Page 550 of Filthy Elites

What Erica will never admit is that she wants me right back. If I have to torture myself, she sure as fuck is going to suffer along with me.

I have to stay away from the house for long enough—and there are eyes and ears everywhere in Thorn Falls. If she hears I was at Jade’s all this time, all the better.

I join Aryan by the pool, declining a shot but accepting the joint he just rolled.

“How’s it going, man?” he asks me.

Aryan graduated two years ago. He was pretty cool to me, even when he was a senior and I, a little fucker getting into too many fights. That was about the time when I discovered Father Dearest with his cock deep into Audrey Simons’s throat.

Why bother to marry a decent woman if you’re going to humiliate her like that? My mother’s amazing. She’s beautiful, smart, supportive. Unlike the average affluent wife of the neighborhood, she actually bothers to move her ass and go to work every day.

I mean, I get it, Audrey’s fucking hot. I thought so from the first glance. But he could do the fucking right thing and actually divorce my mother, rather than letting her live a lie, happy and blind.

I hate him. I hate myself, sometimes, too, for my sick fantasies about the daughter of that bitch.

Audrey has the gall to smile at my mother and plan garden parties with her, when she takes her husband’s cock in three holes every day.

The joint hits, and I start to relax enough to get out of my own head. That’s when I notice the stares.

Aryan’s friends are anything from eighteen to twenty-five. Most of them attend Rothford U, I think. I know almost all of them by sight. It’s not the first time I’ve seen them watch me like this.

All of them wear jewelry embossed with an H. Fucking Heritage members. What the hell do they want from me?

Aryan’s cool, despite the gold signet ring on his middle finger.

“That hit the spot,” I tell him.

The guy grins. He has messy hair as dark as his sister’s, and his tongue and eyebrow are pierced. His black shirt’s open, so I can peek at the top of some tattoo that must run along his back. Despite the show of teenage rebellion against the typical look our parents expect us to maintain, he’s wearing Gucci shoes, a Dolce & Gabbana belt, and I have the same white jeans as him. “You look like you needed it. If you’re tense, might want to try something else, too.” He lifts his chin toward a couple of girls staring at us from the pool.

They’re hot, no mistake. One’s a buxom redhead with green eyes and a tiny bikini barely covering her nipples. The other’s black and skinny as fuck. Her monokini leaves nothing to the imagination. They’re both gawking like I’m a candy they can’t wait to swallow.

Jesus. I see how most girls at school look at me; they’d lift their boring old wool skirts if I crooked a finger, even those who are taken. This is different. The girls aren’t just into me, they expect me to take what they’re offering.

“Pass,” I say, sadly finding the stupidass dick in my pants limp as hell. Downright flaccid. If it’s not a contrary, dark-haired bitch with annoying cat eyes that can’t make their mind up what color they are, it’s not interested.

“Damn. You have it bad. What’s the girl’s name?”

I laugh out loud. Like I’m gonna tellhim. I’m not even telling myself, most of the time.

Jade walks out of the veranda to join the pool party, wearing a black suit and with a cocktail in hand.

“Not my sister, then,” Aryan gleans, watching me.

My indifference must have been obvious.

“We’re just friends.” Jade’s always been around, like the guys. We’ve frequented the same parties since we wore diapers. Sure, she’s tried to get into my pants a couple of times, but it’s been years.

“Chase, tell me you’re not dumb enough to think that a man and a woman, both straight, can ever be just friends?”

I shrug, my mind on the dickhead I punched for attacking Erica a couple of days back. I should have hit him harder. The only one who gets to torment her is me.

“Aren’t you friends with the girls here?” I ask.

There are about thirty people around the pool, and a good half are women.

Aryan laughs good-heartedly. “Sure. And I also fucked all of them at one point or another. I’ll likely marry one of them, one day.”

Shit.The guy’s, what, twenty-one? He’s already thinking that far ahead?

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