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"One lie is enough to question all truths."

After waving Connor goodbye, Oliver turned around to continue cleaning the apartment, but he hadn't made any steps yet when he heard an unfamiliar voice shouted behind him. He turned around to see the commotion and was surprised to see his husband being engulfed in an embrace by a taller man.

"Happy New Year, Connor!" The tall man yelped as he pressed his palms on either side of Connor's cheeks. "I miss you so much," he said and embraced Connor once more, hooking his chin to Connor's right shoulder.

'Julian' Oliver presumed as he observed the man's body language towards Connor; it was too intimate for him to be considered as a relative or a friend; the stranger's actions were definitely of a lover. 'He must be Julian,' Oliver dreaded, body still shock-frozen from the unexpected visitor.

"Connor, there is a strange man looking at me. Who is he?" Julian asked his boyfriend when he opened his eyes and saw a pale chubby man intruding on his little reunion with his boyfriend. "Connor?" he asked again and glanced at his unmoving boyfriend, shaking his shoulders to relieve him from stiffness.

"I'm his…" Oliver started and mentally kicked himself for opening his mouth. "Uhmm… I'm the new housekeeper," he lied when he noticed in the hallway mirror that he was still wearing his apron. "I'm Oliver," he introduced himself.

"Oh good! I'm famished from all the traveling," Julian said and tugged Connor towards the kitchen. "Do you know how to make an egg and tuna sandwich, Oliver?" he asked as he placed his ass on the kitchen stool, motioning for Connor to do the same. "Make two," he ordered when he saw the housekeeper nod his head.

"Jules, he's not a—" Connor's protest was cut off by the high pitch voice of Oliver.

"Coming right up, sir," Oliver said with fake enthusiasm, and started preparing the sandwich.

"He's not what?" Julian probed and nudged his knee to Connor's.

"He's not… uhh… never mind," Connor dismissed, quite grateful for the out Oliver had given him; he was still not ready to reveal everything to Julian. He needed time, he hadn't even talked to Oliver yet. "What are you doing here, Jules?" he asked instead.

"It's New Year, Connor," Julian explained. "I don't want you to be alone in New Year's Eve," he said sheepishly.

"Well, it's too late for that; the fireworks went off a few hours ago," Connor said bitterly, leaving the fact that he wasn't alone, but was busy fucking his husband over and over again.

"It isn't my fault this time, I promise," Julian sincerely said and held Connor's hands over the counter where it could be perfectly seen by Oliver. "The plane was delayed for a few hours because of the heavy snowfall in New York. Blame the weather, not me. I really wanted to spend New Year with you."

Connor jerked his hand away from Julian. "If you really wanted to be with me last night then why didn't you come back here days earlier to make sure we'd celebrate New Year together? Why would you wait until the last minute?" he frustratingly asked. "Why didn't you even call me to say that you'd be here? No wait! Where were you Julian, you've been MIA for the last couple of days. You didn't even greet me on Christmas, and then you just suddenly appear on my door steps!" he shouted the last sentence and turned from his seat to face away from Julian.

Julian sighed heavily before starting to explain to his boyfriend. "Could you at least look at me before I explain myself?" he pleaded and used his left hand to turn Connor's head. He continued even with the cold treatment Connor was giving him. "Well my visit was obviously a surprise, so calling you would make no sense," he tried joking but received a glare from his boyfriend. "Okay… okay… I… I was caught up with my work beca—" He was startled when Connor abruptly stood up, causing the stool to tumble back.

"Work! Of course, it was work! You have only talked about work, Julian." Connor's voice was getting louder and louder as the words left his mouth. "How you would please your boss or how you would be promoted? Aren't you tired from having the same conversation, Jules? Because I certainly am!"

"Connor, calm down please," Julian calmly approached his boyfriend and gently rubbed his back. "Let me explain first, please," he continued even if he did not get any response from Connor. "I didn't get to call you because I was busy doing my last project," he explained but received a huff from Connor. "Didn't you hear me? I was busy doing my last project," he said again, emphasizing the word 'last'.

Finally, Connor looked at him when he caught Julian's implication. "What do you mean?" he asked to make sure they had the same understanding.

"The company was impressed with my work and they decided to promote me," he said proudly. "I got promoted, Connor. Finally, I've reached it," he said enthusiastically and hugged Connor tightly, but the shorter man didn't reciprocate the gesture.

