Bashing Trinity

TRINITY

“What am I doing?” I ask myself in the mirror.

Last night I kept turning in bed for some reason that I didn’t even know. That was the first night that I didn’t think of Oli since he passed away. All I could think of was the gorgeous gray-eyed who ran away from his office and didn’t come back after the meeting.

What’s his problem anyway?

I play with my engagement ring on my finger while I’m humming the song on my phone. My officemates are already rushing to get in the cramming elevator. Some say hi, greets a good morning, and some think that I’m invisible. I know exactly what they talk about, so I keep my volume on my headset louder even it’s already deafening my ears.

Enough thinking of Bash! You had all that last night! I’m sure he isn’t doing the same.

I start my routine as soon as I get into my office. Still no signs of Bash. It’s almost nine in the morning when I check the time on my laptop.

“Wow! Very impressive for the second day. The most punctual Hughes in the History of Hughes!” I slump my ass back to my chair dramatically.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart.”

I jerk in my seat and compose myself when I meet the gray-eyed old version of him.

“S-sorry. Um, good morning, Mr. Hughes!” I say and raise from my seat as the heat creeps on my cheeks. I am sure he knows who I am talking about.

“Kiara, Bash won’t be here. His driver just informed me that Bash is still in bed and not feeling well. I guess he has jet lag. I will let him work from his home, or he can take off for the rest of the week,” he says politely. He is the best father to Lizzy and Bash. Though he’s very strict as boss while at work, but he’s nothing like when he’s out of his building.

“So, he won’t be here today?” I ask, and my voice sounds disappointed. Jeez!

He chuckles. “I need him to sign some papers, and you have to go to his penthouse. I need the documents at the end of the day.” He pauses and fishes out something in his pants pocket. “Take this key if he will not open for you, and I will write down the passcode on his security system.”

I take the key from his hand, unsure. My brows meet as I look up at him. He’s smiling at me, and I can’t help but smile back and nod in understanding.

***

I meet Bash’s driver, Edmund at the lobby. He helps me up to the penthouse, then he goes down when I’m already at the front door of Bash luxurious den.

I press the doorbell; Daddy Seb said if he won’t open for me, then that’s the time I will use the key and the passcode.

I start tapping my black high heels on the floor patiently, a gift from Lizzy when we went shopping two weeks ago. That’s one of the perks of having a best friend and the daughter of the Billionaire, always having gifts.

I press again, no answer.

I roll my eyes and press it repeatedly. Jeez, is he deaf? Is he really not feeling well? Did he happen to eat peanut butter or strawberries?

I know he has allergies to them.

Before I can press again, I hear him from the other side saying he’s coming. I stand straight and hug my file manager tightly to my chest and take deep breaths.

My heart starts thundering in my chest. The shiny dark wooden door unlocks and swings open.

Wow! If he looks hotter than the molten lava, now half-naked Bash looks hotter than hell. How does it even possible? His black bedhead hair looks good even it shouldn’t. He looks tired, though. With half-closed eyes, he rubs his face with his long fingers.

“Can’t you be a little patient?” he comments with his sleepy voice. He opens the door wider for me and walks away without looking back. I want to inspect his body, but he’s already leaving me standing glued in front of his door.

He ignores me. Great!

What are you expecting, Kiara?

A gasp escapes my lips as he turns his back on me, and I am sure he hears it because he stops and freezes. He turns around and looks at me with my hand already on my mouth. My green eyes widen, and I can’t say anything like I lose all my thoughts.

“Trinity, please, come in, and close the door behind you. I’ll just put a shirt on,” he says after clearing his throat. He walks away again while I’m still standing frozen.

I get my

“Have a seat, Trinity. Be down a bit,”

He must work out a lot to gain that. He took care of himself while he was away. Unlike me, I have a lazy

walk toward his enormous and modern living room. I place down the folder on the coffee table that I’ve been

seeing a luxurious home since I’m close to his family. The living room has a black brick wall decorated with modern and stylish furniture with enormous floor to ceiling glass windows. Raindrop’s inspired chandelier is hanging at the double high ceiling room.

on feet as I draw a deep breath to face my gorgeous boss.

“Morning, Trinity!” He smiles that makes a school girl daydream, showing his dimples and straight pearly white teeth as you’ve

be at

whoosh. He rubs his temples with fingers, then he releases a sigh, tapping the space between us. I stand still with furrowed brows, glaring

we talk later about what Dad told you?” He’s feeling close

It beats faster like I run three miles on a treadmill.

your back?” I ask out of curiosity,

a second. “Follow me. I need caffeine,” he says, but it sounds like a command.

He saunters away. I groan, kicking off my high heels when I saw him barefooted. “Mr. Hughes!” I yell as I follow him like a puppy.

abruptly, so I halt to stop to avoid

“Call me Mr. Hughes

what?” I cut

“Trinity,” he warns.

didn’t answer me.”

he responds.

“What?”

colored-wall kitchen. “Why didn’t you go to

fit before he left, but now he looks more mature, muscle-ripped, and hotter that every woman

Shitty brain!

opens the microwave, placing two croissants

a seat, Tri,” that’s all he says, and I

of black coffee, and another mug in front of me with cream. I am kind of touched that he still remembers what I like.

on that,” he says.

look at him, and it’s a mistake because he’s

grab the steaming mug, and sip it silently. It tastes like

can’t remember what happened. It’s vague, but I

look at

in the

I feel it isn’t awkward talking with him?

for an appointment for cosmetic surgeons. Maybe they can remove

him and nod.

here today. I don’t have the strength to go to

“Okay.”

I have an office

“I know.”

“Where is he?” all of a sudden, he

furrow. “Who?”

at my fingers. “Your fiancé.”

eyes widen before I burst out laughing. “Luke? My fiancé?”

He looks confused, and looks hurt?

marrying a gay.” I press my lips together

“Then, who is your fiancé?” he

since college, and he’s engaged

just drained all my energy. I can’t believe he doesn’t know what happened to my fiancé. I guess Lizzy

shoulders droop. “My fiancé died six months ago,” I say slowly.

swallows hard and blinks rapidly. “I’m so sorry, Tri. I’ve no idea.”

even care about my misery when you

I care, Tri,” he says, sounding sympathetic.

you are.”