Page 28 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
This is huge.
I jump up off the sofa and rush over to where Zoe is. In her excitement, she lets go of the towel as she launches herself into my arms.
Fuck.
I can feel her luscious tits against my body as she hugs me tightly.
Zoe screams as she tries to disentangle herself from me. She grabs her towel and rushes out of the living room not before giving Tomas and me a look at that gorgeous peachy ass.
“You’re so fucked.” Tomas chuckles.
I turn and shoot my lover a glare which makes him laugh harder.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Tomas states before turning back to the table, grabbing his glass of champagne, and throwing it back in one large gulp.
“I don’t think Zoe’s coming back tonight. I’m going for a swim to sober up before bed,” Tomas says, getting up off the sofa before leaning over and kissing me.
“Let me clean up then I’ll come join you,” I tell him as he walks out of the room. I grab the empty champagne bottles, take them over to the recycling bin, and place them inside. Then I collect the empty glasses and place them in the dishwasher when I hear something behind me. Turning around, I see Zoe standing there, her cheeks a bright pink and her hands twisting nervously together.
“I’m so sorry.” Her words rush out of her mouth before her hands come up to cover her face.
Moving toward her, I stop in front of her, I reach out and pry her hands from her face, but she resists.
“Please look at me, Zoe.”
“I can’t. I’m mortified,” she mumbles behind her hands.
“Look at me, Zoe,” I say again this time as a command.
And she does. She drops her hands from her face and looks up at me. Those sapphire blue eyes widen with worry as if I might be upset with her.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“You and Tomas have been nothing but kind to me, and I go and throw myself at you naked. That isn’t the kind of girl that I am.”
I stare down at this blonde angel standing before me, and my fingers begin to twitch with the need to paint her. Her beauty is breathtaking, and in this moment, images of her spread across my bed like the famous artwork,‘The Nightmare’by Henry Fuseli enter my mind. The painting depicts a near-naked woman, dressed in sheer cloth, lying across her bed with demons around her. It reminds me of Zoe, the beautiful woman plagued by nightmares of demons past that she has no memories of. Unfortunately, the images in my mind have her naked and accepting of the demons, maybe that’s what I am, the demon who is fantasying about a woman that is under your roof for your protection.
“I know you are not like that, Zoe.”
Relief falls across her face at my words.
“Please don’t feel embarrassed around Tomas and me, Zoe. It was an accident.”
She gives me a small nod as an answer.
“I would like to paint you.” The words tumble out of my mouth before my brain has time to catch up, the champagne giving me a looser tongue than I’d anticipated.
Zoe’s jaw drops at my request.
What was I thinking?
“You paint?”
“The night we found you, I had my first art showing at the DuPont Gallery in town.”
Zoe’s eyes widen with curiosity.
“It was a sellout.”
