Page 269 of Filthy Elites

I feel sexy.

He made me feel sexy.

When I come, I cry out, but the walls are thin so I try to muffle the sound in my pillow.

My heart pounds, but my body feels so relaxed as I lie twisted in the sheets, hugging my soft pillow.

Dare’s voice on the phone is the perfect salve to top off the experience.

“That was perfect, Aubrey. You’re perfect.”

For once in my life, Ifeelperfect.

And so relaxed. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.

“Now, curl up and get some sleep,” he tells me.

I smile softly. “I will. Thank you.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“You, too,” I murmur.

I’m so spent, I can scarcely be bothered to reach for my charge cord to plug in my phone. I do, but it feels like a Herculean effort. My eyes are heavy and near-impossible to keep open, but the room brightens with a new notification on my phone.

Just in case it’s him, I check it.

A new follow request.

I swipe the notification open to see that Chase Darington is requesting to follow me.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I smile.

Confirm.

Yes, Chase Darington, you can follow me.

I don’t click his profile to check it out. I’m too afraid of what I might see, and too tired, anyway.

In the blissful but vulnerable state I find myself in, all I should be doing is going to sleep, so I close my apps, put my phone on do not disturb, and curl up for a restful night’s sleep.

FIFTEEN

Dare

I watch dispassionatelyfrom the chaise end of my leather couch as Anae loops her arm around Scofield’s neck, rubbing her ass on him as he holds onto her hips from behind.

They’re “dancing.”

Really, she’s trying to get my attention, but it doesn’t work. The harder she tries, the more I ignore her.

She doesn’t like when anyone else ignores her, but when I do it, it gets under her skin in the best way. Makes her desperate, makes her feel how little control she has over me.

Seeing she’s caught my gaze, she breaks away from Scofield and comes over to climb on my lap.

“What are you doing over here all by yourself?” she asks, wiggling her ass on me as she gets comfy.

Flicking a glance at the shrinking ice cubes in my drink, I say, “Getting thirsty.” I tip back the glass and drain it, leaving only the half-melted cubes. I hand it to her. “Go get me more.”

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