"I did it Connor, please be happy for me," Julian whispered desperately to Connor's ear and tightened his hold on him.

"I'm happy for you, Jules," Connor whispered back, reluctantly lifting his arms to hug Julian. "It's just… I don't know what to think now. I'm happy that you got what you wanted, but do you think it will work out? I mean us, with you being thousand miles away?"

Julian jerkily shook his head and parted their bodies to look at Connor's face. "I made a condition with them before accepting the offer." He tightened his hold onto his boyfriend's shoulder when he felt Connor's hand prying it away. "My condition was to be transferred to the PA Branch because I left someone important here, and I wanted to be with him." Julian grinned. "I want to be with you."

"You mean… you're staying?" Connor asked disbelievingly. His emotions were all mixed up; he was surprised that Julian was staying to be with him, but also worried about his relationship with Oliver. 'How am I going to fix this shit,' he cringed inwardly.

"Yes, I am, I have to fly out once in a while but yes, I'm staying," Julian announced and was about to give Connor a kiss when a cough interrupted their moment.

"Sir, uhmm… your food is ready," Oliver said sheepishly, trying to keep his tears at bay and gestured at the sandwich he prepared. "Sir, may I go now?" he asked addressing Connor but not looking at him. It hurt too much to see Julian and Connor back together; he heard the whole exchange between the two, and his heart had been literally ripped from his chest when he heard that Julian was staying for Connor.

He didn't wait for Connor's answer; he just started walking away from the kitchen not noticing the stool on the floor, making him stumble in his steps.

Connor came rushing to him before Oliver falls. "I got you," Connor said barely catching Oliver; left hand on the back of his husband's head and right hand supporting Oliver's hips. He let Oliver sit on the floor instead of standing up, making sure that nothing was wrong with his husband and baby. He knelt beside him to inspect Oliver's body. "Are you okay? Where does it hurt?" He asked worriedly and unconsciously roamed his hands all over Oliver's body.

"I'm okay. I'm fine," Oliver repeated the same dialogue for like a million times. This scenario between the married couple had happened so many times that Oliver had lost count—having an additional weight on your tummy is a big adjustment— but his heart always skipped a beat whenever Connor came rushing to him, and acted like his knight-in-shining-armor. He so desperately wished at that moment that Connor would scoop him up and bring him to bed like he always did, but he won't, not now; not when Julian was still here.

"Connor… I have to go," the pregnant man whispered to Connor as he laid a hand on his arm.

"No! don't go!" Connor protested. "Stay. You should sit still," he pleaded.

"I really have to go Connor," he insisted and tried getting up from the floor. "You have to talk to Julian," he said warily, eying the taller man over Connor's shoulder.

Connor whipped his head when he heard his boyfriend's name and immediately looked at said boyfriend. He shortly forgot that he was there when he was attending to Oliver. 'But never did I take my mind from Oliver when I was talking to Julian earlier.' It was true though; his eyes kept on moving back to his husband even though he was in the middle of a fight with Julian.

"Oh my god! Are you fucking him?" Julian gasped, hand flying to cover his gaping mouth; disbelief and anger radiating from him as he watched Connor caressed the pale boy. "Tell me that I'm just overreacting Connor, tell me," he said furiously, stepping closer to his boyfriend and his boyfriend's lover. "Tell me. I'm wrong and crazy and just hallucinating. You're not cheating on me, right?" Julian said angrily, but his eyes are pleading; pleading for Connor to tell him that he was wrong or for him to lie; he'd accept any excuse that would make them okay again.

"Let me explain." It turned out Connor had run out of time.

In the end, Oliver went out to give Connor and Julian the privacy to talk to each other. He didn't go far because he had nowhere to go, and no friends to talk to. He stayed in the building's lobby, situated in farthest corner where he could be hardly seen. It wasn't busy like it was used to, people must have still been enjoying their Christmas vacation. The only people in the lobby, aside from Oliver, were the receptionist dosing off from her dull morning, the security guard just outside the door and the cleaner who took advantage of the people-less hall by polishing the marble floor.

Fortunately for Oliver, all of them were too busy to notice his presence. He didn't want anyone to see the waterfalls on his face nor hear his sobs and snuffles. He didn't need their sympathy, he just needed Connor. He so wanted to run back to the apartment and beg Connor to stay with him… to be with him and choose him… and—and to love him. He'll do everything, just to be with his husband again.

