Page 643 of Filthy Elites

What am I doing?

I was going to head to town anyway, but he could be taking me anywhere, to do anything.

Someone is bound to see us leaving, and it will be weird. They’ll start talking. It’s not like people don’t know the bad blood between us.

“Locker room quickie?” Comes a voice I recognize. I’ve heard the voice several times over the last week. She’s just never spoken to me.

Jenna walks into the bathroom and tosses her vibrant red hair over her shoulder.

I’ve been aware of her and seen her watching me. She was doing it earlier today before classes started, and she was in history class. She would have seen Chad take me out.

Is that why she’s here?

“Can I help you with something?” I straighten and stare her down.

I’m used to bitches like her. The ones who think you’re going to steal what’s there’s.

Back in L.A., it took me a while before I could stand up for myself. When I did, I owned it, but then it was easier because I had friends around me.

Isabelle is fast becoming a friend, but she’s not a vicious bitch.

“You can leave Chad alone. He’s mine.”

I can’t help it; I laugh. Not because what she said was funny, but because I’d love to leave him alone. I just can’t.

“We’ll see how funny you think my request is when I slam your head into the wall.” She comes closer as if she’s really going to carry out her threat.

“Please try.” I nod, surprising her. “Please, just do it. Give me a reason to put you in your place.” I step forward, meeting her in the middle.

“It’s you who needs putting in your place. You just come here and think you can take.”

“I haven’t taken anything. You would do good to leave me the hell alone.”

“I’ll leave you when you leave what’s mine. He doesn’t want you. He only likes the idea of you because he hates you.”

I bite the inside of my lip, knowing she’s right. Some guys get off on that aspect of the forbidden and off-limits .

The door swings open, and two of the female janitors come in with mops and a cleaning trolley.

“You’re lucky,” Jenna hisses, leaning close. “Next time, you might not be.”

She walks away, and I release the breath I’m holding.

Great. Just what I need.

I have head bitch on my ass, and she wants me to leave her man alone. The guy who wants me because he hates me.

All I can do is keep going as I am, and I have a feeling it’s not going to end well no matter what I do or don’t do.

FOURTEEN

Chad

Holy fucking hell.

Billie’s breasts bounce up and down in front of my face as she rides my cock like she owns me again.

This was the fantasy I had as I took her in the locker room—her in my car, straddling me, giving me everything.

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