Chapter 10 Zoe
ZOE
“I’m sick of you fighting me every step of the way, just accept your fate. Damn it, Zoe. All the other girls have. Why are you so fucking stubborn?”
I wiggle, trying to get free, but my hands are tied behind my back tightly, and it’s almost impossible to move.
A strong hand grips my neck, fingers digging into my skin painfully.
“You have no choice. If you don’t obey me, I will come for your family, for your sisters, and I’ll especially come for Gracie.”
Photos are thrown in front of my face of my family, and I panic. How did they get photos of all of them?
“Don’t fucking touch my family!” I scream at him.
“Then stop fucking around and submit. There is no escape, no one ever escapes. Not alive anyway.” He laughs that evil laugh, and I know. I know he isn’t bluffing. My shoulders sink.
I’ve lost.
He’s won.
I wish that they would just kill me. Death is better than what they planned for me.
I wake up from my nightmare in a cold sweat, looking around the dark room as panic grips me.
I jump out of bed and head to the window.
I pull back the curtain and see the pool, the gardens, and the twinkling lights of Ibiza below us.
Seeing them brings me back from my nightmare.
I’m okay. I’m safe. No one is going to get me.
I walk into my bathroom and splash my face a couple of times.
Grabbing a fluffy white towel, I wipe the water off, feeling better.
I’m not ready to go back to bed yet, the aftereffects of the nightmare are still lingering at the edges.
Sighing, I decide to creep down the corridor into the quiet house.
Luckily the boys have set me up on one side of the house while they are on the other.
I shouldn’t disturb them with my late-night activities which usually involve grabbing a drink and watching some TV before falling back asleep again.
As I potter around the kitchen making myself a drink my thoughts wind back to the day.
It was certainly interesting. Tomas surprising me, turning from this cold and aloof character to this carefree, happy, and funny guy.
I wasn’t expecting to get drunk with him while watching Mateo’s show.
I also wasn’t expecting to get addicted to Mateo’s show.
Movement in the pool area grabs my attention, and my heart starts racing.
Is someone out there trying to break in?
I move closer to the window and squint, trying to work out exactly what’s going on while trying to calm my nerves.
Then I see Mateo and Tomas in the pool splashing around.
My hand stills on my chest trying to slow down my beating heart.
Thank goodness it’s only them enjoying a late-night swim.
I really got lucky collapsing in front of their home.
Two handsome men, who spoil me and look after my every whim, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven because men like Mateo and Tomas can’t be real.
Not that I can remember if any of my past boyfriends were as wonderful as these two.
Stupid brain. Why won’t you work? As much as the two of them tell me I’m not intruding on their holiday, I feel like I am.
I’m all up in their personal space, and for two incredibly busy men like them, there must be a portion of them frustrated that I’m here.
Especially as they haven’t brought any women home.
Two men as good-looking as those two, they would have women lining up to date them. You’re the worst cockblocker, Zoe.
There was even a point today where I thought the two of them were flirting with me. Wishful thinking, Zoe. As if those two handsome men would want you. What am I thinking? I should be concentrating on getting my memory back not getting laid.
Throwing back the last of my drink, I take another look out at Tomas and Mateo in the pool, I contemplate going out there, but I should really leave these two alone; I’m sure they are sick of my presence.
Midnight swims are probably the only time they have to enjoy their home without me getting in the way.
Wait, what just happened?
I shake my head as my eyes narrow in on Mateo and Tomas in the pool. I watch as Mateo grabs Tomas around the neck and pulls him in for a kiss.
I can’t quite believe what I’m seeing. Am I dreaming this?
Tomas kisses him back just as passionately, and I feel the kiss all the way down to my toes as my skin breaks out in goosebumps.
No … but …
I move toward the window to get a better look because I can’t believe what I am seeing.
They are kissing.
I swear I should look away, but I’m mesmerized. These two men are beautiful together. And here I thought they were flirting with me. Such an idiot, Zoe. They were just being kind. I bite my bottom lip as I continue to watch them, knowing I’m intruding on an intimate moment but unable to move away.
Mateo now has Tomas pushed up against the pool’s edge, holding him tightly. Tomas’s hands are roaming over Mateo’s exposed body, caressing each and every bronzed muscle. Mateo then lifts Tomas out of the water and places him on the pool’s edge.
