Walter Fikus had never meant to be an asshole. He had also never meant to be led by his dick either, and that was certainly what he was doing now. He sighed and lit a cigarette, staring out at the wide expanse of lawn of the Finkelstein estate.
Penelope and Valetta were resting inside, or at least Valetta was. He hadn’t seen Penelope for a while and frankly didn’t want to. Killing Ignatius? How had he ever gotten himself involved in this mess? Sure, he was loyal to Miss Fink, but that was the end of it. Did his loyalty to his mistress; did that mean he had to murder someone?
Nope, it didn’t. He knew he had to get out of this, get out of here. He flicked ash of his cigarette and took out his cell phone. Dialling the number he already knew so well, Walter listened to the ring and the beat of his heart.
“Hello?”
Walter melted at the dulcet tones of Zackaruis Lemieux. “Hey, Zack.” Walter said. “It’s me.” He tried to convey his need over the phone.
“Who?”
“It’s Walter.” Walter said, a little miffed that Zackarius didn’t remember his voice. After all, they had spent a wild weekend together and had professed their need for each other. Maybe Zack had a bad connection?
“Walter?” Zackarius said. “The butler?”
Walter shifted as if he were ruffling his feathers. “Yes.” He paused, took a drag off his cigarette. “I need to see you.” He said. “I thought maybe we could go somewhere together.” He said.
Zackarius laughed softly. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Zack said. “I’ve met someone.”
Walter’s chest was squeezed as if it were in a vice. “Met someone?” Walter hear a wine in his voice and tried to push it back down. “How could you have met someone? We met last week.” He said.
Zackarius laughed. “Well, we had a good time and you’re good in bed.” He said. “But it didn’t mean anything to me.”
Walter felt as if he were being punched in the balls and the heart at the same time. “Didn’t mean anything?”
“Well, no, I picked you up in a bar. What did you think it meant?”
“More than you, obviously.” Walter tried not to sound hurt, but wasn’t successful.
Zackarius’ voice softened. “Oh, William,”
“It’s Walter.”
“Walter then. Look, we had a great time. But this new guy is someone that I could fuck and bring home to my parents. I like him.”
“Have you fucked him yet?”
Zack laughed. “No, but what does that have to do with anything?”
“If you haven’t fucked him, how do you know if you like him?”
Zackarius sighed on the other end of the phone. “Because it’s not always about sex.” He said. “Listen, I have to go.”
“Going to pick up your little loverboy?”
“Yes, actually I am.” Zacks voice had hardened.
“Well you’ll burn him like you burned me.” Walter said. “I’m sure you’ve broken other hearts before, left them behind in your wake.”
“What the fuck are you talking about William?”
“Walter.”
“Walter. What the fuck are you talking about? We had some very good sex. That was it. That’s all there ever was.”
“But,” Walter stammered. “Walter never stammered. He hated that Zackarius had brought him to this, that he had been reduced to such theatrics. “But I love you.” He said softly.
There was silence on the other end of the line. Walter wondered if Zack had hung up, but then he heard a breath. “I’m sorry.” Zack said. “I’m sorry if I led you on, but I really like this new guy. I could love him.” There was another beat of silence. “I’m sorry.”
When the silence came again, Walter realized that Zackarius had hung up on him. A red, hot, blinding anger filled him. He loved Zack, he loved him. And he wouldn’t lose the man he loved to some other sack of shit mother fucker.
A sense of calm invaded Walter. It looked like he might be capable of murder after all, he thought.
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