Pure Vice

John Michael Bradford || 31 || Businessman We're going to play that game? As if you wouldn't know who I am? Oh, okay. Sure. I'll accommodate you. Rich asshole capable of buying everything you love and fucking your wife right in front you. You'd even thank me when she came.

[evie-brooks]

#so that's where you've been. shopping.

[evie-brooks]

You should know better than that by now, this is my you’re talking to, I’m never low on male company. I just…wasn’t…interested in faking an orgasm and dealing with a mediocre sexual experience. So…maybe I missed you…a little…shut up and don’t brag about it because I swear to God I’ll deny it.

If you’re talking an unlimited shopping spree, then I’ll had to do more than just a little stroking. 

[johnmbradford]

So I was right. You did miss me. Good that you admitted it. I won't tell anyone. If you don't tell that I--I kind of missed you too.

See, it's amazing how well you know me. You coming over tonight?

[evie-brooks]

#so that's where you've been. shopping.

[evie-brooks]

If I remember correctly, you haven’t had sex with anyone in two weeks either, so I’m failing to see what the big deal is. Get your head out of your ass and contain your ego, just because I haven’t slept with anyone that does not imply that I missed you and I was waiting for you. I’m admitting to nothing, if you don’t take me to Chanel, someone else will. Sooooo…

[johnmbradford]

That's because I was busy. Working. You know the word, right? Even if you've never really done it before. My ego is fully contained. That's not what you should be stroking right now anyway. It's clear though. Even if you don't admit it. You missed me. Whatever. Don't be ashamed.

Would he take you and give you an unlimited budget? I don't think so. At least not the way you're used to. You low on male company lately?

[evie-brooks]

#so that's where you've been. shopping.

[evie-brooks]

I talk a lot, that’s what I do. How else do you think I talk myself into and out of most things? You did not, one second you’re screwing me on your balcony and the next you completely vanish. It’s not like I missed you or anything, so it’s no big deal. But feel free to lavish me in expensive and fabulous gifts because you know I love those. Chanel or Versace are perfect ways to say “I’m sorry for leaving you sexless for two weeks”, just saying.

[johnmbradford]

So you haven't had sex with anyone in the past two weeks? The last you ever had was...me? 

Now see, that would indicate that you did miss me. You weren't waiting for anyone else. You were waiting for me. Chanel and Versace are only to start with, Ev. IF you admit it.

[evie-brooks]

#so that's where you've been. shopping.

[evie-brooks]

They do but if the rich and employed—who I know for a fact possess phones from the way that they’re always glued to their Blackberrys—was so horny, they could’ve easily sent a texted the rich and unemployed to let them know of their situation. Or better yet, made the unemployed one aware that they intended on vanishing for a few weeks.

[johnmbradford]

Those are way too many words. Let's cut that down next time. I did send you a text. I think I did? I told you I was going to New York for business. Or did I? Shit, I thought I did. I have to buy you something so you forgive me, right?

[evie-brooks]

#so that's where you've been. shopping.

I’m rich and unemployed, that’s basically all I do besides drink obscene amounts of wine and lay around on a beach.

[johnmbradford]

Do rich and unemployed people not own phones? Because I'd have liked to talk to you. I was horny. 

[fykatgraham]

Carolina Herrera dress, Brian Atwood shoes, Stark clutch and H Stern jewelry.

[music-from-within]

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[evie-brooks]

I know what comes with the truth and that’s you. And that’s what’s so fucking terrifying about it all because a guy like you can break a girl like me. I’ve seen it happen before. I can see it happening in myself whenever I’m around you as I turn into some vulnerable, weaker version of myself who has no control and is completely powerless to you. And part of me isn’t too sure what’s worse: losing all control or the fact that you seriously could just leave for good. 

 I don’t know what…or even how we can sort this shit out because I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. But okay…fine…just don’t leave.

