Page 383 of Filthy Elites

I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m a lot different from what you had before. I know you played a lot of different games with her. I guess sometimes I wonder if you ever get bored with me.”

“No,” he says, reaching down and stroking my cheek.

“Okay. Good.”

“I would ask if you ever get bored with me, but I don’t ask stupid questions.”

I laugh, and he smiles. “Yeah, no. I don’t know how anyone could ever get bored with you.”

He smirks, grabbing me and rolling over so I’m underneath him. I spread my legs to make room for him—not to go another round, just so he can get comfortable on top of me.

Inevitably, once he is, though, he starts kissing and touching me. My body gets warm and he pushes a finger into me.

There’s a knock at the door.

I gasp, and he pulls out of me.

A frown flickers across my face.

“Must be the room service I ordered,” he says, sitting up on the edge of the bed and grabbing his underwear off the floor so he can pull them back on.

Oh, right.

I thought…

I shake my head of silly thoughts and smile up at my beautiful boyfriend, pulling the blankets up to cover my chest. “Room service. You spoil me.”

He smirks as he looks back at me, then walks to the door in just his underwear because he’s absolutely shameless.

He’s shameless in the best way, though.

I won’t say life with him is always easy and there have definitely been bumps along the way, but now that I’ve met him, I can’t imagine doing it with anybody else.

He gets in your veins and poisons your blood. At first, you think you’re just a little sick, but then you realize what you’re infected with… it’s severe, and there’s no cure, and it never really leaves you.

Maybe it’s corruption or liberation. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I know it’s intoxicating and addictive, and I can’t even imagine a life without him anymore.

I knew he saved my life that night when he dragged me out of the pool, but I didn’t know he was giving me a completely new one.

I guess, for all the bad she has done and will likely continue to do, at least Anae Richards did one thing right: she brought me to him.

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