Chapter 16 Zoe #2
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Mateo and I will never stop worshipping you.”
He’s right. I love being worshipped by two, strong, beautiful men, knowing they want me just as much as I want them. They make me feel powerful, they are an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Tomas’s dirty words drive me crazy pushing me over the edge. “Oh my god, yes!” I scream as his fingers pinch my clit pushing me into oblivion. The sudden intense orgasm catches me off-guard as I collapse breathlessly against him.
“Yes, gorgeous, tighten that cunt around me. Choke my dick.” Tomas curses as he chases his own release.
I do as he asks while the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsate through me.
“Tighter, sweetness, tighter,” he curses.
Concentrating as best as I can, I squeeze his dick until I feel him slide over the edge and he comes in a growl against my ear as he curses his way through his orgasm in a slew of Spanish.
“I’m pretty sure my nerves have evaporated now.” I giggle at Tomas.
He reaches out, wraps his hand around my neck, pulls me to him, and kisses me ever so slowly.
“Good. We better get going because we are late.”
Mateo was right, the dinner is boring, all these people trying to outdo each other.
I have never seen so many men strutting around like peacocks chatting about their latest luxury car purchase, stock portfolio or yacht purchase, all trying to one-up each other.
And the women all Botox and fake breasts dripping in diamonds, talking about their luxury holidays and the latest couture show in Paris they attended.
The conversation was nothing that I could contribute to as I don’t remember if I’ve ever been to Paris.
The clothes Tomas and Mateo bought me are the first designer items I’ve owned, I think.
What I did notice was the way the women looked at Tomas, with desire and annoyance when their attentions turned to me.
Some women giving me a look up and down with a sneer thinking I wasn’t good enough for a man like Tomas.
They’re only jealous because I’m on the arm of a young, fit, gorgeous man while they are on the arms of older men who don’t seem to pay them any attention.
They are more interested in flirting with the wait staff than their own wives.
I’d probably be jealous of me, too, after watching what some of these women must put up with.
I excuse myself from a conversation Tomas is involved in to go to the bathroom.
Making my way across the ballroom toward the bathrooms, I push the wooden door open and step into the opulent foyer.
A female staff member is there to greet you as you enter the restrooms. She gives me a nod, and I head through and find a stall.
Sitting there I hear echoes of high heels entering the bathrooms as a group of women arrive, the soft murmurs of chatting follow them.
I don’t pay much attention as I do my business until I realize they are talking about me.
“Did you see Tomas’s date?” one of the women asks.
There is a rumble of agreement from the women. “Do you think she’s an escort?” I hear the woman say.
Wow, how dare they.
“I thought he was gay?” another says.
“Oh, that’s just a rumor. Maybe he swings both ways?” another woman adds.
“Could you imagine Mateo and Tomas together? That would be hot.” Another voice giggles.
Keep dreaming, bitch.
“I would give anything to take them both for a ride. Apparently, years ago a friend of mine went to a sex party, and they were there. She watched them during an orgy, and it was the hottest thing she has ever seen.”
Fuck her friend. How dare she gossip about the two of them like that.
The women all make sounds of appreciation.
Hearing them talking about my men like that makes my blood boil. I clean myself up, pull my shoulders back, and open the door.
The women’s faces say it all when they spy me in the mirror they are standing in front of.
Making my way over to the sink, I wash my hands in silence while they stand there looking dumbfounded.
Once I have finished drying my hands, I turn to them. “Firstly, I’m Zoe. And no, I’m not an escort, but if I was, I’d be fucking expensive. Maybe someone your husbands couldn’t afford.”
The women gasp in surprise at my candidness.
“Secondly, Tomas and Mateo are the very best of friends. They are so close they love nothing more than to share what’s theirs with each other.”
I stare at each of the women.
“And I’m theirs.”
And with that, I turn on my heel and make my way back out into the party.
When I leave the bathroom, I realize I’m shaking from the run-in with those women.
If Tomas sees me like this, he’s going to worry, and tonight is too important for him to be focusing on me.
Scanning the room, I see Tomas is locked in an intense-looking conversation with a group of people, I don’t want to disturb him.
