“His Majesty – is he ... unwell?”I snorted. Nothing a cold bath and some sleep won’t cure. “He’s fine. It’s a personal matter.”He nodd...ed. “Of course. My apologies. I am ... relieved that you are here, your Highness.”I smiled, expression softening. He’s had to put up with whatever is going on with Cailan for probably a week; no point taking it out on him. “It’s going to be okay, Willem.”“And happy I am to hear that.” He shook his head, covering over his concerned expression with the obsequious. David wanted to tell. He wanted to be caught. It didn't make sense to Frank. But then again, nothing made much sense to Frank anymore. Perhaps David thought that telling someone of his wrongdoings was what he wanted because it would make him real. Maybe he wanted people to know he existed--the Martins were doing everything they could to make him disappear. Maybe telling would be his way of winning. To hurt them."No one can know, Frank," Oliver said quietly. "If he tells, he'll get in trouble. I. It appears my mind is unwilling to pass up this opportunity for me to be alone with this woman who I have fantasised about for so long.She pauses a second, her hand on the door and turns to smile. "Come on then." I follow her, slamming my car door shut and following her through a narrow gate towards the bright blue front door of her Victorian style terrace house. Her hands are shaking in their gloves as she pushes the key into the lock and then opens the door. Stepping inside, we are. And I fell asleep right away but then I woke up when Cait was shaking my shoulder and my head was spinning a little and Cait whispered “You have to see this” and she practically dragged me out of bed and I followed her to the stairs and I was still naked and she had a t-shirt on and we laid down behind the glass wall where we had watched her mom and dad fuck that time and we peaked under it and they were watching TV and the table between the two couches was full of bottles and glasses, a lot.