Chapter Five: Confessions

Natalia woke up the next morning to Tommy on the phone. She laid still with her eyes still closed, listening carefully.

"Look, I have her here," he said to the unknown voice on the other end. "Yeah, she's safe... I'll do all I can do, and I'll tell her you called."

She heard the phone click, and Tommy sigh. He looked behind him, then swung his legs back onto the bed.

"That was Stephanie," he said knowing Natalia was awake.

She shifted in the bed, laying on her side to face him. "Why are you helping me?" she asked in a quiet voice. Tommy looked into her soft face, getting lost in her pure beauty.

"What can I say?" Tommy said, stretching out his legs. "I'm a caring guy."

"That's not what I heard about you," she challenged.

"Oh?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "And what have you heard?"

She sat up in bed, pulling the thick, fluffy comforter around her waist. "That you killed not even thinking once. That you robbed, stole and took, not caring who got hurt..." She looked at him. "Or who you betrayed." Tommy moved in close to her.

"I was betrayed, and did time for something I didn't even do. So, save the pity stories." He stood from the bed, going into the bathroom. Natalia sighed when she heard the bathroom door shut.

What are you doing, Natalia? Get a grip of yourself she thought. This guy can't be any good either. But she felt such a strong connection to him, without even really knowing him. Right now, he was just her overly friendly boss who felt sorry for her. After shaking herself out of deep thoughts, she noticed Tommy had placed a long pillow in between them last night. She ran her hand over the smooth, soft pillow, realizing that he meant her no harm. If he did, he would have done something by now. A powerful drug lord sharing a bed with a sleeping woman... There's no way she would have been safe if he meant her harm.

She got up out of bed, and started roaming around the room. Going over to an armoire, she opened the marble doors, and saw there was a big screen TV inside. She grabbed the remote that was next to it, flopped on the bed, laying on Tommy's side, and watched TV. She was startled when, after about twenty minutes of watching TV, Tommy stood between her and the talk show she was watching.

She looked up at him. "Yes?" she asked sweetly, raising both eyebrows at him. He grabbed the remote, turned the TV off, and pulled her up off the bed and pressed her body to his. "Tommy – " she began to protest.

"I was thinking... do you have feelings for me?" he asked, his dark hair still slick wet. She watched a drop of water run down the side of his face.

"I – I don't know. It's not a good idea."

"I didn't ask if it was a good idea. Do you have feelings for me?"

"Maybe – " Before she could finish, she felt his hot lips press against hers, and she could feel herself melt into him. Melt into this man she hadn't known for a week. Her eyes were still closed when he pulled away.

"I have to go tend to some business," he said, letting her go. "Make yourself at home."

When he left out the bedroom door, Natalia made an immediate jump to the phone.

"Steph?"

"Natalia, oh my God, you are okay! I was so worried. I mean, this Tommy fellow seems nice, but you know, you never know. How are you, sweets?"

"Stephanie, this guy... He has a magnetic hold over me. I've known him for like two days, and I'm completely taken with him."

Tommy was informed from one of the guards that she was on the phone with her best friend, Stephanie Mendez. He knew it was wrong, but he picked up the receiver in his office, and clicked to the line in his room.

"So, do you have a crush on this guy?" Stephanie asked. After a moment of pausing from Natalia, she said, "Oh my God, you do! Ha-ha! Sweets, I know you better than anyone. You can't hide anything from me!" she exclaimed.

"Steph, this guy, he's just like awesome. I can't explain it any other way."

"Is he like a Don, or something?"

"Mm, no, I don't think so. He's more like the big guy in charge here. I don't think he's so much the "Don" type."

"So," Stephanie began slyly. "Have you done anything?"

"About what?"

"You know, bump-de-bump? Hump-de-hump? Anything?"

Natalia's mouth dropped open. "Stephanie! I can't believe you'd ask that! Oh my God! No! No. Just no. Not yet, anyway," she said, and both girls laughed.

"Well, whatever you and Tommy do, be careful, and look out for yourself, babe." Stephanie was silent for a moment. "Listen, honey, I have to go to work now. It's already past ten. Call me later if you can. You know when I get in."

"Okay. Bye, Steph." They both gave their love to one another, and Natalia laid out on the bed, hands over her face.

What do you mean you have a crush on him? You barely know him. There was a knock at the door, startling her, but she went to open the door.

"Mr. Vercetti has asked for your presence in his office," the short man stated. Natalia followed him down to the second floor. Tommy was standing at the top of the steps, speaking with a dark haired Spanish man. She walked up, and stood next to Tommy.

"Ah, Tommy," the Spanish man said upon seeing Natalia. "This must be the lovely girl you spoke of."

"Yeah," Tommy said, smiling at her. "This is Natalia."

Natalia waved and smiled politely. Tommy motioned to her that he'd be right back. After seeing the handsome Spanish man to the door, he went back up to Natalia, placing his arm around her waist and going into his office, where they sat on the couch.

"Who was that?" she asked, adjusting herself as she was sitting on her leg.

"Colonel Juan Garcia Cortez. He's a good friend of mine," Tommy explained to her, as she fixed the collar on his shirt, straightening it and pressing it flat. "We helped each other out. But, I wanted to tell you that I cleared your apartment out. Your furniture is in the basement, and all your clothes are being delivered to my room."

She raised her eyebrow at him. "Your room? I don't get my own?"

"Why would you? You have a crush on me, right?"