Then I notice the open doors to the terrace outside, maybe some fresh air will settle my nerves, and I’ll be back to normal again when I meet back up with Tomas.
I head toward the open doors and out onto the terrace, where I notice stairs down into the gorgeous gardens.
That might be nice taking a stroll in the darkness amongst the roses.
The moon is high in the sky not quite full but almost there.
The inky darkness is dotted with the twinkling lights of the stars for as far as the eye can see.
Ibiza doesn’t have much light pollution, so the stars are easier to see here compared to Barcelona.
I still at that memory, hitting me. Such a strange thing to remember but it’s there.
Lost in my thoughts, I continue to walk further into the darkness hoping and praying this garden unlocks something else in my mind.
I round a corner in the garden and stumble upon a couple in a compromising position. A beautiful redhead has the hem of her dress pushed up high and a leg wrapped around the larger man’s hip as he pistons into her, grunting in the darkness.
This is awkward.
The redhead’s eyes widen as she sees me standing there and her once-flushed cheeks drain of color as if she’s seen a ghost. Poor girl, I’ve embarrassed her, stumbling upon an intimate moment between her and her lover.
“I’m so sorry,” I mumble, trying to advert my eyes and run away from the situation.
The man turns around quickly at hearing my voice and his jaw drops.
“Sapphire?” the man calls out.
Turning around, I look behind me thinking someone is standing there, but I’m alone, and the man is staring right at me.
The man tries to disentangle himself from the redhead, but she tries to hold him back.
His size eventually wins out, and he pushes himself from her.
Turning around, he tucks his dick away but doesn’t bother to do up his pants.
“What are you doing here? The agency told me you no longer worked there.”
What the hell is he talking about?
“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person. My name is Zoe, not Sapphire,” I tell him.
The man’s bushy brows pull together in confusion.
The redhead standing behind the man shakes her head as panic slides across her features.
That makes my stomach drop. Do I know these people? He looks certain he knows me. Why would I know this man? And what agency is he talking about?
The redhead reaches out and tugs the man’s arm trying to bring his attention back to her. Don’t worry, lady, I am not interested in your man.
“Leave me, Ruby,” he grumbles, pulling his arm from her grasp. “I need to see my Sapphire,” he states as he walks toward me.
I’m not his Sapphire. There is no way in hell I would be this man’s anything. He stops right in front of me, reaches out, and cups my face.
“I’ve missed you.”
What the hell.
“I was so sad when they told me you wouldn’t be working there anymore. I miss our times together.”
“Don’t touch me.”
I slap his hand away from me. How dare this strange man touch me. And how dare he imply that I would do anything with him. Ew.
The man’s eyes narrow on me. “What the hell did you say?” His voice is laced with venom.
The redhead steps forward. “Sweetheart, remember Sapphire left the agency. I don’t think she wants you accosting her in the garden at the party. She could be here with someone, and they may not appreciate you touching their property,” Ruby purrs to the man.
He turns and looks at her, his features softening.
As much as I appreciate her defusing the situation, I’m no one’s property.
“You’re right, so right. Please forgive me, Sapphire, sorry—Zoe. I just …” He lets out a heavy sigh. “Miss your company.”
That confession is filled with lust, desire, and need. I don’t understand what he is talking about. There’s no way in the world I would ever be with someone like him. He’s old enough to be my father.
Ruby grabs the man’s hand and rubs it over her breasts, which are pouring out from her elegant red gown. “Forget about her, you have me now, and I for one, am happy to be in your company.”
The man smiles at her and nods in agreement. “Yes, my precious stone.”
I cringe at his words to her. What does she see in this man?
“Why don’t you run back inside and see if you can find Constantine as you need to speak to him.”
The man nods at Ruby’s suggestion. “You’re quite right, my dear. Say your goodbyes to Sapphire and meet me back inside in ten,” he tells her as he leans over and kisses her passionately.
Ruby hums with appreciation at his kiss.
I want to be sick over it.
“See you around, Sapphire,” the man says to me before he walks away back through the gardens.
When he’s finally out of sight, the redhead turns to me, and she looks freaked out.
“What the hell, Sapphire. You’re supposed to be dead.”