(Orville POV)
"Fuck, he wouldn't answer his phone!!" I said as I slammed my fist on my desk. I threw all my folders across the room in a fit of rage. Why wouldn't he even talk to me? Is he that angry? He didn't even come home last night. Where the fuck is he then?
"Orville, I am pretty sure he's just angry."
"You know what? If you didn't call me that night, there would have never been a conversation that he overheard, he would still be here with me." I said.
"Don't you pin the blame on me, Orville. You know exactly the consequence of your behavior. Sooner or later, he would have found out about your lies and previous affairs with other women. Do you really think you could hide it from him?" Harold berated me.
"No, but it's unfair. I didn't even get to explain myself."
"It's more unfair for Zane, Orville. You said that he already doesn't feel comfortable with your affair with him but you still pursued him like a stubborn dog. You didn't listen to what he wants. You should have let him go in the first place because your relationship with him won't work out and it will never work out."
"Well…I will give you that. I do feel pretty selfish for doing that but I just want him, you know. I want him and him alone. I want to be with him, I want to be there for him, I want everything about him. He just makes me yearn for him the more we spend time with each other. Harold, I love Zane and that's what I realized when I moved out of the house."
"Orville, as a friend, I would say, just give it up! You're a father of three children and you have a wife. That's your life right now. It's time to grow up and stop living in your fantasy world with Zane. Time to face the reality and this is reality. Eloise is pregnant for Pete's sake. Take care of her, even though it's not your child. She's your wife and it's your role to be with her. I know you want to be a good person but to be a good person, there are some sacrifices to be made like losing something or someone."
"Losing Zane, you mean." I replied.
"Yes, that's what I meant. Do you really think that you can just leave Eloise hanging? She's your wife and you are her husband. Nothing can change that. The biggest thing you can do for Zane at this point is to just be a good person. Be a good role model for your kids, be attentive to your wife's needs, and be there for them because they are your family. Just do that for Zane and accept the fact that what you had with him was nothing more than an exhilarating affair."
I was looking down the entire time, listening to Harold's advice when I felt droplets of tears on my hands.
Just accept it, Orville that you won't have a fairy tale ending. Happily ever after only happens in a story book, not in reality.
"Can I at least have closure with him?"
"If he still wants to talk to you." Harold replied. The pain is unbearable and the worst part is that I did not really see this coming. I think the hardest thing to accept right now is that Zane and I are just starting and in a snap of finger, it's over just like that. The unexpected fall is what stings the most about this relationship fallout.
I was sniffling and I keep wiping my eyes every two minutes. It's basically the end. In a way, I was also slightly grateful because through Zane, I have experienced what real affection is, what laughter is, what joy is, what making love is. I have experienced all good things because of him. It's safe to say that he taught me what love means…real and genuine love.
We want to be together but circumstances didn't allow us to have that.
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(Zane POV)
I woke up feeling as if my head's getting pounded by something. It is so torturous to even sit up but I still managed to. I noticed that I am now wearing a white shirt with a comfy pajama. It's funny because I cannot remember myself changing last night.
Wait, what happened last night?
Then it hit me, I was trying to outrun two thieves but they threw something on the back of my head which resulted to me fainting. Also, I remember seeing a familiar woman before losing consciousness. She's the lady who kept stalking me everywhere I go. What does she want from me?
I looked around the room and I just realized that I am in an unknown place but it actually looks very nice. It has a nice rustic color palette. The walls are colored beige with retro artsy tapestries and almost everything is made out of wood. The floors are made with seamless wood texture and I can tell from the looks of my wooden headboard, it's varnished oak.
The bedside drawers look exactly the same as the ones I saw when Orville and I checked into our hotel room for the first time but the hand carvings here are much simpler and less intricate. There is also an antique closet next to a window that shows the sea horizon.
"Where the hell am I?" I said as I stood up and came out of the room. I was surprised by the aromatic and strong scent of brewed coffee that I inhaled the moment I came out the door. I stood agape as I saw a fully prepared breakfast on a coffee table with seat cushions surrounding it. There is also a modern U shaped sofa behind that looks as wide, if not larger than Orville's.
I went straight to the door juxtaposed to mine, only to see a spacious kitchen with granite kitchen islands and a pantry featuring lifetime supplies of goods. The kitchen and the dining room areas are separated by an open door. The dining room area features a contemporary dining table that is long enough to entertain many visitors, a mini chandelier and a record player. Near the record player is a sliding door that leads to a private pool outside.
Alright, I have to know where I am right now. I rushed to the other door, assuming that it maybe the exit and it is. I saw people wearing the same uniform that says Villa Caruso Staff. There are three things that I am currently seeing and those are white sand, ocean and what it seems to be separate villas that look similar to where I am right now.
However, I don't see any customers here. All I am seeing are staffs walking around and minding their own business. No one's even wearing swimming clothes so it's a little peculiar.
"It's very quiet here." I whispered.
"Sir Zane! You're awake already."
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"You don't but everybody here knows you."
"How?"
"I'm sorry sir, but we are not allowed to disclose any information. Our task is only to serve. Have you eaten the breakfast we made for you? I left the tray on your coffee table."
I am literally stunned. What planet have I landed on?