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.

swallow hard before I get my

seat, Trinity. Be down a bit,” he says as he

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

of my sight. I walk toward his enormous and modern living room. I place down the folder on the coffee table

I let my eyes wander around. I’m used to seeing a luxurious home since I’m close to his family. The living room has a black brick wall decorated with modern and

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

showing his dimples and straight pearly white teeth as you’ve seen on toothpaste commercials.

“Good morning, Mr. Hughes. Your dad sent me here for you to sign some documents that he needs to be at his desk at the end of the day.” I bend down to grab the folder from the

then he releases a sigh, tapping the space between us. I stand still

I have a terrible headache. Can we talk later about what Dad told you?” He’s feeling close

and horrible heart. It beats faster like

do you have my name tattooed on your back?” I ask out of curiosity, but more likely

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

away. I groan, kicking off my high heels when I saw him barefooted. “Mr. Hughes!” I yell as

to stop to

Mr. Hughes

cut

he warns.

didn’t answer

he responds.

“What?”

and follow him to his copper colored-wall kitchen. “Why didn’t you go

a perfect and muscular athletic body. He was physically fit before he left, but now he looks more

brain!

He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he opens the wall-mounted fridge, taking a transparent plastic container. He opens the microwave, placing two croissants inside, then he closes

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

a plate with pastries, a mug of black coffee, and another mug in front of me with cream. I am kind of touched

put sugar on that,”

it’s a mistake because he’s staring at me. He raises his brow like asking

head, grab the steaming mug, and sip it

can’t remember what happened. It’s vague, but I remember something that I got into some tequila

I don’t look at

sips his coffee. “I was surprised to see it in the mirror when I

do I feel it isn’t awkward talking with him?

will ask for an appointment for cosmetic surgeons.

him and nod.

today. I don’t have the strength to

“Okay.”

too. I have an

know.”

all of a sudden, he

My brows furrow. “Who?”

my

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

confused, and looks hurt?

“Luke is not my fiancé, Bash. I’m not marrying a gay.” I press my lips together to

“Then, who is your fiancé?”

My smile fades. “Luke is my gay roommate since college, and

like I just drained all my energy. I can’t believe he doesn’t know what happened

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

swallows hard and blinks

misery when you are living the life that you deserve in a

care, Tri,” he says, sounding sympathetic.

you are.”