep the phone, grab her wrist, and yank her on top of me as I lie back on the beach.

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