Page 26 of Sapphire

“I’m so far out of my head that I’ve forgotten it all.”

Tomas’s lip curls in a smile. “That was funny.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Drink up. You never know what the tequila can unlock.”

Can’t be any worse than I am now. And with that, I grab the glass and throw it back.

9

MATEO

What the hell have I walked into?

There, Tomas and Zoe are sitting on the couch wrapped up in each other. Have I stepped into some parallel universe? And are they watching my TV show? And Zoe is in a bikini, and Tomas is just in board shorts. They are practically naked!

“Hey, you’re home,” Zoe greets me with slurred words. Is she drunk?

I eye the bottle of tequila and champagne on the coffee table.

Why the hell would Tomas think it’s a good idea to get Zoe drunk?

“Looks like you’ve started a party without me.”

Staring at Tomas whose cheeks are flushed pink. How much has he had to drink? Zoe subtly moves away from Tomas, and I watch as his hand falls from her bare thigh.

What the hell has been happening? And should I be jealous?

Tomas must pick up on my jealousy even through his foggy mind as he tries to explain why they are drunk. “She started crying. She’s always crying.”

“Hey, I’ve been through a lot. It’s not my fault,” Zoe says, slapping his bare chest with her hand playfully.

Tomas looks up at her and smiles, his whole face lighting up as he stares at her with a stupid grin on his face as his hand reaches out and closes around hers, keeping it held against his chest. Zoe stares at his hand wrapped around her, and I notice the way her fingers flex against his bare chest before pulling her hand away from him.

Oh, hell no, now I’m jealous.

“Zoe remembered something about herself,” Tomas adds with a mumble.

Completely oblivious to the jealousy he is causing in me. My temper relents upon hearing that good news. Why the hell did they not say that sooner. My eyes flick to where Zoe is sitting, and she nods. I rush over to her, pick her up off the sofa, and swing her around in my arms excitedly. This is brilliant.

She squeals with delight at my enthusiasm.

Eventually, I put her down, and as she slides along my body, my dick twitches to life.What the hell. Down, boy, get the fuck down. This is not the time nor the place for this kind of thing.I quickly step away from her in case I embarrass myself and make Zoe feel uncomfortable.

“What did you remember?” I ask her, wanting to change the subject so I can get my dick under control. I promised myself no matter how attractive I found her, I would never stoop to the level of being a creeper by getting a hard-on around her. And here I am almost breaking my promise.

“That I went to school in Spain sometime in March this year.”

Can’t be that many Australians studying in Spain, can there?

“Also, I think my boyfriend was cheating on me as I remember crying over something a boy did and I was angry about it. I could also see blood, but that was all before it faded away,” she explains.

Blood?

“You don’t think I killed him, do you?” Zoe asks suddenly freaking out.

“You may have felt like killing the cheating asshole, but I don’t think you’re a killer,” I reassure her.

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