Page 27 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

“Sounds like a plan,” Tomas says with a lopsided grin.

“I might go have a shower and put some clothes on then, I don’t need another drunken nip slip.” Zoe chuckles as she gets up out of the chair.

Tomas’s attention is pulled in Zoe’s direction as she walks out of the living room. Her peachy little ass in her bikini is mesmerizing him. I’m seconds away from throwing this bottle at his head, but I reel myself in.

Walking back into the living room, I take a seat beside Tomas and pour everyone a new glass of champagne. Then I hand one to my lover, and I take the other for myself.

“You two looked rather cozy when I walked in,” I say, arching a brow in his direction.

“She had a rough day. I couldn’t get her to stop crying. She feels so isolated because her mind is blank. I can’t imagine what that must feel like.”

Can’t imagine what that would be like. I would never want to have my mind erased and never remember Tomas. Just the thought makes my stomach somersault.

“And you thought tequila and champagne was the remedy?”

“Thought it might help unlock some part of her brain that being sober couldn’t.”

Solid logic, I guess.

“You never told her who you were?” Tomas asks.

“No. I wanted her to like me for me, not for what I do or who I am in the public eye. It’s the first time in a long time that someone didn’t know who I was. I knew it would eventually come out, but ….”

Tomas moves closer, taking my hand in his, the alcohol relaxing him as he gives me a small smile. “I get it.”

“You also get now why I think she’s great?”

Tomas rolls his eyes before letting out a heavy breath. “Yes, I get it now,” he says unable to look at me.

“Hey,” I say, putting my finger under his chin, getting his attention. “What is it?”

“Um …” His cheeks turn pink like he’s blushing.

Then I burst out laughing which earns a scowl from him. “You think she’s hot.”

“No,” he answers too quickly.

“Did anything happen today while I was out?”

“Of course, nothing happened. Why would you ask such a question?”

Defensive much? “I came home with the two of you looking cozy. Your hand was lazily draped over her bare thighs, private jokes, and the way you couldn’t stop checking out her ass as she walked out of the room.”

Tomas opens his mouth to argue but then closes it again knowing I’ve busted him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I think she is hot too, and I have checked out her ass as well. But I do not want to be a creep, so I’ve stopped myself from doing that. You need to too.”

“It hasn’t been half obvious you have a crush on her since day one.” He huffs.

“Jealous?” I tease him.

“You want something to happen with her?” he asks honestly, those hazel eyes narrowing on me and I’m not sure if he’s angry or turned on.

“I remember, I remember!” Zoe screams, running into the living room.

Tomas and I look up and are shocked to see her all wet, droplets of water cascading down her near-naked body, which is hidden under the tiniest scrap of a towel. My dick groans in appreciation, but I stamp it down and hide it deep into the recesses of my mind.

“I lived in Barcelona and have a sister called Sophie.”