Page 631 of Filthy Elites

I can’t wait for tomorrow to come. In fact, I might do some spying tonight. If people knew all the things I could do, they’d be more afraid of me.

In the not too distant future , I’ll be an accountant with the type of tech skills many in the underground would pay a pretty penny for.

The one thing my old man did for me that was worth anything was allow me to do a summer internship at Markov Tech in San Francisco. It’s run by Eric Markov, the Obshchak in the Voirik Brotherhood.

The Voirik are one of the groups in the alliance, and we all use Markov Tech in one way or another.

I was fortunate to train under Eric, and he taught me a thing or two that I might have modified and kept to myself.

Maksim interrupts my thoughts when he tosses me another can of beer and downs the rest of his.

We’re doing math together while we sit by the pool.

Of course, neither of us went to detention today, and we skipped out on it yesterday too.

That pissed off old Principal Kolyav something fierce, but there’s not a goddamn thing he can do about it.

I’ve had enough shit with Dad since the incident, that I don’t see why I have to double up on my suffering.

Especially when my dick is suffering more than any other part of my body.

There’s a list of girls I could call to take care of that problem, but the one I want will probably burn my dick off.

Maksim lights up a cigarette and gives me a pensive stare. “So, are you gonna tell me anytime soon what’s with you and this girl?”

He’s been on that subject since he got here because he saw me talking to Billie in the parking lot.

“There’s nothing to tell.” I lie so easily and effortlessly no one can ever figure me out.

Not even him. That’s why he’s giving me that curious look because he’s not sure if I’m telling the truth or not.

Of all the guys in our group, he’s the friend I trust the most, and he’s the closest to me even though we’re all close. We’ve just known each other the longest. We’ve been friends since birth, while the others joined us in elementary school.

“Man, you know you can’t lie to me.” He continues his argument in Russian, telling me I’m talking bull shit, and he’s ready to call me out on it any day.

“I’m not lying. Trust me.”

If I were myself right now, we’d both be watching that video of Billie and jerking off.

If I were myself, I wouldn’t have taken down the pictures on Billie’s profile from the Decadent site and saved them for myself.

If I were myself, I would have left her alone.

I just can’t yet, because Billie fascinates me for reasons I can’t quite describe.

In just ten days, I’ve gone from wanting her out of my life to wanting to fuck her. That’s messed up.

It’s even more messed up than the plan I’ve conjured for her for the next thirty days—correction, thirty eight days with weekends included.

My plan essentially sees me paying her a hundred g’s to leave New York.

I get what I want in the end—her gone. But something I don’t want to listen to keeps whispering that I might not want that. She might fascinate me too much, which is absurd.

That aside, there are a few things that haven’t exactly escaped me. Like this crazy attraction I have to her that feels more like an obsession.

I also haven’t overlooked the fact that she wants to do medical research, too, like my mother did. And even though Billie might disagree, she has a mother who cares for her.

Just like I had.

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