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I'm not impressed. I've seen and had better. Bradley's not at all ugly. At least not hard to look at, but he's not a nice guy, and he never deserved Charlie.
I twist around on the couch to where I can plop my now spent body down.
“What?” I fire back at him. “You thought you were good enough to make me come on your own? Holy fuck.”
“You are such a fucking bitch, Ella. Why are you saying Charlie's name while I’m fucking you?”
“You think I’m a bitch? You’re such a big boy breaking hearts and hurting feelings.”
“You’re not too bright, are you?” I continue.
“Well, I guess it's good that you're pretty enough. Why do you think I said her name??
I might as well come clean now. I raise my eyebrows, waiting for an answer and the puzzle pieces to fall into place.
“You've got a thing for Charlotte?” He asks.
Bradley's never seen a real bisexual woman in person. Of course not. He's only ever seen it in porn. Well, I'm the real deal. I like cock enough to take it plenty, but I don't want to deal with the messy aftermath. Men pretend to honor and love you, and they’re just as high maintenance as a woman, except it's worse because they have a temper.
Most men think the world is theirs and can get whatever they want. So they take and take and never give enough for what they’ve taken. And once you’re all spent, they leave. I've been taken too often against my will by men like that. That's why I prefer softer, more genuine, and reliable sex. Charlotte’s soul is gentle like mine used to be ages ago. I can’t ever be that way again. And I want what I can't have. I always have wanted what I can’t have.
“We have a winner!” I bite my lip and try not to smile; he can tell I'm making fun of him now. And here comes the anger.
Like I said, predictable. I’m so fucking bored, but this can be fun. “Okay, Brad. Let's cut to the chase. You've been fucking around on Charlotte for more than a year. That girl you've been cheating on Charlie with, I’ve seen her. She can’t even begin to compare to Charlotte. You're a damn idiot. And a loser. I had to wait until the perfect moment to give Charlotte the wake-up call she had needed for the past few years. Do you think it was a coincidence that your side piece happened to walk in right when you were fucking Charlotte?”
The reaction on his face is comical. First, it crumbles and then somehow looks even more surprised before taking on a pained expression and ending with pure angsty hatred.
“What the fuck, Ella? WHAT THE FUCK!” He erupts, shouting at a volume I’ve never experienced.
He grabs his pants, getting dressed in a hurry. Finally, I don't have much longer. I pick my dress up and toss it over my head. I'm dressed just like that. I sit back down on the couch, ready for him to pounce.
Instead, he wobbles backward. “You're the reason why Charlotte left me? You knew! You did this! You’ve ruined my life!”
I'm ahead of him in the game, willingly and unabashedly smiling. So I allow myself to chuckle.
“Yep. Somehow, I’m the one who ruined your life even though you’re the dumbass who couldn’t keep his dick to himself. I thought you would be here to grovel at some point, and you didn't disappoint. You played into everything perfectly. Now you're never going to be able to ask for forgiveness. Charlotte will never be able to take you back because you just fucked her best friend. Bradley, she will take my word over your word any day of the week.”
“I bought her a fucking ring!” He is becoming increasingly more belligerent by the minute than I thought he would. His hands pull at his hair, his face turning the color of beets.
“You’re an evil slut,” he spits at me. Literally.
It lands on the lower part of my leg. I quickly swoop the spit up on my finger, ensuring Bradley sees every movement and follows what I'm doing. Then, I take his spit and put it in my mouth. Arousal and repulsion paint his face.
At this point, it’s what I want.
“Did your mom even fucking die?” He asks me.
Just like that, I'm here again. Feeling my insides crumble, dying just like my mom. My eyes shift towards the window. I can’t bring myself to look at his face for the first time.
“Yes, she died. We’ve had fun, but I'm finished with you, Bradley.”
“You’re going to end up dying alone, Ella. No one is ever going to love a deranged whore like you. The sooner Charlotte knows who you truly are, the better,” he snaps.
His bitter words echo through me, stinging as I swallow them down. It takes only seconds for me to recover from the blow.
“I'm tired. You've probably had one of the best fucks of your life. Now you can take this memory and go fuck yourself. If you know what's good for you, you’ll stay away from Charlie. Because it won't just be Charlie, that'll know what you did. I'll make sure everybody knows.”
“Everyone would know what you did, too,” he says with exasperation, his brown eyes wild.