But he can't.

'He was never mine,' Oliver sobbed at his own thought; biting hard on his fist to block the loud wail he was about to release. Connor was never his from the beginning, which was the truth he discovered the same time he knew he was falling in love with Connor. Somewhere during his plan to make Connor see that he could also be a proper father, he started developing feelings for him.

But really, why wouldn't he?

'Connor is my knight, he saved me.' Tell Oliver that he is a masochist for falling for a person who wants to take his child away from him, then so be it. Oliver tried hard to stop his feelings, but his heart just wouldn't listen to his head. The only moment he wished he had his Knight-Connor was the night he first moved in. After that, every time Connor thought that he had done something wrong to Oliver, unconsciously or not, he would do something to amend it with little gifts or actions. This is aside from the keychain and breakfast he made for Oliver.

If Oliver would weigh the good and bad memories with Connor, he would always recall how Connor had saved him from Paxton, how Connor made him laugh with his jokes, his husband's every touch, and just even the simplest thing of talking about Mochi makes Oliver's heart flutters. So, of course, if it's with Connor then everything is a good memory.

Oliver's too far gone, he knew he had fallen for Connor when his husband gave Oliver the most wonderful birthday gift he had ever received.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay? We could go to a physician first before heading to the OB?" Connor sincerely asked as he held Oliver's hand in his.

They were at the back of Connor's car on the way to their first appointment with Dr. Lowell; the morning after Oliver's panic attack.

"No, no… I'm fine really. I talked with mom earlier and he already comforted me," Oliver replied, sitting sideways to look honestly at his husband. "She even scolded me for causing a fire in our apartment… I mean your apartment. She understood though that it was all an accident because of the cramps, and then she just started talking about her own pregnancy stories with me," he shared gleefully. "So I am really okay now."

"If you say so… and uhmm… Oliver," Connor said shyly, rubbing his thumb on Oliver's wrist.

"Hmmm?" Oliver asked curiously.

"Happy Birthday!" Connor greeted him awkwardly. "I'm sorry I didn't know."

"Oh…" Oliver gave a hearty laugh. "I'm sorry, too, for not telling you, but thank you," he said and squeezed Connor's hand.

"But still… " Connor moaned and his eyes got wide when he thought of an idea. "Let me make it up to you, please. Wherever you want to go or anything you want, just say it and you'll have it," he said enthusiastically, eyes glittering in excitement.

"Anything?" Oliver asked tentatively. He didn't know if Connor would give him what he really wanted, but he still wanted to ask him.

"Anything," Connor answered firmly.

Oliver took a chance with Connor's promise and told him what he really wanted: to see Mochi twice a year, his voice practically begging Connor to grant him the wish, but silence reigned on them after Oliver said his birthday wish.

"Forget it; I know it's too much." Oliver tried to be dismissive, but his heart clenched from the silent rejection. "Let's ju—"

"Anytime." Connor cut him off; also, sitting sideways so he could have a proper look of his husband. "You could see Mochi anytime you want to, not just twice a year," he added.

"Really? I can see Mochi anytime I want to?" Oliver asked in disbelief, clasping their hands eagerly together. He really cannot believe that Connor was giving him this as a present.

"Happy Birthday Oliver," Connor said instead, fulfilling his promise to him that he'd give anything Oliver wants.

"Oh god! Thank you, Connor. Thank you. Thank you," Oliver said as tears began flowing from his eyes. "This is the best birthday present."

"Not even the blue cardigan?" he teased, but a hint of jealousy can still be drawn to it as he eyed the blue cardigan that Oliver was wearing, a birthday gift his husband received from Thomas.

"Nothing can compare with yours." Both men felt that there must be an underlying thought to what Oliver had just said. The warmth from each other's smile had said it all, even though they have not yet realized what it really meant.

Connor was the one who broke off their gazes when he approached a very touchy topic for the both. "About that, I'm sorry for making those conditions," he apologized sincerely. "It's just… Asher, he… leeches, you… divorce then baby… Urghh!" He roughly gripped his hair because of his lame explanation.

Oliver tugged Connor's hands down, untangling them from his gelled hair. "I don't really know what you mean by that, but I understand that you regretted trying to part me with our baby, right?"

Connor nodded frantically, he couldn't seem to explain his previous actions, but at least Oliver knew that he was sorry.