They are both naked. Look away, Zoe. In one second. I promise I will. My eyes shift down to where Tomas’s cock stands tall and proud. Tingles flutter between my legs. Control yourself, woman.
Mateo looks up at Tomas, those chocolate eyes molten with need before his lips descend onto Tomas’s cock.
Holy shit, that is hot.
Tomas’s head falls back in pleasure, and a groan falls from his lips as his eyes close, enjoying the sensation of Mateo’s mouth as it moves up and down over his length.
I shouldn’t be watching. I should be walking back to my bed like I promised I would, but my feet seem to be stuck in cement.
Then I hear a guttural groan reverberate through the midnight air. Mateo looks up and gives Tomas a smile filled with so much love and admiration it makes me feel guilty that I have stood and watched their intimacy.
Go to bed, Zoe.
That is my cue to leave. I have intruded enough into their personal time. I make a hasty escape and race back to my bedroom. As soon as I lay back in bed, the images of Mateo and Tomas together swirl around my mind.
It’s hot.
Also, I had no idea they were a couple. A pang of annoyance that they didn’t tell me hits.
Did they not trust me with this information?
Who would I have told? I don’t remember anyone.
You’re a virtual stranger, Zoe. No matter how comfortable you feel here, you are still a stranger, and they do not owe you an explanation about their private lives.
“Zoe, you are so beautiful,” Mateo whispers against my skin.
I can feel his heat against my naked body. Another pair of hands touch my skin, setting my body on fire.
“You are the most beautiful woman we have ever seen,” Tomas adds, his hands slowly skating across my skin, over my thighs then toward my hip.
I am sandwiched between two gorgeous men. My body is about to combust.
“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you, angel?” Mateo asks.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry as Tomas’s fingers slip over my stomach and down between my legs.
Mateo opens me for him, pulling my thighs apart, as Tomas’s fingers sink into me.
They are thick and fill me up as he moves them around, finding all the delicate nerves and caressing them like an artist.
“We have thought about this, about you.” Mateo smiles as his lips descend onto my exposed nipple. He rolls the hard tip around and around in his warm mouth, then sucks it in deep, making my body arch in pleasure.
I let out a moan as these two delicious men have their way with me.
“She’s so wet, Mateo. I think she has thought about being with us also.” Tomas smiles.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groan as Tomas works those magic fingers inside of me.
“I think our little one wouldn’t mind being filled with two cocks. What do you think, Mateo?” Tomas’s filthy words add fuel to the fire burning within me.
“Yes, please, yes,” I beg, and all I hear is two chuckles as they continue their exploration of my body. I can feel the tingles over my body as Tomas brings me to orgasm. “Yes!” I scream.
I sit up in bed.
Shit.
Did I scream yes at the top of my lungs? And did I have a real orgasm as I slept? That would be a first. My cheeks feel hot from the release and sheer embarrassment and humiliation for thinking those thoughts about my friends.
How am I going to face them this morning? My dirty thoughts are probably going to be written all over my face. Also, the images of Mateo’s lips wrapped around Tomas’s cock are still running through my head.
Tingles spark between my legs. Calm down, Zoe, an orgasm is supposed to have calmed you down not revved you up. You watched two hot men have sex last night, get over it. These two men have been nothing but nice to you. Now you’re going to diminish them to a porno running on a loop inside your head.
My thoughts are right. I owe Mateo and Tomas a huge amount of respect, so I need to forget what I saw last night. Throw it into the dark abyss that is my mind with all the other things I’ve forgotten and never think about it again.
I walk into the corridor and head to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I still when I come around the corner and see Mateo and Tomas in nothing but tight shorts.
Oh, come on, is someone up there having a laugh?
“Morning, angel,” Mateo calls from the kitchen.
“Did you sleep well?” Tomas asks.
I mumble an inaudible response.
“Are you okay?” Mateo rushes toward me.
I look into his beautiful chocolate eyes and hate that he makes my stomach somersault. I try to suppress the blush that I know is rising along my neck and toward my cheeks. I feel like a stupid girl standing in front of him.
Mateo frowns at my silence. I have his full attention, and it’s mesmerizing.
“I had a nightmare last night,” I whisper, not wanting to give anything away about what I witnessed last night. The last thing I want is to ruin their private moment.
