Page 316 of Filthy Elites

So. Fucking. Beautiful.

I ignore my aching cock and retrieve Aubrey’s clothes off the living room floor. I take them back to her room and dump them on the floor so her mom doesn’t find them in the morning, then I ease her bedroom door shut.

Goodnight, beautiful.

I turn off the television and lock up on my way out.

It’s late. I dozed on top of Aubrey for a bit after I fucked her, my cock still buried inside her body. I don’t know what it is about her that brings me peace and makes it impossible not to fall asleep with her. I’ve certainly never encountered it before.

I put those thoughts away and drive away from Aubrey’s house, getting into more familiar territory as I draw closer to Anae’s.

Where our mansion is pretty modern, Anae’s house was designed to resemble a Frenchchâteau.

It wasn’t hers back then, of course. She and her mother only moved into this house when her mom married Hannah’s wealthy, widowed father. He had it built for his first wife who was, by all accounts, a lovely woman. Anae’s mother detested the place because of that fact, but Anae loved the house immediately because it was the kind of place she imagined a princess would live.

She was younger then. She didn’t know she had more in common with evil queens than sweet-tempered princesses.

I use the code to open the entry gates since everyone inside is fast asleep. They open and I drive past, cutting the wheel and rounding the circular driveway.

I park near the front door. I don’t lock my car since I’d prefer not to flash the lights. I don’t expect anyone to bother with it while I’m inside.

The house is dark since everyone is sleeping. I don’t turn on any lights. I’ve been here enough to know my way around, even in the dark.

I keep my steps light as I make my way down the hall upstairs. When I find the bedroom I’m looking for and let myself inside, my steps fall more slowly and deliberately.

I’ve been to Anae’s plenty of times, but I haven’t been in this room before. It’s massive, with a giant bed made up of soft blue silk and white fluffy pillows. I flick a glance at the girl sleeping there, but she doesn’t move, so I look around a little more.

I touch ribbons from various awards, peruse the romantic books on her shelves, and the fluffy white chair in the corner with a cozy blanket draped over it. I see a rolled up yoga mat beside her dresser and some clutter on top, but it’s the pictures that catch my attention.

Always the pictures.

She has more of them than Aubrey does. I grab one, a picture strip of her and a red-haired girl making silly faces, sticking their tongues out, and hugging in various shots taken in a photo booth.

I don’t know the other girl, so I put that one back and continue looking.

I stop when I find one that appears more important. It’s old, the edges yellowed over time. It’s a photograph of a little blonde girl in a blue frilly dress with smiling parents behind her, each of them holding one of her hands. The picture was shot in the driveway in front of this house and appears to be the sort of thing there would only be one copy of.

I slide it into my jacket pocket.

Once I have what I need, I cross the large room and approach the bed.

My presence still hasn’t woken her and I don’t have all night, so I sit down on the edge nearest her. Her body shifts slightly as the bed sags, and her eyes flutter open.

Then widen with horror when she sees me sitting on her bed.

Gasping, Hannah grabs at the blanket draped over her, clutching it to her breasts and quickly sitting up.

“Hello, Hannah.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, fear glinting in her big blue eyes. “Wh—what are you doing here?”

I reach over and run my hand across the blue silk covering her body. I hear her fearful gasp, then look up to meet her gaze. “Letting you see how easily I can get to you.”

She draws a shuddering breath but doesn’t say anything. Her gaze breaks away from me and darts to her bedroom door. She looks around the room, probably to see if Anae is lurking, too. When she realizes I’m here alone, her gaze returns to me. “Why—why would you need to get to me?”

“I think you know why.”

She shakes her head, still looking at me like I’m here to crush all her dreams.

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