[johnmbradford]

We can sort this shit out first before we start analyzing why the hell we're so afraid. I just want to know where I stand. It's fun getting under your skin for a while but not knowing? I'm not okay with that anymore.

Fine. I won't leave. Come over. We need to do this face to face. No bullshit, I promise.

[evie-brooks]

I don’t know what I fucking want, okay?! That’s the problem. My brain and my—….I can’t make up my god damn mind because I’m conflicted. That’s how I get whenever you’re around, I get fucking confused because while I want to just write you off like you’re everyone else else, I can’t because you’re not. Because much as I wish you were like Alexander or the rest of them, part of me is really fucking glad that you aren’t. 

I’m not good at…this. I don’t treat you like crap for shits and giggles believe it or not and there’s a reason why I only let you in so much before I push you completely out. You scare me…and well, maybe not you per say but how I am…or could be whenever I’m with you. So I don’t know if I want to hear the truth but it’s not like I can really go anywhere, I do live here, so you have me completely backed into a corner. But just don’t say goodbye to me as if it’s permanent because I don’t know if I can handle that.

[johnmbradford]

How can i give you something if you don't know what you want, Evelyn? You don't want the truth or you don't want what comes with the truth? I know I'm not like Alexander. My dick isn't limp and useless.

You think I'm good at this shit? I don't follow women across the country. I don't accept their terms just for a fuck. I don't spend more time than necessary with a woman just for fun. You fucking terrify me. I don't want to change but I feel like I'd have to in order to deserve you. But do you see me fucking pushing you away? Either we're going to sort this shit out or I'm going back to New York, Evie. It'll really be goodbye this time.

[evie-brooks]

…why did you come here, John? Don’t feed me that bullshit work excuse that you’ve been saying for the past month. You hate anywhere that’s not New York and you run of a billion dollar company that’s stationed there, whatever business that was going on here, surely one of your minions could’ve handled it. So why the fuck are you here?

[johnmbradford]

First, you need to make up your fucking mind. You want to the truth or you want me to feed you some lies so you're able to handle why I'm actually here. Because every single fucking time I try to actually treat you how I would treat any other woman I gave even the slightest bit of shit about, you get angry and turn into a fucking version of the Hulk that I like to have sex with, believe it or not.

I'm tired, Evelyn. I'm so fucking tired of having to chase you. I'm tired of feeling like that loser in high school asking out the mean girl. You make me feel like shit more than my own father and half the time, you don't even try. So make up your goddamn mind. You really want the truth or are you going to bolt like you did in New York?

[evie-brooks]

Nope, surprisingly I got nothing else to say. I’m so completely done.

[johnmbradford]

For once, you got it right and actually took the words right out of my mouth. Goodbye, Evelyn.

[evie-brooks]

Is this the part where I’m supposed to apologize for not being aware of your “greatness”. While I don’t think you’re some insolent and incompetent child, I’m not like the rest of the world who praised the ground the “Great John Bradford” walks on. I’m simply not impressed because let’s be honest, you’re riding on the coattails of your grandfather’s success. 

That’s the thing though John, you shouldn’t get angry. I’m not the woman you’re gonna marry, make a girlfriend out of, or hell even be one of your friends. You sit here and act like you’re better than all of those other men when your sole purpose for having me around is the exact same as theirs. You want me just for sex, right? You call me over when you want your dick sucked when you want quality pussy, that’s it. Don’t think you’re doing me any fucking favors by feeding me. Trust, I’m a big girl, I could find dinner for myself. So no, you wouldn’t be an asshole if you walked out after you made me cum and fucked me until I couldn’t feel my legs, you’d be doing thing. I treat you like a customer because that’s what you are. I’m a piece of ass to you; another wet, tight hole you can stick your dick into, another name on your long list of bed mates, and that’s it. 

