Chapter 7 Tomas
TOMAS
“What do you mean she doesn’t exist?” I say loudly to Enrique on the phone. He and his team have been searching through the missing persons reports and databases around the world for any mention of Zoe.
“I don’t get how someone in this day and age doesn’t have any social media footprint,” Enrique adds.
“It’s as if someone wanted her to vanish.” My stomach sinks at that thought. “You think someone has wiped her online presence away?”
“Look at the facts, Tomas. She was found beaten up in a cocktail dress, seemingly far from home. Doesn’t appear anyone is looking for her. Add in that there is nothing online about her. Someone has gone to a lot of effort to make whoever this woman is vanish.”
What the hell is she involved in?
“Without her surname, it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.” Enrique sighs.
“What about the Australian Police? We suspect she has an Australian accent. Have they been able to help?”
“Nothing but dead ends there also. The only way we can find out who she is, is if she remembers herself.”
I sink down in my office chair, that doesn’t seem possible, no matter how hard she is trying to remember.
“Has she said anything more about her dreams?” Enrique enquires.
“No, she keeps having the same one every night. She’s in the dark, and someone is telling her she can’t escape. We’ve noticed she doesn’t like the doors to her room being closed. I’m worried that whatever has happened to her is bad. A part of me doesn’t want her to remember if it is.”
“Personally, I would agree. I’ve seen this happen too many times on the island.”
“You think she’s been kidnapped?”
“I do. The fact that she can speak many different languages might mean she’s been taken for a while now. The hospital didn’t find any drugs in her system or marks on her arms which is a good sign because a lot of the traffickers drug their cargo.”
“You think because she’s been kidnapped for such a long time, they don’t need to drug her anymore to comply.”
Enrique remains silent.
Shit.
“Are you saying you think she’s a prostitute?”
“Not by choice,” he adds sadly.
Fuck.
“The Russians mainly run the human trafficking rings, so I will reach out to some of our informants to see if any of the gangs might be missing some cargo. I’m going to have to tread lightly because if she has escaped and they don’t know she has, I don’t want to alert them to it.”
“Do whatever you have to do to find out who she is but keep her safe. Mateo will kill me if any harm comes to her.”
“He seems taken by the woman. How do you feel about that?” my cousin asks.
“Uneasy at first but seeing them together these last few days I can see they have an unexplainable bond together. She puts a smile on Mateo’s face and he hers.”
“She’s a beautiful woman, even under all those bruises,” Enquire states.
“She is.”
Silence falls at his unspoken words.
“The woman has been through enough. Mateo would never cross that line.”
“And what about her?”
His question has me frowning because that I don’t know.
Mateo knocks on my office door pulling me from my wayward thoughts.
“I’ve got to go, Enrique. Keep me updated on anything you find.”
And with that, I hang up the phone.
“Everything okay?” Mateo asks, walking into my office and taking a seat on my desk.
“Yeah, that was just Enrique.”
Mateo nods, waiting for me to fill in the blanks.
“They can’t find a trace of her anywhere, she’s a ghost.”
Mateo frowns. “What, nothing?”
I shake my head.
“Shit.” He rakes his fingers through his hair.
I can see it hit him as those chocolate eyes darken with worry.
“You think she’s involved in something bad, don’t you?”
I stay silent.
“Tomas, tell me,” he asks, raising his voice at me.
“What have we let into our lives?”
I know he cares about Zoe—a lot. Especially as I suspect he has started to develop a crush on her. I’m not blind. We always promised we would be honest with each other no matter what. So, he’s not going to like what I’m about to say regarding her.
“I’m worried that we might have opened Pandora’s box by bringing her into our lives.”
Mateo’s face falls at my honesty. Before he stands up and walks around my desk to where I’m sitting in my chair. Then I feel his fingers dig into my shoulders, and slowly he starts to massage the tension away.
“You think it might be something bad?” he asks me.
A groan falls from my lips as his fingers work their magic against the tension I’ve been harboring in my shoulders.
“Why would someone delete her from everything? Who would have that kind of power?” he asks. “CIA, FBI, the government?”
This makes me chuckle.
“I’m being serious here, Tomas, someone tried to kill her.
Someone has wiped her off the face of the earth.
She’s a long way from home, judging by her accent, and she speaks a million different languages.
She is crazy smart and knows how to defend herself as she demonstrated the other day with her kick to your balls. ”
I do have to agree her reflexes are quick.
“And those nightmares she’s been having about not being able to escape,” he says softly.
“Carino, you think Zoe is a secret agent?” I tease because I don’t want him to worry about what Enrique and I truly believe her to be. I don’t think he could handle it.
“Don’t you “Carino” me, Tomas. I know you think she’s hiding something. You don’t trust her.”
I hold out my arms to him, begging him to sit on my lap. He does, and I wrap myself around him.
“It’s not that I don’t trust her,” I say, trying to choose my words carefully, “It’s that … I think she’s caught up in something bad and you can’t afford any scandals. I’m trying to protect you, my love.”
Mateo gives me a skeptical look before pressing his lips against mine, willing mine to open for him. His warm tongue licks the edges of my lips before plunging in, giving me a searing kiss.
Then he pulls away. “I love you, Tomas Ramirez. I love that you are looking out for me. I love that you are concerned about my career and my public profile. And I’m thankful every day that we met each other at that party.”
The party that Mateo and I turned up to with a woman on each of our arms. The same party that was made up of elite professionals who liked sex and who liked to experiment with sex.
The same party where we both let the world see that we were attracted to the same sex as well as the opposite.
The same party where we joined in on an orgy and found each other.
“That was a good night,” I say, biting his nipple through his thin T-shirt, making him groan.
