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.

“I’m always here before the eight-thirty, 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 the screen.

the boss thing, Trinity? I thought we already agreed about it in our first meeting.”

a good memory, Hughes,” she answers with a

have a good memory too.” I finally break into a smile.

then. Can I get you a coffee or something? We have the coolest high-tech

the iPad from her grasp. “I know my calendar for today, Tri. You already sent me an email last night about my schedule unless you made some changes.” I put down the iPad back on her

I grab her left hand, and she freezes. “We’ll go out to buy coffee,” I

blinks and licks her lips. I can’t help but look down at her full red lips when a pink color starts to bloom on her cheeks.

Shit!

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

to, but I want to walk with you

I don’t do that

your lazy ass, and you’re coming with me.”

to slip her hand from my grip. Her features change instantly from the sweet Trinity to

guards down now, and you don’t have to put up walls between us. It’s

in into my life again, there’s a possibility that you can hurt me again. I just celebrated my first anniversary with my fiancé, and I have to celebrate it alone

My face falls, and my heart hurts. She pulls

walks past me. “Let’s go. I still

strides out of my office to my dad’s private elevator. She gestures her hand. I

not gonna hurt you intentionally, Trinity.”

and mutters under her breath,

both silently standing side by side as 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 breathing and the whirring of the elevator as it brings us down. I can smell the flowery fragrance of her perfume—that’s how close we are, but the distance seems so miles away.

look beautiful today, Trinity.” I glance

“Thanks.”

“Don’t you think you wear taller high heels?”

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

Tri, but we will walk down the street. Your feet might hurt, you know,” I

of me already, huh? Just so you know, I wear high

pass a regulation in banning

face turns pink, and her lips slightly parted. Tempting. And there’s a part of me that notices her. I 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 there is

me. You are my boss, and

A full grin spreads in my lips. “It only takes a single flirt to prove, huh,

up and smiles at me. A lovely smile. she bumps her elbows on my arm. “Shut up,

soon as the elevator

Following her to the glass 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 against the time. The honking of vehicles and the smell of fumes are everywhere as we

it’s okay for you to walk? I’m worried about your feet.” I notice my driver

legs look sexier and longer on those heels. I guess, I just like women wearing high heels.

are worried when we are near the shop?” she gives

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

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

we sneaked out to watch Maroon 5

to impress Adam Lavine. What were you thinking? We’re going to a concert, not

laughs.

So rich and free, and

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

batteries just to take video

grips my arm. “Then my feet hurt like hell. I

least you got a best friend to carry

he said, “Yo! Watta ass there, folks!” she

I laugh with

to the office. My phone vibrates in my pocket when we are halfway back

good morning,” I answer cheerfully.

the street?” Dad asks over the phone with a

I let my eyes scan the crowd,