Page 551 of Filthy Elites

“Wouldn’t that be awkward? If you’ve fucked all their friends.”

“Far from it. You’ll find it removes all awkwardness.” His smirk is all teeth, and I understand him perfectly.

He’s planning to get himself a Stepford wife who’ll bat her long lashes on demand and never say a thing about his infidelities. Someone who knows and accepts his behavior.

I suppose that’s the fashion among the wealthy, but I’d hate it. I want someone who’d expect respect from me. Who’d demand it. Someone who’d fight me every day for it, tooth and nail. Who’d make mefeel.

I hate that Erica’s face comes to mind.

I hate my dick for finally deigning to twitch in my pants.

I hate the way my brain short circuits and makes me see her wearing white and my rings on her finger.

Fucking hell. Someone should punch some sense into me.

ChapterEleven

Nine.It'snineby the time he fucking comes back home. I see his car slow to a stop from across the grounds, and he strolls to his house, not sparing a glance at the brownstone.

I swear, the next time his dick gets anywhere close to me, I'll bite it off.

I'm not jealous. I haven't decided what I am, yet, but jealous isn't it. I don't envy Jade. I bear the bitch no ill will. At least not over Chase; the way she'stargeted me at PE is another matter entirely. It's Chase I want to strangle.

Thankfully, I've been productive over the last few hours. I've come up with a way to get Chase off my back entirely.Plus, I got some work done.

I was reluctant to wait until next Wednesday to get started, when I’m so many weeks behind the other club members, so I spent the last few hours working on the fair project. Not to distract myself from the fact that Chase wasn't back, naturally. I was merely concerned about catching up to my peers.

I'm full of shit. But seriously, why the fuck would he spend four hours with Jade, after claiming she wasn't his girlfriend?

He could just be fucking her, I suppose. God, I need to get tested for STDs. Who knows how many holes he’s dipped his cock into before my mouth.

I save my work and head downstairs to heat up my lasagna and eat it in front of the TV, frying my brain with a stupid show about girls getting screwed over by some ugly dude on Tinder, until I fall asleep.

"-rica?"

I blink, utterly confused.

Ouch.My neck's knotted in three different places. Audrey's choice of sofas might be pretty, but they're torture devices.

When my vision stops blurring, my mouth gapes. "What are you doing here?"

Chase stands in front of me, unfairly gorgeous in his school uniform. A stupid blazer and black pants shouldn't fit him like that.

"Are you skipping school again? I suppose education doesn't matter, if you plan to just keep sucking cocks for a living."

"Get out of my house."

He tilts his head. "Your house?"

I stand up and push hard against his chest. "Out. Now."

I might as well try to lift a car, for all the good that effort does me.

Chase sighs. "I didn't see you leave. You normally go around seven forty to get to school on time."

Shit. What time is it?

"If you get ready quickly, I'll give you a ride."

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