Chapter 248
Cross remained still for a while before he slowly picked up his phone and dialled Andre's number.
Nicholas's words were haunting him. What if Andre had lied about taking Tony to see a doctor?
What if...
"No, I'm just overthinking it. Why is he not answering his fucking phone!" He dropped the phone on the table and sighed.
"Calm down, Andre's not cheating on you. Nicholas's love is just unfortunate, I want Sebastian and Zeno's kind of love... shit, I'm blabbing," he cut himself shut and stood up.
He decided to go up to their room, Andre might just have dozed off like he had done at the beach. Why hadn't he thought of going up to their room all this while?
"Fucking pressed," He muttered and quickly ran toward the restroom.
He hadn't taken a piss since he woke up. He felt like he was about to wet his pants. He'd head up to the room after that.
He walked into the men's restroom and scowled; someone was moaning in one of the restrooms, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the quiet space.
He shook his head and moved in the opposite direction. The sounds were still heard, but he no longer felt like he was standing in front of their door.
He quickly finished and hurried to leave the restroom, but a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Ahh... Andre, faster, baby, faster!"
Cross felt like a bucket of icy water had been poured over his head; his bones froze, unable to move from his position.
He felt anxious, nervous, and shattered all at the same time.
'This wasn't happening. This must be a fragment of my imagination,' he thought with a sinking heart.
His extremities turned cold, his lungs started to fail him, and he was now the one losing his breath.
He shook his head, trying to tell himself that he had heard wrong; it was just Nicholas's words and his own insecurities playing wicked games on him.
"Fucking responsive, Tony, fuck!"
Cross didn't realise that his legs had carried him right in front of the door of the restroom, and this time, hearing Andre's voice behind the door made his whole world crumble before him.
Nicholas was right, after all.
Now, he could resonate with Nicholas on the same frequency of heartache.
He felt like dying, like shit.
He wasn't sure how he turned himself, but he did, he found himself walking like a zombie out of the club.
He had thought that Nicholas looked like he was carrying a rain cloud over his head. Now, he looked like his world had faced an apocalypse. He couldn't even feel himself anymore.
Cross felt like he'd been ripped out of his body and forced to watch his now-soulless body wander the earth aimlessly.
His colour was gone, Andre was the colour to his life, but, just as Nicholas had said, no one was to be trusted. Andre was too good to be true. Good men were really hard to find these days.
To think he had told Andre that he had left him a few hours ago... he felt so stupid, dumb.
"Whoa! Watch it!" Someone pulled Cross out of the way.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cross," A staff member who was carrying a tray of food bowed her head and apologised to Cross, steadying the tray of food in her hands.
Cross looked around him to understand his situation; Jasper had pulled him out of the way just when he was about to collide with the poor staff. His mind had been lost with those haunting sounds from the restroom.
"No, I'm sorry," he said to the staff member.
The girl bowed her head and scurried away.
Cross turned to Jasper, who was staring at him with expectation.
"Thank you, I didn't see her coming," he murmured.
Jasper nodded, "Who broke your heart?" He asked calmly.
Cross's face remained dull and expressionless, "Andre." He said bluntly.
Jasper nodded, "You'll be fine." He patted Cross's shoulder and walked away.
Cross slowly nodded and sighed, "I'll be fine... in my dreams." He whispered and continued on his path.
He entered their room and pressed his back on the door, the moment his eyes went to the bed, his tears fell freely down his cheeks.
Just this morning, he had tangled the sheets with Andre, believing that what they had blooming was real. He should have sensed the danger when Tony came knocking that early, but he had been fooled by love and blinded by fake trust.
He slid down to the floor and buried his head between his knees, crying loudly like a kid.
His hands fisted his shirt, trying to clench his fists so hard to suppress the unbearable pain he felt.
His heart felt like tiny, yet heavy pins were pushed through the muscles, hurting and weighing him down at once.
"Did you have to hurt me?" He cried, sibbing quietly.
He wiped his tears and stood from the floor, he needed to leave. He wasn't going to stay and wait for Andre's stupid explanations.
His time at the resort was over, unfortunately, he didn't achieve all he wanted.
Maybe, he shouldn't have come here in the first place; he should have stayed away from everyone as usual.
He might have been lonely, but he wasn't heartbroken.
Andre has hurt him, and he'd never forgive him.
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