Page 51 of Sapphire

“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.

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