Page 624 of Filthy Elites

On Friday night, I thought the only thing I’d have to worry about when I next saw him was that kiss. I never thought I’d have so much more, and the fucking kiss would be nothing on the scale of how serious my problems are.

Looking at him is so hard, and he’s not saying anything more. He’s just staring back at me, and I don’t know what he’s thinking or why he’s here.

I can’t believe he saw me do things I never wanted anyone to see. What I did wasn’t even okay behind a screen, and I know…

I fucked up.

I fucked up and brought this problem on myself. The problem with taking risks is the risk.

So, the answer is simple. I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have gone to the agency, I shouldn’t have sunk so low.

He comes closer in that predatory manner, and I feel like I should run.

I step backward, my feet colliding with a twig, crushing it.

My throat closes, and all I can think of is his warning that he’d make me wish I’d never been born.

“If I were you, I’d be nice to me.Nicer.” His voice has that touch of menace that’s just enough to put the fear of God in me.

“Nice?” I snap. “Why are you here? To gloat?”

“What did you need the money for?”

The question surprises me. Earlier, I checked my account and saw he paid the money he said he would. That doesn’t mean I have to tell him what I wanted it for.

“It’s none of your business. None of it is your business.”

“Oh, I think it is, Malyshka.” He comes right up to my ear, and his hot breath whispers over my skin with a promise of the dark fantasies I sold my clients—client. Him.

Of the four nights I actually worked, I had him twice.

He comes nearer. Any closer and we’ll be kissing again.

I move out of the magnetic force keeping me rooted to the ground and glare at him.

“What are you going to do? Tell everyone what you saw me do?”

He laughs, cruel and slow, sending shivers tingling down my spine.

When he takes out his phone, presses the button on the home screen, and a video of me starts playing of me lying on the bed and touching myself, I feel like I want to die.

My hand flies up to my mouth, and the walls of my insides start to crumble as if someone is using a sledgehammer to attack me from the inside out.

He recorded it. The fucking bastard recorded it.

Not just that but the whole conversation we had too. I can’t even raise the issue with the agency because clients are allowed to record. They’re just not allowed to break the confidentiality of the workers.

But such rules don’t apply to people like Chad Volkova.

“As it stands, baby girl, I get to do whatever I want,” he taunts.

“How could you be so cruel?” I choke back tears, willing myself not to cry in front of him.

“Cruel is just the beginning of who I am. Cruelty flows through my veins and guides me to do whatever the fuck I want to do.” He comes forward and takes a lock of my hair.

The trepidation that seizes my heart at his touch freezes me in place, and I can barely breathe.

“Now, just imagine what I could do with this video and all those topless pictures of you I downloaded from the site.”

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