“Are you okay?” Mateo’s hands are on my shoulders, giving them a squeeze.
In that moment, I remember my dream and gasp.
“I have sisters. I just remembered the people in the dream threatened my family and sisters. Especially Gracie. They said her name as if they already knew her. They had photos of people who were my family. But I don’t remember what they look like.
Ugh, I hate this fucking brain,” I curse, slapping my head with my hand, hoping to kickstart the silly thing.
“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Mateo says, grabbing my hand and stopping me from hitting myself again.
“I’m frustrated. It’s like the information is so close yet still so fucking far.”
Mateo’s thumb rubs my hand, trying to calm me, but instead, the sensation makes my body shiver, and I quickly pull my hand from his which makes him frown.
“Did anything else happen?” Tomas asks, moving closer too.
Why are they both trying to kill me with their presence this morning? Shaking the previous thoughts from my mind, I try to concentrate on what else I could remember from my dream.
“They said there were other girls and that they had all submitted. I was the last one, I was trying to fight them, but it was too hard. I wanted them to kill me, I was giving up.” A sob falls from my lips, surprising me.
Mateo pulls me against his hard chest and wraps his arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Zoe, I’m so sorry that this is happening to you.”
I feel weird now, being in his arms, which is stupid, he’s just being so genuine because he’s worried about me. Forget about what you saw last night, Zoe, and act normal. I give in and wrap my arms around him, savoring his strength, his safety, and his comfort.
“Do you need to speak to a professional to help deal with your nightmares?” Tomas asks.
I shake my head. “Honestly, I don’t know if I want to know what happened to me anymore. I don’t know if I’m going to like what I remember.”
The boys both fall silent about my confession.
“If you do want help, we can arrange it. We want to help in whatever way we can,” Tomas advises.
I nod against Mateo’s hard chest. “You give good hugs,” I mumble to him.
Mateo’s chest vibrates with a chuckle. “So do you.” His lips touch my ear as he whispers which makes me shiver. I hope he doesn’t notice the way his presence affects me. “I could get used to having you in my arms.”
Is Mateo flirting? This feels like flirting. But what I saw last night between him and Tomas. No. He can’t be flirting with me. And then I feel it, something hard against my stomach. It’s not … no it couldn’t, could it?
I take a step back, out of his arms, and my eyes flash down to his large package tented in his shorts. How can that be? I thought? What I saw last night?
“Mateo, what the hell?” Tomas calls out to his lover.
My eyes turn to Tomas and the little frown he has on his face. He’s looking directly at Mateo and shaking his head.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hugged him. It’s not his fault,” I say to Tomas.
Tomas gives me a confused look.
“I’ve got to go,” I tell them as I rush out of the kitchen and back to my room.
Soon there is a quiet knock on my door before it opens, and Mateo walks in with his shoulders slumped looking upset.
“Zoe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I tell him.
I’m embarrassed about spying on them, about flirting with Tomas and Mateo, for making Mateo’s dick hard this morning.
I’m sorry for intruding on their lives for making them hide their relationship.
I’m sorry for not being able to remember so I can work out who I am and leave them alone.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Mateo says with a frown.
I scrub away the tears that I didn’t notice falling. I’m so over crying. Who knew losing my memory would turn me into an emotional wreck. I don’t know who this girl is. You don’t know who you are either way.
“I’m sorry, Zoe. I promise I’m not a creep. I respect your boundaries. And you are safe in this house with Tomas and me.”
“I know. I’m embarrassed that’s all.”
“You’re embarrassed. I’m embarrassed. I put you in a horrible position.
” He lets out a sigh. “In a short amount of time, you’ve become one of the closest people to me, outside of Tomas.
I keep my circle small because I can’t trust anyone.
I know I can trust you, but my stupid dick has gone and ruined that. ”
“You haven’t ruined anything,” I reassure him.
“I haven’t?”
“We’re still friends.”
Relief falls across Mateo’s face at my words.
“Just no more hugging,” he says with a smile.
Don’t think we need to go that far.
“I still like your hugs. You make me feel safe,” I confess to him.
Mateo raises a brow at me. “Just no hard-ons,” he adds, giving me a smirk.
I can’t stay mad at this man. “Yeah, none of those,” I agree with a giggle.
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Zoe, know that,” Mateo says seriously before leaving my room.