Page 73 of Sapphire

“Shhh.” I place my hand over her mouth. “You so didn’t hear me.”

Her eyes widen, and she nods before bursting out laughing.

“You’re such a bitch,” I tell her, turning my back on her as she falls over laughing.

“I’m assuming that’s what happened. The way those boys look at you, it’s like they are three seconds away from ripping your clothes off.”

I roll my eyes at her.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re happy, especially with all that’s going on.” She pauses. “Will you ever tell me what happened?”

I take a deep breath. I knew she wouldn’t be happy with the version of events I told her.

“Do you really want to know what happened to me? Because once you hear it you can never unhear it.”

“I love you, Zoe. Nothing you tell me can make me love you any less.”

“There are just some things you can’t come back from. Please, Grace, know that as horrific as my experience was, I’m okay. I’m safe now with Mateo and Tomas. I don’t want to go back to that time.”

Tears fall down Gracie’s cheeks. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t ask again,” she says, jumping up and coming around the island to give me a hug. “Everything that has happened is in the past. Never to be spoken of ever again. I’m here on holidays with my sister and her two hot boyfriends who give her multiple orgasms all night long. And I’m not jealous in the slightest.”

She makes me laugh.

“Let’s have cocktails by the pool like we would if we were on holidays,” Grace says excitedly.

“Did someone say cocktails?” Mateo asks, walking into the kitchen.

“Yes. Me. Zoe and I are now on holidays. We’ve always wanted to holiday in Ibiza, and now we are. Any other reason we are here doesn’t exist,” Grace explains to Mateo.

Who nods and catches my sister’s drift. “I’m known to make an amazing margarita.”

“Sold.” Gracie giggles.

“Okay then. I’ll oversee drinks. You girls go put a sexy bathing suit on, and I’ll meet you by the pool.” Mateo grins, but not before he grabs me, pulls me into his side, wraps his large hand around my neck, pulling my lips to his and kissing me.

“Fuck. That’s hot. And now I feel weird my sister is turning me on,” Grace grumbles as she rushes out of the kitchen.

“Your sister is weird.” Mateo chuckles.

“She forgets to filter a lot.”

“I love seeing you happy and relaxed.”

“Things feel good. Right.”

“Good, now go put on something sexy so I can ogle you,” Mateo tells me before slapping my ass and sending me on my way.

My eyes drift shut after one too many cocktails and my head lulls to the side as I drift off to sleep by the pool in the sunshine.

“Nikolai, please, please don’t do this to me. I thought you loved me,” I plead as he drags me back from the lift by the hair. Disgusting men are littered around the room, and they start laughing at me. The women pleasing them don’t even flinch at my screams.

How the fuck can they just ignore me?

“Get ready,” he says to Dmitri, who takes a seat, a hard smile on his face. He unzips his jeans.

No, no, please no, not him.

“She’s feisty. I like it when they have a bit of fire in them.” Dmitri laughs and pulls out his cock, hard and ready. His hand wraps around his length and he starts stroking himself.

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