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senses revel in his closeness. I take in how his body feels pressed against mine, how his lips make mine tingle, and how his tears mirror my own.
    “You can’t,” I croak out. “You can’t kiss me.”
    I won’t go against what I believe, or what he believes. I won’t be that woman who touches another woman’s man.
    Orlando shoves away from me, gets off his knees, and paces the room. He’s good at that, pacing, that is.
    “I’m getting a divorce. I don’t get you! You say you’re in love with me, say you want me, and you keep fucking denying me!”
    I don’t know if he thinks it’s going to happen, or if, after all this time, he has agreed to give the divorce. I know Neri wants one, and Orlando wouldn’t grant her one for the longest time. And I know, with every fiber of my being, Orlando wouldn’t lie to me, but that doesn’t mean he’d be truly invested in me if he were telling the truth. Orlando loves hard, and his love for Neri is still there. I can see it in his eyes.
    “Jesus, Friday, this is so fucked up. You know what? I’m pissed at you,” he growls while he stomps around. “I don’t believe in divorce, and here I am granting my wife one because she’s given me no choice, and the reasons I find myself doing what she wants is because of you. I want to be with you. I always have and always will. But I can’t fight stubbornness, Friday. I can’t. Make up your goddamn mind. Get your head together this weekend. I’ll see you on set Monday morning.”
    My eyes trail Orlando’s body while he strides to the door. He doesn’t turn around to take one last look at me. His hand goes to the knob, turns it, and leaves me all alone as he shuts the door behind him. The sound of the door mechanism echoes throughout the quiet room.
    How did we go from spilling our feelings to arguing?
    ***

Orlando
    Scene 98 Act 1
    Scene Location: Ann’s hotel room
    Characters in scene: Ann, Domas, and Eddie
    Scene Description: Domas opens the bottle of wine sitting on the bar in Ann’s room, pours himself, Ann, and Eddie a glass while Ann shifts nervously about, her first threesome making her nervous. Domas hands her a glass of wine and afterwards, moves his free hand to rub her bare thigh.
    Domas
    Don’t be nervous, Ann. We’re just going to fuck you senseless is all.
    Ann
    I’m more excited than I am nervous.
    Eddie
    You’re shaking like a leaf, baby, and you’re gonna tell us you’re excited?
    Ann
    I’m more than excited. I feel liberated. Well, I’m about to anyways.
    (Ann sexily strips while Domas and Eddie saunter up to Ann and finish helping her out of her clothes)
    Eddie
    (Runs his right hand down between Ann’s legs)
    Directing this scene in front of me is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Grant you, I had reasons why I wanted to do the rewritten scenes after the weekend was over. One, I am pissed at Friday. And two, if, by some fucked up miracle, we work past the divorce bullshit and end up together, I can’t watch her do something like this later. It is hard enough to watch it at this moment, and I can imagine it being much harder in the future. I’ve never before wanted to rush the end of a film I was directing, but this shit has to be over soon. I don’t know how much more I can take. Watching my best friend, a woman I love, getting fucked by a total of three men during this last installment, is an excruciating pain in my gut.
    “You’re going to do what to me?” The character Ann giggles and flirts with Eddie.
    “I said I’m gonna fuck that fine ass of yours while Domas wraps himself in that sweet pussy. Now, drop down to your knees and suck my cock,” Eddie orders while snapping his fingers at Ann.
    Beautiful Friday drops to her knees and wraps her small, delicate hand around his cock. As she lowers her head, she opens her mouth and sucks him down her throat. The slurping sounds echo in my headset, and anger boils my blood to a degree that I have never felt before. No man