Page 579 of Filthy Elites

"I didn't. I told my mother you'd come for lunch because I'm confident in my ability to make you change your mind." I open her door, and she doesn't even complain about it.

She snorts, sliding into her seat."You and I both know you only have power over me when you're playing with my pussy."

I chuckle, circling the car to the driver's seat. I love how she readily admits giving into my cock. "I don't suppose I could fuck you on the table, sadly." I back out of the driveway, considering my options. "How about a deal? You do something for me, I do something for you."

She frowns in puzzlement, like I've confounded her. I suppose she's used to me taking what I want, but I'm not opposed to some negotiation, so long as things ultimately go my way. If it gives her the illusion of power, all the better. In truth, she probably doesn't need to compromise. If she asks for something, I'll give it to her. Anything except her freedom. She belongs to me, whether she likes it or not.

"All right. You stop with the girlfriend nonsense, and I'll come to lunch."

"Can't you just ask for jewels? A handbag? Hell, you need a car, don't you?"

"You're not buying me a car." She rolls her eyes. "And there's nothing I want more than for you to stop trying to fuck with my head."

I try to guess how many women in my acquaintance would have picked that over a luxurious gift, and come up empty. A refusal is ready on my lips, but I reconsider. "Fine. We have a deal."

If she doesn't want to be my girlfriend, so be it. I'm smirking all the way to school.

We've left too late for coffee, and we had some at breakfast, so I drive us directly there. We park at the same time as Rhys, who's driving Roman today.

"Hey, guys. No soft porn this morning?" Roman pouts. "I'm disappointed."

I punch his left shoulder, and turn to Erica. "Ignore the oaf. You have nerd club this afternoon, right? I could drive you home after football."

She uses her trademark response. "Pass."

Without another word, she walks in, fleeing my stupidass friends. Or me.

I choose to blame him. "Another disrespectful word to her, and not only will I cut off your dick, I'll make you eat it."

Roman guffaws like the asshole he is. "That's a far cry from the start of the year. You wanted us to make her life hell."

I don't need a reminder. "It stops now." I start toward the school.

"He's serious about her, Rom," Camden tells him, following me. "Push him, and you're going to lose a friend. Not to mention, get fucked up in the process."

Roman's eyes widen. "Really? I mean, you literally hated her guts a week ago. Did I miss something?"

Like I'm about to tell them what caused my change of heart.

"Chase's being a little bitch about it and keeping us in the dark, so I can only assume that he learned the truth about his parents' relationship."

That gets my attention. How the fuck could Cam know something I didn't about my own fucking family.

"Ooooh. So, you finally heard your mom likes to have a train run on her, huh?" Roman smirks at me.

I snap, and move to punch his face. I would have, too, if Camden hadn't expected my move and held me back by the shoulders.

"What the fuck, Rom?" I'm yelling.

"Chill. I'm not, like, insulting her. Just saying it like it is. She's a little deviant around the edges. Nothing wrong with that."

He's ever so casual, and sounds entirely too certain of himself.

I'm fuming, seeing red, but underneath the anger, I also feel fucking stupid.

"Rom? Go to class, and shut your trap." Camden's calm as ever.

Roman shrugs and obeys without question.

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