Oliver gave Connor a small smile. "I don't really understand, but I don't care anymore because I get to see my baby now, that's all that matters. So thank you for that," he squeezed their joined hands then turned back to sit properly. "I'm fine with our arrangement now, we'll get divorced after Mochi is born, and I still get to see him anytime," he said with a calm façade.

Oliver was looking out the window when he said the last sentence, so he didn't see his husband's mortified face.

"Cann we talk—" Connor's proposition was interrupted by his driver, announcing that they had arrived at the hospital.

But Oliver was not fine with it now, he wanted Connor. He wanted to experience having a family with Connor. He wanted to make silly fights with him, to celebrate their child's birthdays, to attend to Mochi' extra-curricular activities at school; he wanted to make love to him every night and make more Mochi. He wanted all of that. Oliver wanted all of Connor.

But Oliver knew he can't be together with his husband because Connor already had Julian. He knew from the moment he discovered his feelings for Connor that he was in for a heart ache.

"Why didn't someone warn me that love could be so painful?" he asked himself. 'Why am I so pathetic…? I don't even have a friend that I could talk about these problems?' he thought shamefully.

As if on cue, Oliver's phone rang loudly and saw that Thomas was calling him. He answered immediately giving no time for Thomas to greet him.

"He's gone, Thomas! He's gone. He's going to leave me, Thomas. He's going to leave me and I can't handle it. I love him so much," Oliver wailed on the phone, ignoring the whisk of heads turning to him. "It's breaking me!"

"Shh… Oliver… breathe… you have to relax, it's not good for the baby… breathe…" they were like that for a few minutes, letting Oliver relax and when he finally did, Thomas calmly asked Oliver to explain the situation again.

"Julian is back, Thomas! And… and Connor he is going to leave me for him. He's going to have a lovely family with Julian, but-but I love him and I can't let him go…" he said between hiccups, clearly he had been crying for hours. "What should I do? I can't lose him!"

Thomas sighed in relief, it was just a mere couple fight and here he was thinking it was another panic attack. He closed the browser he had just been using, planning to book the next flight to Philadelphia. "Oliver calm down okay? He's not going to leave you. He loves you, Julian is his past," Thomas assumed that that was the role of Julian in their lives, "but he's got you now. He's not leaving you," he repeated to soothe his best friend's anxiety.

"He does not… he doesn't love me," Oliver cried loudly from just hearing those words coming out of his own mouth.

"He sure does. He's married to you, Hackachu, of course he loves you. You're even having a baby together; starting your own family. He loves you," Thomas said to comfort best friend.

"No we're not, he… uhmm…" Oliver then proceeded to tell Thomas everything, as in everything; from the accident with the hotel, to Paxton, to the forced marriage, to his birthday, Christmas and New Year. Everything.

Thankfully, Thomas was quiet throughout the whole story, not interrupting Oliver; not even commenting how complicated their situation was, and just patiently listened.

"Thomas please say something," Oliver pleaded when there was only silence on the other end.

"Whoa!" was the first thing that came from the speaker. "Whoa! Oliver, just…" It was unexplainable; Oliver's life was like it was taken from a bad rom-com, with all the tension and pretensions that the couple had been doing. 'That explains Connor's behavior and the strange relationship they have.' Thomas wondered.

"Thomas what should I do?" Oliver tried again; pleading with all he had because only Thomas knew his predicament and he needed his help.

Thomas sighed again, giving Oliver the best advice he could give. "Leave him."

"What?" Oliver asked incredulously. "I can't Thomas… I don't think I can."

"Then you have your answer," Thomas said as a matter of fact. "Oliver, I've only met Connor for not more than an hour, but I can tell that he has feelings for you. You didn't see his face when you had that panic attack, he clearly cares about you," Thomas said sincerely.

"But… but what if he doesn't love me like I do him? What if he rejects me?" Oliver asked worriedly; he stood up pacing the almost empty lobby, waiting for Thomas's response.

Thomas knew Oliver could be stubborn sometimes because of his insecurity, so he thought of explaining it to him in the best way his best friend could understand, even if it is the worst way for him. "Oliver, listen to me okay?"

