Page 288 of Filthy Elites

“We always go through each other’s phones,” she manages.

“Not like that. You were looking for something. You went behind my back.”

Her eyes rise to meet mine. “You lied to me.”

Her expression doesn’t change. There’s no hurt that I can see, only anger and maybe a little confusion.

I know how vengeful Anae can be over even a small slight, but she knows better than to play those games with me.

I keep my hand around her throat, but I ease up a little more, cognizant of potential bruising. “About what?”

She swallows. “You said you hadn’t made much progress with her. I saw your marks all over her neck.”

“I put those there when I went to her house last night,” I say, hoping it stings to picture me in Aubrey’s bed. “You stole that picture out of my phone before then.”

“You should be thanking me,” she says, trying to take control of the situation.

I release her and take a step back. “Thanking you?”

Anae inches away from the wall, rubbing her neck. “I made your job easier,” she goes on. “She hates me even more now. Wait until tomorrow, she’ll be begging for your dick just to piss me off.”

“What do you have planned tomorrow?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she says, straightening her shirt collar and meeting my gaze coolly.

“It does fucking matter. Now you’re trying to keep things from me. That’s not how this works. This was not the plan, and you don’t go changing the plan without even consulting me. I’m not one of your fucking minions, Anae. You don’t lead, and I follow you around without question. Try to weave your web around me again, and I’m out. And I’ll tell you something else, you’re taking that goddamn video down before we leave this fucking room or I’ll take your phone and do it myself.”

Her eyes narrow. “The whole point of all this was to torment her and make her life hell, so I don’t know why you’re so mad about this stupid video.”

“You made me look like a fucking idiot.”

“Only to her,” Anae states. “No one else thinks your girlfriend went through your phone and put your balls in her purse. Theonlyperson who could possibly see it that way is Aubrey, and who cares what she thinks?”

She’s fucking got me there. The way she did this, she didn’t make me look bad. She only made Aubrey look bad.

“She’s not going to fuck me now,” I state, shaking my head. “She thinks I gave you the picture. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“She’s mad right now. She’ll calm down,” she says dismissively, reaching out and running her hand down my chest. “You’ll reassure her that I stole the photo—which I did—and you’re so sorry, and she’s so special to you,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Trust me, this won’t get in the way of you fucking her.”

“You put doubt in her head about me,” I state.

“Did I?” She feigns innocence. “Oops.”

I push her hand off me. “I don’t fucking like that.”

“I don’t see why it matters,” she says, watching me carefully. “You don’t really like her. This is just a game. Right?”

“It matters because you undermined me. You went behind my back, and you kept me in the dark about what you were doing. I didn’t even know about the video untilshetexted me about it. What makes you think I want to keep playing games with someone who plays like that, hm? Why shouldn’t I say fuck your game and walk away right now?”

“Simple. You want to fuck her. This way, you get to.”

Her cockiness pisses me off, and I really want to knock her down a peg. “I don’t need to play with you to fuck her, Anae. I can dump you right now, and then I can go fuck her later tonight without any problems. Maybe it’d be nice to be with a girl who doesn’t play fucked up games with me for a change.”

Anae stiffens. “I wouldn’t advise it.”

I bet she wouldn’t. After the video she posted, getting her ass dumped and me going to Aubrey would makeherlook dumb as fuck.

I smirk. “Doesn’t feel so good to be on that side, does it?”

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