Page 524 of Filthy Elites

The sound of a golf cart horn beeping from outside breaks the strained moment between me and Sebastian’s friends, and I shake off the weirdness of discussing this stuff with them. “That’s Sammy, see you later.”

“Where are you going?” Clay asks.

“Off campus to get breakfast.”

“Take my car, don’t ride the bus,” Evan says, holding his keys out for me to take.

“Oh, I can’t drive.”

“But you have your permit,” Clay says.

“Having a permit and knowing how to drive are two different things. Mom can’t drive either, we planned to learn together, but then… well you know what happened and I left. But it’s fine, Sammy has a car. Bye.”

All three guys stare at me a little shocked, but I don’t ask them what the problem is, I just leave, eager to get some space and some time away from campus for the first time since I got here.

“Morning, girl, you look surprisingly fresh for someone who was being fucked all night,” she says in greeting.

“You don’t look too perky. What happened with Ross?”

“Who?” she grimaces.

“The guy you were making out with?”

“Wasn’t his name Rob?”

“No,” I laugh.

“Oh. Well your housemates are serious cockblockers. After I got your text to say you were leaving, they decided to come play security to me. They scared Rob off.”

“Ross.”

“Yeah, him. They scared him off and then kept giving every guy who came near me death stares until they left. My lady balls were so blue by the time they dropped me off at home that I had to bring out my BOB to save the day.”

“If you weren’t up all night having sex, why do you look so tired?”

She grimaces. “Because my orgy-loving roomies were. I walked in on a full-blown sex show. The triplets. Did I tell you the girls were identical triplets?”

“Er, no,” I laugh.

“Yep Amie, Amelia and Anastasia Attingham. They’re either nymphos or they are looking to get knocked up before the end of the first semester. We’ve only been here a few weeks and Amie is already engaged and pregnant. I assumed that might make her and Tim take a step back from the constant orgies, but no, now she’s jumping from cock to cock, warming them up for her sisters. I really, really need to move out, I’ve got to the point where I’m frightened to touch anything in case it has someone’s fluids on it.”

“Ewww that is gross. I wish we had a spare room in our house, I’d love another girl to balance out the testosterone in that place.”

We chat away until we reach one of the valet stations and a familiar face steps out. “Starling,” Angelo says with a bright smile. “How you doing?”

“Hi, Angelo, I’m good thanks, this is my friend Sammy.”

“Hey, Sammy,” he nods, glancing at her briefly then turning back to me. “I haven’t seen you around, I thought you might come visit me.”

“Er, yeah, it’s been a hectic few weeks, settling into school, making friends.” I shrug.

“Yeah, that’s cool. Maybe you’d let me take you out some time?” he asks.

“Ohhh, er.”

“Ahh someone snapped you up already, didn’t they?”

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, it’s just.” Wrinkling my brow I try to decide what to say. “Er, it’s complicated.”

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