Her mouth dropped. "You listened?! Thomas!" she said, her heart racing.

"I know all, babe."

"Well," she said, standing up, "then you know that I have to go up and take a shower now." She quickly exited his office, and disappeared to the upper floor where Tommy's suite was. Noticing her luggage, she opened it, taking out some clothes. She turned on the shower, stepped inside and immersed herself in the warm water, washing away all of her worries. She was safe now in Tommy's care, knowing that he'd never purposely let anything bad happen to her.

She cleansed herself, washed her hair, rinsed off and turned off the shower. After drying off, she grabbed one of Tommy's burgundy robes and put it on, tying it loosely around her waist. She stepped out into the bedroom, only to be surprised.

"So, you always look this sexy getting out of the shower?"

She laughed. "I doubt I look sexy. I haven't even brushed my hair out yet." She went over to her clothes which she had laid on the bed. He came up behind her, placing his hands firmly on her full hips. "Tommy," she started.

"What?" he asked in a low voice right next to her ear.

"Don't." She spun herself around, leaning back into the bed. He said nothing more, just stared into her eyes as she shifted herself away from him, escaping to the bathroom with her clothes in hand.

Back down in his office, Tommy sighed heavily. Why did I do that? he asked himself. Way to scare her, Tommy, as if she wasn't scared enough. A guard came to the office door, Ken behind him.

"Tommy, man, I tell ya, that girl has done wonders. The Printworks has never been better. Has never run smoother. You gotta put her to work on other buildings."

"She's staying here for a while, Ken. Her ex is out to get her."

"Her ex? Well, I'll tell you what, I'd be out to get her too."

Tommy scowled at Ken, and stood from his desk. "I think I need some fresh air." Ken followed him to the back yard, where food and drinks were always available. It was well into the evening when Tommy finally had enough of Ken's senseless babbling. "Don't you have some where to be, Ken?" he asked, annoyed.

"Oh!" he nearly yelled, jumping up out of his lounge chair. "You know, you're right. You're always right, Tommy. I was supposed to be there an hour ago." He ranted on some more as he left out of Tommy's sight.

Closing his eyes, Tommy relaxed in his chair, putting his arm over his face.

"Jeans and a dress shirt to the pool?" came a familiar female voice. "Tommy, I thought you had more sense than that."

"Mercedes," he said, sitting upright. "How are you today?"

"Oh, just fine. I was just stopping by to see how my favorite person was." She sat down in a chair next to him, and they started talking like they always did. Natalia came to the pool side, dressed in her bathing suit. She tried not to pay any attention to Tommy and Mercedes.

"Who's the beauty?" Mercedes whispered to Tommy as she saw Natalia step into the pool.

"That's Natalia. The girl I told your father about," his voice just as low as hers.

"Oh, well, nice to finally see her. Do I have a feeling that Mr. Tommy Vercetti might finally settle down now?" she grinned.

"It's possible. Very possible." He watched Mercedes look at her hot pink watch. "Have to go?"

"Always," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Stay in touch." With that, she left, and Tommy put all his focus on Natalia, who was swimming around peacefully in the pool. The sun was setting, giving a warm glow to the outside.

Natalia noticed Tommy disappear back inside the mansion, and ten minutes later coming back out in his dark red swimming trunks. He took off his gold watch, tossing it on a patio table, and stepped into the pool. Natalia darted to the side of the pool when Tommy neared her.

"Isn't it a little late to swim?" he asked, kicking his legs up and floating on his back.

"Not if it's not too late to have your girlfriends come over. Had I known, I would have stayed in the room." She tensed as Tommy swam to her.

"Mercedes is not my girlfriend. She never has been. She's just a good friend," he defended rather quickly. He backed her against the side of the pool.

"Well, I'm pretty sure eventually I'll meet your other girls."

"I only have one girl," he said, pressing closer to her body.

"And who's that?" she asked.

His lips almost touched hers. "You." Before he could, she lip locked them, their tongues mingling. His hands roamed her body, stopping at her bathing suit top, removing the cloth that covered her breasts, tossing it to the side. She moaned as he broke the kiss to kiss down her neck, moving back up to her lips. He pressed his body against hers, and looked around. People were standing around, although he didn't notice any of them watching. "To the room," he quickly said, and they both lifted themselves out of the pool.

Natalia quickly ran to the room, her arms covering her bare chest. Tommy followed, barely a step behind her. Once inside the room, he slammed it shut, locking it, and they lip locked again. He backed her up to the bed, throwing her down onto it. He pulled down her bathing suit bottom, getting it from around her ankles, then tossed it, not caring where it landed. She sat up in the bed, slowly pulling down his bathing suit.

She took him slowly in her mouth, and after only minutes of feeling her heavenly mouth, he couldn't take it anymore. He rid of his shorts, and then laid over her in the bed, wedging himself between her legs. She moaned as he entered her, scratching at his back as he thrust inside of her, slowly, then faster and harder. As she ran her hands through his hair, his mouth found her nipples, sucking and licking. Their moments of release came together as they climaxed at the same time.

Hours later, they laid in bed, both spent after countless times of giving themselves to each other. She laid her head on his chest, her fingers rubbing on his skin. Tommy hugged her tightly.

"You do know that this means you're mine, right?" he asked, smiling.

She looked at him with the first content look on her face she had in a long time. "I think I own you too, Thomas Vercetti." She laid her head back down, falling asleep. Shortly after, Tommy did too.