“Yes, yes it was. I remember watching you walk into the room with a woman, and as soon as I saw you, I knew I had to have you.” Mateo moves off my lap and sits back on my desk, placing a foot on either side of my chair.
I roll forward so I’m right between them, my chest at the same level as his crotch. One of his feet moves from my thigh to my crotch and gently rubs me.
“I watched as you and your date stripped each other under the stars, out in the garden. She started with your suit jacket, then your tie. You had my dick twitching so badly. Then your date started to undo the buttons of your shirt, then your suit pants. I was jealous, so fucking jealous of her. She pulled your underwear down, and my eyes devoured every inch of your body. Your beautiful cock stood to attention, and I wanted to taste it.”
His foot is doing crazy things to my dick as he speaks.
“That’s why you asked to join us, isn’t it?”
“Yes, my love, it was. Luckily, she was willing.” Mateo gives me a smirk.
“I remember you asking the girl if you could help, and she was a big fan so that worked in your favor.” I chuckle as my hands rub Mateo’s legs.
“All I saw was you, those gorgeous hazel eyes, your delicious body, and that aura you have.”
I look up into his chocolate eyes and smile as my hand reaches for the bulge behind his sweats.
“How could I say no to the Mateo Vilaro? I’m only human.
” I give him a smile because this man is not only beautiful on the outside he is just as beautiful on the inside.
That night I’d noticed him as well. He had starred in many of my fantasies over the years.
Never did I suspect that he liked men. I mean, the man is exquisite.
He did this Calvin Klein ad that went viral, and there were these monster billboards of him in his underwear all around Spain.
There were so many complaints by conservative groups about seeing his cock six feet tall.
That sizeable bulge in his underwear sent people crazy and who wouldn’t jerk off over that?
Every now and again, I ask him to put on his Calvin’s and pose for me, letting me jerk off to the real-life version of my fantasies.
“I think your date was shocked when I pushed you to the ground and started sucking your dick.” Mateo chuckled.
My hand has pulled down his sweatpants, and I slowly slide my hand along his thickening length to the memories of that night.
“I also think she was okay with it, seeing as her pussy was riding your face,” Mateo adds.
“Carino, were you jealous?” I tease, gripping his length as I rub my thumb over the silky tip.
He lets out a guttural groan.
I push my chair out and stand between us so that we are face to face.
“Yes, of course I was,” he growls as his hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to him in a rough kiss. “Mine, all mine,” he growls again, sending tingles down my spine.
I love knowing that this man, one of the most desired men in the world, wants me and only me.
“I’m yours, my love. All yours,” I tell him, my hand sliding over his velvety skin. “You have my heart, my soul, my forever.”
Mateo grabs my face. “Forever.” Then captures my mouth in a heated kiss, our confessions, our memories fueling the uncontrollable desire between us. He pushes his sweats to the ground, and I unzip my jeans and pull my dick from its tight place.
“Lay back,” I whisper to Mateo, and he pushes the mountain of paperwork on my desk to the side.
His legs are resting on my chair as I reach into one of the drawers and pull out a bottle of lube.
I squeeze a liberal amount into my hand and press it against his puckered hole.
I press one finger in as he jerks himself off.
“Yes, Tomas, yes.”
“You have to be quiet,” I tell him, reminding him of our house guest.
“I’ll try.” He groans as I insert another finger into him. “But you feel so fucking good, Tomas, so fucking good.”
This makes me smile. I love the way I make him wild with my fingers.
I push another in, stretching him, getting him ready for me. His eyes are closed, his large hand gliding against his cock. Slowly I take my fingers out of him, making him whimper. Placing the head of my cock at his back entrance, I rub a little more lube along my length before teasing his hole.
“Please, Tomas, please,” he begs, still pumping away.
I push myself in slowly, pushing past the little bit of resistance until I am balls deep inside him.
“Ahh, Tomas,” Mateo moans.
Then I start pumping. Mateo’s legs wrap around my waist, urging me on, harder, faster. My office fills with the sounds of our passion.
“Tomas, harder, please, harder!” Mateo encourages me.
I do as he asks, fucking him harder. Fuck, I love everything about this man.
I watch his hand moving furiously along his thick length, his six-packed abs begin to tense and strain the closer that he’s getting to release.
Until he’s unable to hold on any longer and ribbons of white hit his shirt as Mateo grunts his release.
The sight of his orgasm has me coming, my own animalistic grunts following his.
We are quiet for a moment.
My legs feel like they are made of jelly and are shaking from the powerful orgasm. I take my shirt off as I gently pull myself out of him. I wipe my release from his entrance, cleaning him up. Mateo has a satisfied look on his face.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up and head to bed, where I can have my way with you again, but this time I’m on top,” he says, giving me a heated wink.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. Are you going to be okay here?” Mateo asks me.
I love that he’s worried about Zoe and me, but it might give us time to get to know each other better. I can ask some questions without Mateo flitting around, interrupting us.
“Yes, now go, you have an important meeting to get to. We will be fine.”
He nods and slaps my back because that’s what friends do with each other. It wasn’t exactly friendly, what we did to each other last night. I hate that we are hiding in my own home, but Mateo reassures me when he gets back, he will talk to Zoe and explain our relationship.
“Not long, my love,” he says before sauntering off toward the pool where Zoe is sunbaking. He leans over her and tells her something.
She gives him a smile.
My heart races as I watch them together, jealousy gnawing at my insides.
He kisses her cheek, and she giggles again like they all do when they are hit with the full force of Mateo’s attention—he’s intoxicating. No one is immune.
Her eyes follow him as he walks away, and she lets out a sigh.
I know his ass is spectacular. Maybe our little guest has developed a crush on Mateo also. I’m not sure if I like it. Might be in my best interest to get to know her better and subtly let her know Mateo is off-limits.