Bashing Trinity

BASH

“Why didn’t you tell me that her fiancé died? I could have avoided asking her about him, Lizzy.”

She sighs from the other line. I couldn’t sleep after what I just found out about her relationship. It breaks my heart to see her in such pain, and I can’t do anything to help her.

“Bash, she needs you. She may laugh, jokes around, or pushes you away, but she suffered a lot losing her fiancé. She needs the Bash that she used to know. She needs her best friend,” Lizzy says softly, convincing me.

“She doesn’t need me, Lizzy. You can’t push her on me if she doesn’t want me, and I can’t force what we had to be back to normal. All she needs is to accept her loss and move on. She has you as a friend.” The frown deepens on my forehead. Honestly, I don’t want to be just her friend anymore. I want to be wanted. I want to be someone she needs, not because she was my best friend.

“You didn’t get it, Bash.”

“Tell me then, Lizzy.” I close my eyes.

“You can bring back the old Trinity. Haven’t you notice? She is trying to be strong, but it doesn’t feel right because she is fooling herself. Deep inside, she is broken. You broke her, and then, she’s broken again when her fiancé died.” Lizzy blames me. I know it, and a part of me, I blamed myself too.

“I didn’t break her, Lizzy.” I ignore the pang inside my chest and the fact that she shoves into my face.

“Do tell, Bash. Aren’t you broken too?” she asks, demanding an answer.

“Just drop it, Lizzy. My case is different. It’s not like that,” I clarify awkwardly.

“What is your case then? And how it isn’t like that? You jumped into conclusions, and then you didn’t come to visit again for over three years, and you avoided anything about her. You always walked away when we were talking about her. Tell me, baby brother.” She sounds pissed. She has the right to because she cares a lot about Trinity. They became best friends while I’m gone.

I don’t know what to tell her because I know she’ s right. I didn’t come to spend a vacation for three years after what I saw on my first visit. Since then, I stayed in London and let my family come to visit me. I never asked anyone about her or even checked her on social media. I didn’t realize how much I was hurt when I saw her that night.

“Whatever, Lizzy, and I didn’t call you to lecture on me. I remember asking you why didn’t you tell me,” I retort.

“Bash, didn’t I mention you that you avoided anything has to with her?”

I slump myself to the couch, defeated. I can’t fight with Lizzy.

“Remember I told you that it isn’t too late? It isn’t, is it? Now, it’s time for you to be a better friend or better be more than a friend.” She starts giggling.

“Lizzy, it’s not the right time for that.”

“Oh, really? So, when will it be?” she asks, sounding hopeful.

“She doesn’t even trust me, and I don’t even know how to befriend her.” I don’t even know what to do or how to start. Trinity seems so close to me—she’s a grasp away, but her heart and mind are so far.

“Yay! My baby brother needs his big sissy’s help. Leave it to me, baby Bash.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes with that annoying nickname.

***

“Morning,” I greet her with enthusiasm.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I kept turning in bed after my phone call with my sister. I don’t know how to get back the old Trinity, but I want her back pretty bad, and I will accept anything she can offer even if it’s just an acquaintance or an officemate for as long as I can talk to her every day. I know it sounds desperate, but I need her help too.

But seeing her today is worth a sleepless night. She’s already in her office, hustling on the keyboard, and her green eyes are focused on the screen. She turns her swivel chair when she hears me.

She’s wearing a cream-colored blouse with ruffles in front and a dark red knee-length skirt and white four inches high heels. Her hair curled messily. I guess the red lipstick is her signature because she looks gorgeous.

“Good morning, Boss.” She rises from her seat, pulling down her skirt, then smoothens it. She smiles tightly without showing her perfect teeth. But she looks better today compares to our last encounter in this office.

Trinity is jaw-droppingly beautiful.

“You’re here early.” I check my watch. It’s twenty-five minutes after eight.

boss. Our reporting time is eight-thirty while boss like you is nine sharp,” she says, picking up the iPad, tapping her red-manicured finger on

we already agreed about it in

good memory, Hughes,” she answers with a hint of a smile on her

“Good because I have a good memory too.” I finally break

She smiles back at me. “Okay, then. Can I get you a coffee or something? We have the coolest high-tech coffee machine here in your

today, Tri. You already sent me an email last night about my

standing like a runway model. I grab her left hand, and she freezes. “We’ll go out to buy coffee,” I tell her, but she doesn’t move.

and licks her lips. I can’t help but look down at her full red lips when a pink color

Shit!

if you don’t like the coffee in the building, or we can just ask your driver to buy for us,”

to, but I want to walk

eyes. “You know, I

Now move your lazy ass, and you’re coming

tries to slip her hand from my grip. Her features change instantly

don’t have to put up walls between us. It’s just me. and I’m not gonna hurt you.”

you can hurt me again. I just celebrated my first anniversary with my fiancé, and I have to celebrate it alone in his grave instead of doing it in the restaurant with him or in our

face falls, and my heart hurts. She pulls her hand quickly as soon as she gets the chance.

walks past me. “Let’s go. I still have

out of my office to my dad’s private elevator. She gestures her hand. I slide the key card that’s

you intentionally,

in the elevator and mutters under her breath,

the lift shuts close in front of us. I can sense the tension in the small gap between us. The only things I can hear are my

beautiful today, Trinity.” I glance down at

“Thanks.”

My lips curve to smile. “Don’t you think you wear taller high heels?”

a cocked brow. “I love my shoes, and what’s with the judgment, Mr. All-perfect?” She’s gorgeously

you, Tri, but we will walk down the street.

“Making fun of me already, huh? Just so you know, I wear high heels just

think I should pass a regulation in banning you on wearing high heels,” I say, without breaking eye

can just push her against this elevator wall and kiss her lips until swollen, but I value the little trust she’s giving me. If

with me. You are my boss, and we’re

my lips. “It only takes a single flirt

smile. she bumps her elbows on my arm. “Shut

out first as soon as

revolving door out of Hughes Building, I press my hand on her back to let her moves closer to me since it’s still rush hour, and we can’t help to bump with people in suits, rushing

you to walk? I’m worried about your

those heels. I guess, I

are worried when we are near the shop?” she gives me an odd

see her green irises. She coated some mascara on her lashes, although they’re thick enough not to notice

“You don’t want me to carry you, Tri. I’ve no problem carrying you

“You did that before, remember? When we sneaked out to watch Maroon 5 concert?”

you wore that tiny purple dress to impress Adam Lavine.

laughs.

love her laugh. So rich and free, and it always makes my heart

down. We can’t find a taxi, and our phones were shut off.”

our phone batteries

feet hurt like hell. I had blisters. Oh, my god! That didn’t happen again.”

best friend to carry you.”

“Yo! Watta ass there,

with her.

to take our coffee and blueberry muffins to the office. My phone vibrates

morning,” I

Dad asks over the phone with a hint of a

scan the crowd, but I can’t