When Thomas heard Oliver's assent, he carried on to his explanation. "I was like you before, Oliver. I was in love with someone, but I was so scared that he would only see me like a big brother, so I kept my feelings for him and continue to be his friend. I'm satisfied with it because we spent all the time together." Thomas sighed loudly and braced himself to continue for Oliver's sake. "Do you believe in fate, Oliver? Because I think fate hates me. Things happened and… and we grew apart, it took me almost a decade to finally meet him again. And I thought… I thought it was our second chance of being together, but I found out that he was happy with someone else, well… I hope he is happy." Thomas knew Oliver's silence meant that his best friend knew what Thomas was talking about, so for fate's sake, he asked. "Are you happy Oliver?"

"I am… I really am," Oliver answered quietly. "Are you?"

"I am… because I still have him in my life. He's my best friend," ending his answer with a smile.

"You're my best friend, too," Oliver sobbed, now for a different reason.

Thomas gave a hearty laugh and continued. "What I was saying is that I regretted it. I regret that I didn't tell him my true feelings; that I live with constant thoughts of 'what ifs', when I could have been with him. if I had just mustered up the courage to tell him that…" He paused for a second. "…I love you."

There was a long moment of silence for them to absorb the tension from Thomas's not so subtle confession.

"So yeah… you need to man up and tell him what you really feel. Have courage. You're the only one who can change your tomorrow." Thomas said firmly, getting back to his character as the supportive best friend.

"Tomorrow," Oliver repeated and fiddled the locket he always carried around. "Thank you, Thomas."

"You're welcome, Hackachu. Go now, and get your man," he encouraged with false glee.

"And Thomas… I love you too," he hung up before hearing Thomas's response.

"But not the way I do." Thomas answered to the dead line, calmly repeating Oliver's fear earlier.

"You're fucking the housekeeper?" Julian shouted his question angrily, "How low can you go, Connor? Are you really that horny that you need to fuck your maid?" he spat disgustingly.

If the circumstances were different, Connor would have laughed at Julian's misunderstanding. "He's not my maid, Julian. He lied to you for my sake," he answered him truthfully; no more reason in hiding the truth.

"For your sake?" Julian whirled around to see Connor sitting on the sofa restlessly; with his back hunched and fingers pinched on the bridge of his nose. "He knew about me then." It was not a question. "Why Connor? Why would you cheat on me? Was I not enough?" he asked; wiping angry tears from his cheeks.

"No no no no… I didn't mean to cheat on you, it was just an accident," Connor explained through his own sobs. "I thought… I thought you came back for me, I thought he was you I was sleeping with."

"I don't get it." Julian said, calming down to listen to Connor. 'Maybe… maybe it won't hurt so much if I listen to him.'

"The day you were supposed to go to Las Vegas," Connor started.

"That long? You were cheating all this time, when I thought that everything is fine between us?" Julian cried helplessly.

"No no… Jules listen please… please listen to me first." Connor pleaded; looking straight at Julian's eyes.

"The argument had taken a toll on me because I was going to propose to you that time," he ignored Julian hitch of breath. "But you left me to go to Washington. I drank that night, I drank a lot because I was trying to suppress my pain of you leaving me, but when I went back to my own room, someone was there… I thought he was you. I thought you came back for me. But you weren't though, I had sex with him thinking it was you, Julian. And just like I am, he thought that he was having sex with his own boyfriend then. It was a mistake for the both of us. I'm… I'm really sorry," he finished shamefully.

"Why do I feel that you're making me the bad guy here?" Julian asked bitterly. "Because I'm not the bad guy, you're the one who cheated, not me," he accused.

"It wouldn't have happened if you were there, Jules. He would have been you, but you chose your job over me." Connor retaliated, he knew his mistakes, but Julian should know his too. "You always put everything under your work, including me, your own fucking boyfriend! It's always work for you even if we were together, that's the only thing you wanted to talk about... You don't even ask how I am doing or what food did I eat! Do you even care about me at all?" He shouted his question and stood on his feet.

"Of course I care!" Julian stepped forward to his boyfriend. "I work because I care, do you even know how hard it is to be your boyfriend? How I should prove myself that I could be the boyfriend of Connor Walsh, eligible bachelor and heir to Walsh-Millstone Law firm?" he mocked him. "I work hard so that even for a teeny bit, I could match to you. I want them to know that I could be with you, I just… I just wanted to be right for you…" Julian admitted, and let himself be embraced by Connor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know… I'm sorry." Connor tightened his grip when he felt Julian crying on his shoulder. "but you know that I don't care about what they say, I only care about us. They don't matter to me."

