Bashing Trinity

TRINITY

My life sucks!

Let me tell you a brief story of my life. To start, my name is supposed to be Kiera Trinity Mallory, but the registrar might have cross-eyed or drunk. Now my name is officially registered as Kiara Trinity.

Number one. I am the only child of Zoey and Logan Mallory. I always dream of having a sibling, but I didn’t get a chance to have either a brother or a sister. I felt jealous every time I saw my friends with their brothers.

Two. I have a frizzy red curly hair that looks like orange in the sun and like instant Chinese noodles. I always got bullied when I was a kid because of my hair. No matter how mom tried fixing it with a hundred hair clips, it wouldn’t just stick together. I got plenty of freckles all over my face. I’m sure you know how my face looks like.

My eyes are maybe my best asset—they’re green like a tropical forest, but many girls have green eyes too. Dad loves me so much he calls them emerald. My lips? Just ordinary. Okay, maybe red and full because I have pale skin that makes them stand out?

I’m not tall neither short—just an average, I guess. I lack in the chest size, but I don’t have to use the push-up bra that women are using these days to show off cleavage.

So much about my physical appearance. Well, one thing I suck at? Numbers. Who loves numbers, anyway? I hate it because it just gives me a terrible headache at the end of the class.

Thank God, I passed and graduated from college with a Business Management major in Finance. Well, I have to shift my love of Art to Finance to prove that I can still function and solve numbers without his help.

Don’t raise your brows because I have good eyebrows that my friends envy me for that. Thank God, they’re not red.

I was one of the luckiest students to get a full scholarship sponsored by Hughes Industries. Though my parents work with them until now, I do believe that I still deserve the Scholarship program.

Another suck—my best friend since grades school hates me to death. He broke my heart, and I cried for months. Not only because he hates me, but because he’s my crush since I learned how to walk. Funny, right?

I never had a boyfriend until my senior year in college. Well, that was a year ago. I met Oli, and we clicked right away like jigsaw puzzles until he asked me out.

Everything was perfect—we laughed, we fought, we reconciled, we made love, and he was so perfect. He was caring, loving, and thoughtful until he proposed. Did I say yes? Of course, I loved him, and he was my first boyfriend and everything, but he was not my first kiss.

But like I said before, life sucks! I found out that he was suffering from leukemia. No matter how I cried my eyes out every day and night, nothing is going to change the fact that he is dying.

Oli died six months ago when we were about to set a date for our wedding. See? Fate is just playing with me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate my life.

I’ve got great parents and great best friends. I love them so much. But my life is about to be doomed when I heard a month ago that Mr. Peter Williams is retiring. I’ve been working with him as his assistance since I started my internship, and I’m about to get a real position at the finance department at Hughes Industries.

“K! Sorry, I’m late.” My head snaps to the brunette of five foot eight inches gorgeous woman wearing a light pink Dior dress, blue Louboutin stilettos with her blue Manolo Blahnik clutch bag. I stand from the chair to meet her.

“It’s just like two minutes and twenty seconds, Lizzy,” I say after our girly kisses. Did I mention who Lizzy is? The heiress of Hughes. Well, she’s the boss’s daughter. She runs the marketing and advertising department and my ex-best friend’s big sister.

“Where’s Saph?” she asks, sitting across the table.

I notice her driver/bodyguard always on full alert like one of the Men in Black agents.

“She texted me half hour ago. She said she’s on her way.”

Lizzy chuckles. “Maybe she fought with her twin again. I heard from uncle Phoenix that Xandry doesn’t like Matt.”

“Oh, I don’t like him too, but who am I to judge. Saph likes him, though.” I sip the caramel Frappuccino that I ordered while waiting for Lizzy to arrive.

“I don’t think Saph is serious with him. You know her. She has a thing with bad boys, and he isn’t one of those,” Lizzy replies, then she looks at me as if she wants to say something.

“What?” I ask.

“You know he’s coming back, right?” I freeze in my seat. I feel my surrounding is suddenly getting smaller. I feel claustrophobic, and I shiver as if I just soak into a tub full of ice water. I nod slowly.

sincerely, reaching

I toy with my engagement ring. I never take this off even

years ago,

ago, Lizzy,” I correct her.

you will work with him eight hours a day. Five days a week.”

“And?” I ask.

since the last time you two

point? And we’re not kids this time, Lizzy. We’re both

check his social

“After he left. Why?” I never checked anything has to do with him after that. I know his password, but I never tried even to check if

what I mean,” she says before

clean, send this, do this, arrange dinner with, fax this, do my presentation, oh, did my whore call? Go fetch my dog,

holding her flat stomach as I mimick her brother’s

“He might have changed his accent into a bloody Brit.”

he’s still the same annoying Bash, but I love him, you know? I hope he’ll break up with that bitch Dana before he comes back.

been stabbed like a thousand times every

hate the letter

torture me at work,” I

to mix the misunderstanding you had before with

see me. Does he know that I’ll be his temporary assistant?”

shakes her

***

sounds lame because I went in the morning and the party was not until almost midnight. But to be honest, I’m not ready to face him. I still feel

is going to throw against me as soon as he figures out that I’ll be working with him for eight hours every day

wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt. I’m breathing deeply like every

What’s wrong with

new boss who is an arrogant prick who hates women, K.

A text from Lizzy.

the elevator now.

Crap!

door swings open. When I think I am ready to face him again, it’s total bullshit. I’m

Relax. Just play

I can’t!

changed a lot! I should have followed what Lizzy has told me. To check out his social

lava and like an effing sun

meet. There’s a surprising look in his gray eyes.

know that I’m his personal

Trinity. He’s the only one who calls me by that name, and if I’m being honest, I really miss it. I miss that coming from his mouth. I miss his voice. I have to blink many times

it feels like I just swallow a fish. And I hate fish. It’s nasty.

beautiful brows

hope the interior fits your liking, but we can still request and change—”

to stop me from babbling like an idiot, showing me

my face heat when our gazes meet again. I have to break it because Bash is hypnotizing me with those gray orbs

My lips dry instantly.

my family threw out for me two

expecting me to be there? Wow!

top of his desk that I placed them perfectly. I grab the iPad where I saved all his appointment and my notes. I’m not supposed to do that, but I can’t just fidget in front of him or gawk at him for the rest of the day. I hug them to my chest to somehow calm my racing heartbeat.

come,” I reply nonchalantly, then I continue to avoid stuttering, “So, as you know, I’m your new assistant; temporarily, and my office is just adjacent to yours.” I point at the door to his left. I

on his schedule on my iPad—it’s company property.

“You have a meeting in less than ten minutes.” I look at his schedule