Page 632 of Filthy Elites

It was clear from the way Billie spoke about her mother that there was a clear disagreement, and home might not always be happy. I can imagine arguments and contention over another man moving in to take her father’s place, but it’s clear her mother loves her.

The only thing I’ll ever truly know in this life as truth, is that my mother loved me with all her heart.

I guess everything is going to remind me of her in some shape or form because I miss her and wish she didn’t die the way she did. I wish we could have had more time with her.

I’m just grieving for her. That’s all it is.

Everything is still raw.

I knew she was going to die, but knowing doesn’t make death easier, especially when it happens sooner than you think.

So, this fascination with Billie Fairchild is all in my head. She’s still who she is, and her father is still scum that deserves the death penalty. I’m sure once I fuck her and get her out of my system, everything will sort itself out with my mind.

And my dick.

“You suck, Chad.” Maksim throws a handful of Cheetos at me. “Okay, how about this, what about you and Jenna?”

“There is nothing going on with Jenna and me .”

“Why do I believe you more about her than Billie Fairchild?”

“That’s just you seeing what you want to see.” I chuckle and take a swig of my drink. “Do me a favor and stop inviting her around to ourhangouts.” Like the other day.

“Fine. Maybe if you communicate a little more, I’d know what sort of pussy you want.”

“Don’t worry about me.” For the next thirty days, I’m sure I’ll get my fill of the beauty. I can’t wait to have her riding my cock.

The moment I think of that, I think of what I’d like her to do when she starts working for me tomorrow.

I take out my phone and find her number. She’s probably still trying to work out how I got my number in her phone—secrets and tactics that make me as dangerous as I look.

“What are you up to?” Maksim grins.

“Nothing.”

I type the message to Billie:

Meet me at my house at five tomorrow. My car needs cleaning. Wear a bikini.

The blue dots jump immediately, and I can just imagine that pouty mouth frowning.

Billie:you asshole, I’m not wearing a bikini to clean your car.

Me: wear the bikini or do it naked. Take your pick. I know I’ll enjoy one more than the other.

Billie: fine, I’ll wear the bikini.

Yes, she will. That’s how we’ll make a start and see where the evening takes us.

* * *

Billie lookslike she’s about to do a shoot for Sports Illustrated or Playboy Magazine.

But then I knew she would. That’s why I wanted her here like this.

I sit on the balcony and down the rest of my beer as I stare at the beauty cleaning my car.

Next to me is the contract I emailed her with her signature on it.

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