"I know… it's just hard when you are constantly reminded of your insecurities. I'm sorry too for making you feel that I neglected you. I'm sorry, Con." Julian parted their bodies and gave Connor a chaste kiss, making the shorter man tense. "What's wrong? Don't… don't you love me anymore?" Julian asked worriedly.

"No no no no… It's Oliver." This time it was Julian who tensed in their embrace. "He's… uhmm… he is pregnant…he's carrying my child…" He confessed and instantly gripped the body he was holding to when it lost its balance; helping Julian to sit on the couch.

"Mother Fucker! Are you fucking serious?" he asked Connor; giving him the-don't-fuck-with-me look. "A baby Connor? A baby?" he repeated his question and Connor nods his head for every question.

"Jules—"

"Could you please shut up for now? I needed to think, give me a minute," Julian stated, and banged his head at the back of the couch. Just as he thought they could fix their relationship, another problem had sprung up.

Julian was thinking of his future, envisioning Connor with his child and comparing it to a Connorless life. After a moment, he came to a conclusion that he needed Connor back, and he was willing to forgive his drunken mistake; it still hurt though and it would take time for them to be completely healed, but he was willing to go all through it as long as he had Connor by his side.

"Let's elope." Julian suggested; sitting back up straight and taking Connor's hand in his. "I don't love the idea of you being someone's father, but I'll grow out of it and we will be happy again, I'll even help you take care of the child."

"I can't Julian…" Connor responded bowing his head to not look at Julian's eagerness.

"Why not? You said earlier that you were going to propose to me, so it will only be a matter of time before we get married, so why not now?" He explained; keeping the desperation in his voice as low as possible. "Marry me, Con."

"I can't marry you." Connor gathered his remaining courage, and lifted his head. He looked at Julian in the eye, and lifted his left hand to show his wedding ring. "because I'm already married."

"You're married," Julian deadpanned. "That was your third strike. I didn't know how much of an asshole you are."

"Jules…"

"How did I become the mistress when I had you first?" Julian asked incredulously. "You're married and you didn't even bother telling me. You're married and you're still with me? How fucking crazy are you? Are you that selfish, Walsh?"

"I didn't exactly agree to the matrimony a hundred percent; mom manipulated me and Oliver into the marriage. I didn't know how she did that, but you know mom, she works mysteriously. She had prepared the whole wedding, only hours after we both gave our consent. We didn't have time to rethink our decisions."

"Then why didn't you fucking tell me?!"

"I don't know! I don't fucking know, okay?"

"Then leave him, Connor. Please leave him, and be with me. I need you, Con." Julian begged as he kissed every part of Connor's face. "Please let's fix us… I love you… I need you in my life, Con. Please say you love me too."

"I… I love you, Jules. Of course, I love you… but… but Oliver needed me more this time. He's going through a delicate phase now, with his first pregnancy. He needs me; the baby needs me. Please understand, Jules. I can't be with you now," Connor said apologetically.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Julian hauled himself up, away from the body he was trying to hold on to earlier. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe, he needed an out. His body was still trembling from all the information he just heard. His boyfriend cheated on him, then said boyfriend became a father and now was married to another man. It was too much for one day; he hadn't even had the time to grieve on the first, when Connor had confessed his other lies. He needed to get out before he was suffocated with all the lies.

"If… If Oliver isn't pregnant, will… will there be an us again?" It was so unsettling that even when Connor nodded his head, Julian still thought that Connor was lying.

"I'm not giving up on us, Con," Julian promised before letting himself out of the apartment; leaving Connor crying alone in the living room.

Oliver slowly opened the door and let himself inside. The room was silent, intensifying the tension inside. "Connor?" he called gently to know his husband whereabouts.

It had been hours since he saw a familiar figure running across the lobby towards the exit of the building. Julian and Connor's conversation must have ended at that point, and from the way he saw Julian's stance, he guessed that it didn't go well. Oliver stilled himself to wait in the lobby for a few more hours to give Connor time to think.

"Connor?" Oliver called again and found Connor lying on his king-sized bed. "Connor?" he approached his husband, but not noticing first the mess in the room. Things were thrown everywhere and empty bottles of beer were laid on the bed side.

"I fucked up," Connor stated, staring at the room's ceiling. "I ruined everything. I hurt Julian. I hurt him, but I didn't mean to… I swear I didn't mean to because I love him. I love him so much," he slurred, both from crying and drinking.