[johnmbradford]

You keep trying so hard to put me in these little boxes you have set up in your mind about me. I wonder how it feels to realize I don't fit into it. You're right. If it weren't for my grandfather, I'd have nothing. He's the reason I'm the boss. I'm just relieved I didn't have to lay on my back for it. No, wait...You like to ride too sometimes, don't you?

You're right. I'll just change your name to "wet, tight hole" in my phone since we're going to treat one another like we're less than human. I'm going to bed. Want to fling anything else at me before I go?

[evie-brooks]

I give a majority of that credit to everyone else working for Bradford Enterprises, not you.

You forget I know men like the back of my hand. While the fucking in your house isn’t my personal preference, I can get that. But don’t act like you can’t call someone else other than me to accompany you for dinner. Like for example: that lovely young woman you were banging in your kitchen earlier. You basically throw a fucking fit when I say no. You’re a charming guy, remember? Surely you can get better company other than me—a woman who doesn’t like to be around unless we’re having sex—to sit around, smile, and laugh with you for dinner. 

[johnmbradford]

Because that makes sense. You know, you keep treating me as if I'm an insolent five year old who can't take a hint and doesn't have the intelligence god gave a rock. Sooner or later, you'll figure out that I'm a man. Why you don't have that hint yet amazes me.

You keep forgetting. I'm not like the other men you know. Me getting angry because you want to treat me like a customer instead of a human being isn't unusual, Ev. And if those other fat and old fucks had even the slightest bit of respect for themselves they wouldn't accept it either. But what are you complaining about? You sure as fuck don't complain in the moment. You ate dinner with me twice. That's not a life long connection. If I'd walked out and let you fucking starve, I'd be an asshole.

[evie-brooks]

That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve ever done.

How about we not mention my supposed jealousy and I won’t mention how you constantly muddle the lines between us strictly fucking and dating, which is why I find the need to take those extra steps. Sound good? 

[johnmbradford]

Sure. That's the smartest thing I've ever done. Not running a billion dollar company on a daily basis.

Oh. "supposed". You keep thinking things from such a small amount of evidence that it astounds me. Just because I'd prefer to fuck you in the comfort of my own bed, couch, floor, wall, and bathroom does not mean I want to date you. Just because I prefer not to eat along doesn't mean I want a girlfriend.

[evie-brooks]

Are you sure those aren’t the times when I’m laughing at you and not with you?

Trust me, you don’t want to see me when I’m mean, you’ve gotten mild glimpses of it and that’s nothing to be honest. There’s no confusion, I’ve seen a few of the women you’ve bedded and it’s hard to believe you have that many standards, let alone a type. I like you when you make me cum. Isn’t that all I’m supposed to like you for? Our…situation doesn’t exist beyond the bedroom, so it’s not necessary for me to like you for reasons that don’t pertain to your penis.

[johnmbradford]

No, I'm not. I won't pretend to assume I know what the hell goes on in your mind. I don't mind people laughing at me.

I don't know. You being mean may be a little hot. Especially if it's anything like you are when you're jealous. You keep going through all these extra steps to assure me that we're not dating. Trust me, things couldn't be clearer.

[evie-brooks]

Stick to you day job, humor is another quality that you lack in.

I’m a bitch because I just am. You’re forever harping on about how I’m not nice to you, I figured I’d approach your little situation another way and the only thing that managed to do was irritate me. I didn’t know anyone with a vagina who’d allow you to stick your dick into easily meant you had a type.

[johnmbradford]

So disappointed. You seem to think I'm funny sometimes. 

If that was nice, I'd love to see you when you're mean. You keep confusing me for your other friends, obviously. I'm not an "anyone" type of guy. I'm charming. People like me. Except for you. Can't seem to get you to like me for anything.

[evie-brooks]

Clearly someone lost their sense of humor tonight…. Such a snappy remark when I’m trying to do that nice thing for a change and this is why I’m a bitch.

[johnmbradford]

What? I thought that was pretty funny. 

You're a bitch because people aren't always nice to you? What a surprise. Why the hell do I have a type?