Stop Pretending | Saltburn

Chapter 8

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In the dead of the night, quiet giggles could be heard coming from Farleigh's room. A lovely couple started drinking after Dear old Pamela began to talk. It was painful to see her presence almost entirely unwanted. It was sad and pathetic.

Unaware to the couple, a blue-eyed snake could be seen staying at the door, ghoulishly listening and watching as the door was ajar; why was he watching, who was he watching, and for how long was he standing there? Those questions would only be answered if the ghoulish male was caught.

"I still can't believe it. Oliver is here... lurking... I just know it!" Farleigh laughs as if he is ready to be hysterical.

"He has a major hard-on for Felix... He isn't going to bother with us or anyone else; he just wants one person," Farleigh scoffed. He could be heard walking around the room, probably rolling his eyes at the thought.

"Only for Felix? Did you not notice how he stared at you for most of dinner tonight? He looked ready to pounce on you!" Ronan just chuckled, causing Farleigh to grab a pillow and throw it at him, but it was caught. "I'm serious! He... i... god damn it! I sound like an insecure, jealous fuck!" he groaned, rubbing his throat, and regretted shouting for the last bit.

"Baby... You are not insecure; maybe you are jealous, but I don't mind. You're worried that me having sex with him months ago still has him hooked up on me, but I doubt he does." Farleigh groaned in annoyance; he sat on the bed before him and sighed.

"Tell me... what did you two do?" Ronan blinked slowly, trying to remember.

"It was his first time... He couldn't lie about that. No way in hell he could," Farleigh groaned more, rubbing his temples. "I may have been drunk when we did it, but I kept stopping, making sure I wasn't hurting him... being gentle with him as much as I could, but he wanted more... I craved more."

Farleigh looked at his boyfriend, unhappy about what he heard, but he couldn't be angry at Ronan. They weren't dating for one, and he didn't even know Ronan was still alive at that point, so that he couldn't be mad, but he cursed himself mentally for even asking for details. "Craved more?"

However, outside the bedroom, Oliver was still listening and grinning about what he was hearing. He probably never realized that Ronan was the one who had his claws into him since that night, but his delusions overpowered everything in his mind. "It always happens... Babe. Every faggot and bitch I've ever fucked always had me craving more. I drank so I could let off some steam, but if I tried sober, I would be as pure as a mother Mary all because... I..."

Farleigh seemed angry as Ronan began twirling his thumbs around each other. He was turning red, blushing from embarrassment. "I craved you," he muttered.

"What?" Farleigh was slightly taken aback. He wasn't wholly naive that Ronan had loved him since they first met back in New York, but this was on a different level. He didn't mind it.

"The day I realized I lost you for what I thought was for good. My mind had only you on it... every wet dream... every daydream. fuck being drunk and doing drugs made it feel like you were there! I've never let you go since, and now that I have you to myself, it's better than I ever imagined. "

"Ronan..."

Fucking lies... Oliver practically hissed from under his breath. He officially chose to leave their door out of anger and annoyance. He seemed sad.

"I know that seems insane, but you'll never have to worry about me cheating or even leaving you. It would be impossible, really. You're stuck with me, babe." He lifted his head only to be kissed by Farleigh, who was finally satisfied by his answer. He didn't have to worry about Ronan doing anything against him. It was Oliver he had to worry about.