Tom X Matt Novels & Stories

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

It made me sick to think that he was so two faced, and even worse, that Damien trusted him. “Ah, Matt, I’ve been meaning to speak to you regarding my new prototype. I have some data I've compiled regarding the inner workings of the prototype and I'll send it over to you tonight.” Damien said. I watched Matt, who’s real name was Bartholomew, carefully as he spoke with Damien.