"Wha—what about me?" Oliver asked quietly. That fucking hurts; for you to see the person you are in love with professes his love to another man. IT FUCKING HURTS. "What about us?"

Connor sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Oliver, eyes blank as he said, "There was never an 'us'. We started as strangers, we'll end as strangers."

"What about last night?" Oliver asked as he wept. "Does that mean nothing to you?"

"It's… it's just sex, Oliver. Don't put meaning on it. I was horny and you were there… It's sex, that's it. You're nothing, but a piece of ass," Connor said heartlessly.

"You're lying, you're lying! it did something to you… I felt it, we had a connection Connor," he denied, begging for Connor to tell him that he was right. "We made love last night," he whispered.

"It's just sex! Stop acting like a bitch baby!" Connor shouted, and if he was thinking clearly at the moment, he wouldn't grab Oliver; push him harshly on the bed and straddle him, but he was drunk, confused and angry, so he did it.

"Connor, get off of me..." Oliver pleaded, but Connor only pinned his arms above his head.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Connor ordered and plunged his tongue to Oliver's mouth. The kiss has no warmth, it was bitter just like Connor's emotion.

"Con—Connor, stop.. ple—… hmmph.." Oliver kept on struggling to free his hands from Connor's deathly grip, and tried turning his head sideways to make Connor stop, but it didn't break Connor from attacking his mouth. "Stop Con- you're hur—hmmph… hurting me."

Connor ignored Oliver's cries, and continued assaulting his mouth. With his free hand, Connor ripped Oliver's top open, making some of the buttons fall to the floor. He left a wet trail of spit from Oliver's mouth to his neck, stopping on the nook where the shoulder's blade and neck meet. "This is sex, Oliver," he said bitterly, and then bit his husband's neck and lapped it with his tongue, surely leaving Oliver a huge dark hickey.

"Connor please… I don't want this… please stop…" Oliver whimpered; he was in no way close to being turned on. He felt dirty and violated. "I don't want this, you're scaring me…please stop…"

"Come on, Oliver… say my name… you felt good last night," Connor teased darkly and played with Oliver nipples; repeatedly sucking and biting them. "Come on, Baby. I know you want it… taste so good."

"Please, Connor… please…" Oliver cries were definitely not of pleasure but Connor took it that way, and let his right hand push down the garment that was blocking his way to Oliver's cock.

"No… please… no, no, no! Connor stop!" Oliver wailed, terrified of being raped by his own husband.

It wasn't Oliver's terrified voice or the soft cock in his hand that made Connor stop, it was the sudden salty taste of Oliver's nipple that halted his action. Connor pushed himself from the bed, and had now looked at a disheveled Oliver; tears were dropping onto his chest, eyes tightly shut and his whole body is trembling from fear.

"Why did you have to ruin my life?" Connor whispered instead of apologizing to Oliver. He let himself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Connor hunched his body, bowed his head and tangled his fingers over the back of his neck.

For a moment, Connor could only hear Oliver's whimper and the rustle of sheets. He used that moment to think, and think of his life now. He just lost his boyfriend because he got married to the father of his baby, and he just couldn't let himself be blamed for all that mistakes.

When Connor felt Oliver stand up from the bed; he raised his head and stared at the man who accidentally entered his hotel room and ruined his life by getting pregnant. It may be the alcohol in him, but he should have thought first before saying, "Is it too late for an abortion?"

Connor then felt a sting on his right cheek, heard the stomp of footsteps accompanied by a series of sobs, and then a loud slam of the door.

Connor was completely alone… again.

PURE ANGST! (I just shipped Tholiver. Fuck!)

Reference to:

- "Stop being a bitch baby!" EP1 . That's what Connor was shouting to Michaela!

Title Reference:

"10 Things I hate about you" – it's not like the movies, but I know my readers will only feel hate when they read this chapter. Sorry guys.

Story outline:Story outline is the flow of the story for every chapter, so woe me because I have to make 6500 words of worth-reading chapter fill from these 5 sentences… (And the file was fucking corrupted! It's not easy!)

-Oliver pretends to be housemaid

-Julian and connor being intimate that turns out to finding the truth

-julian and connor conversation

-Tholiver Friendship

-Connor Blaming Oliver

Scenes included: these were the scenes that SHOULD be included in the story flow. (it's mostly the main event or an important factor in the story)

-Jules attain injury for Connor

-Thomas finds out the truth about the divorce

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