Page 605 of Filthy Elites

When I set the bottle down on the nightstand, I catch sight of the printout I got on Billie.

I pick it up and look at her picture. She looks completely different in real life from what I have.

For a start, she must have been at least fourteen in this image, so she still has a childlike appearance on her face.

There was no resemblance to anything childlike on her face today.

What I saw today was raw beauty, and yes, Maksim, you’re right.

I did look at her like I wanted to fuck her brains out, then punish her mouth after with a mouthful of my dick. Except I was thinking of doing it the other way around.

Those pouty lips would be all over my dick first. I’d punish her face until tears formed in her eyes, then I’d bend her over my knee and fuck the hatred I feel toward her out of my system.

My dick twitches at the thought, and my mouth waters for the taste of her like I’ve been starving for days.

Looks like I’m in for a very interesting time with Billie Fairchild.

Babygirl, I truly hope you listen to me and find a way to get the hell out of my life because I will destroy you.

That is one thing I promise you, Malyshka.

FOUR

Billie

“You should definitely cometo the party on Friday,” Isabelle bubbles as we walk out to the parking lot. “It will be fun and the perfect way to get over those new-girl nerves.”

She laughs heartily, and I appreciate the effort she’s making to be what I could call a friend.

“I don’t know. It might be too soon to do something like that.” I don’t feel comfortable enough to go to a party yet.

“That’s crazy. How can you even say that?”

“I just don’t want to put myself in any kind of situation where I may be picked on.”

“You’ve been fine today. No sign of Chad or his goons.”

I shake my head. “No. No sight of him.”

“That’s good right?”

“It is.”

Today has been okay so far. I haven’t had as many bad looks as yesterday, and more people spoke to me as I went to a few more classes.

Of course, because I haven’t seen my monster today, I’m still holding my breath and watching my back. I haven’t had all my classes yet, and I know I’m bound to have a chunk of those with Chad.

Yesterday when I went home I made sure I did my research on him.

“Know your enemies and keep them closer than your friends.” That’s what my grandfather used to say to me. It was one of his pearls of wisdom.

The stuff I found on the Volkovas was exactly the type of things that worried me about having any association with the Russian mafia. The only person in the family who seemed normal was his mother. The tributes I read after her death was touching and made me wonder what kind of person she was. Especially since she is ironically what I want to be when I make it in the medical world.

People called her and angel. It's hard to believe her son could be so vile.

“I think I should avoid any situation where I could run into Chad.” I sigh, biting the inside of my lip.

“You can’t sign off having a social life because of one asshole loser.”

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