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 blink many times and swallow hard before I get my voice back. “Oh, my God.”

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

his torso to his back are muscles-ripped, and they 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

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

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 stylish furniture with enormous floor to ceiling glass

I am quickly on feet as I draw a deep breath to face my

smiles that makes a school girl daydream, showing his dimples and straight pearly white teeth as you’ve seen

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

a loud whoosh. He rubs his temples with fingers, then he releases a sigh, tapping the space between us. I stand still with furrowed brows, glaring at him. He stops rubbing his temples when he notices

what Dad told you?” He’s feeling close

horrible heart. It beats faster like I

on your back?” I ask out of curiosity, but more likely an interrogation.

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

off my high heels when I saw him barefooted. “Mr. Hughes!” I yell as I follow him like a puppy.

stops abruptly, so I halt to stop

me Mr.

cut

he

didn’t answer me.”

he responds.

“What?”

answer me, Bash,” Rephrasing, I emphasize his name. I pout and follow him to his copper colored-wall kitchen. “Why didn’t you go to work?” I ask

athletic body. He was physically fit before he left, but now he looks

brain!

a transparent plastic container. He opens the microwave, placing

he says, and I

do what he said. He ignores my questions then I will ignore his. He places a plate with pastries, a mug of black coffee, and another mug in front

sugar on

him, and it’s a mistake because he’s staring at me. He

mug, and sip it silently. It

got this tattoo. I can’t remember what happened. It’s vague, but I remember something that I

don’t look

coffee. “I was surprised to see it in the mirror when I went up to grab a shirt,” he

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

worry. I will ask for an appointment for cosmetic surgeons. Maybe

at him

will work here today. I don’t have the strength

“Okay.”

an office here from the door to the left.”

“I know.”

is he?” all of a sudden,

furrow.

my fingers. “Your fiancé.”

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

looks confused, and looks hurt?

gay.” I press my

who is your fiancé?”

gay roommate since college,

energy. I can’t believe he doesn’t know what happened

six months ago,”

and blinks rapidly.

misery when you are living the life that

care, Tri,” he says, sounding sympathetic.

“Like you