Page 650 of Filthy Elites

The moment Billie skipped on to the drive in her little emerald bikini, I decided I had to have her. The fucking car could wait.

Days later, it’s still waiting. I indulge in her, and the more I take, the more I can’t get enough. Even when I think I’ve had my fill, I take one look at her and get hungry all over again.

When I’m not with her, I miss her more than I should, and I know I’m in trouble

for doing so.

The only break I force myself to take from Billie’s body is the following Friday night because I’m meeting the guys at Ilya’s house.

I would have skipped out on the meet-up but decided to go as I’ve barely spent any time with them since Billie came on the scene.

When I get there, rage fills me when I see the guys invited Jenna. Everyone is out by the pool drinking and messing around. It looks more like a party than us hanging out the way I thought we would.

Whenever we go to each other’s houses, we normally play pool and get high.

Maksim—the fucking asshole he is—raises a beer to me and laughs.

I’m not sure if he’s already drunk or high or both.

Jenna skips over to me the moment I walk in, throwing her arms around me.

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” she bubbles, shaking her hair and pushing her breasts into my chest.

I step out of her embrace, and she pouts, reminding me of a little kitten.

“Not now, Jenna.”

“Then when? I have on those lacy black thongs you like. Come on, we have the whole of upstairs free, or we can stay here and go in the hot tub.”

I had Billie in my hot tub the other day.

Billie…

I blink when Jenna shoves a hand into my chest.

“What the fuck is with you? And why the interest with thatnewgirl?” She folds her arms under her breasts.

I sneer and glare at her. “It seems you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”

Instantly she backs down, looking cautious.

“I just wanted to know.”

“You don’t get to know. If I don’t want you, I don’t want you. Now go.”

Her eyes widen, and shock siphons the blood from her pretty face.

I talk like that all the time, just not to her.

She moves away, and I head over to the little garden area where I can be by myself.

I light up a cigarette and take a long drag.

Maksim comes up to me minutes later with a tentative expression on his face.

“Sorry, man. I thought you might change your mind.” He looks me over like he’s inspecting me.

“Don’t worry about it.”

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