BASH
It's been two days since the last time I heard from Trinity.
She's been ignoring my calls and messages. I thought of giving her space after what happened. But this is just too much.
My thoughts scatter.
I've never been restless and anxious for the whole weekend. My sleep deprivation is because of that kiss.
"Who are you?" My eyes narrow to the thirty-ish curvy woman with curly hair and bronze skin in front of me. She tries to open the door for me and has a folder in her hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Hughes. I'm Lindsey White. Your new PA," she introduces herself, following me.
I slump my back dramatically into my chair. My hands clasped under my chin. The woman doesn't walk in front of me but keeps staring at me inquisitively.
"Are you just gonna stare at me all day, or you're gonna do your job?" I'm being an ass, but I am not in the mood to exchange pleasantries.
She clears her throat. "I just talked with Ms. Kiara Mallory about-"
I raise my hand to stop her. Just someone mentioning her name makes my heartbeat skip.
I need to talk to that woman. Why is she ignoring me?
We pull each other, gasping for air. I lean my forehead against hers, and she's panting too. Her hand is still on me, gripping the sleeves of my shirt. I plant a kiss on her forehead, and that's when she pushes me away, giving us space.
The silence between us is driving me insane, and it freaks the hell out of me. I'm afraid of what will come out of her mouth, and it's nerve-racking.
I release my hands on her as I lean against the wall.
"Trinity," I whisper but more like I am begging.
"What we just did is not acceptable, Bash. We should-"
I press my finger on her lips.
"We shouldn't kiss?" I ask while my other hand is blindly searching for the light switch.
She crosses her arms over her chest but stays in her place and leans against the wall. This time she doesn't look up at me anymore.
"Yeah. We're best friends, Bash. I don't want things to get awkward between us." She bites her swollen lip. Her face flushed.
I can see clearly after the light flicks open above us. I guess we feel the same about that mind-blowing kiss.
"It won't be awkward, Trinity. Trust me, and I never regretted kissing you. That was amazing, and if I knew it felt that way, I should have kissed you a long time ago," I say from the deepest of my fluttering heart.
My heart is still beating uncontrollably, and my cock is still on full alert.
She instantly looks up at me when I touch her arm. "Don't say something like that, Bash."
"Trinity, I mean every word I said." I cup her face again and press my lips on her.
She gasps on our pressed lips. I move my lips, coaxing her to kiss me back. I moan when she pushes her body against me.
Jesus! It's so fucking amazing. I can just stand in this hallway if I can kiss Trinity, and it feels like this.
She moans when I deepen the kiss-the most beautiful melody ever reaching my ears.
"Bash, Bash, stop!" She pushes me away. I admire her self-control because I know she's just as turned on as me.
"I think you should go home. It was a mistake that I let you in. You're half-drunk."
I stand straight, crossing my arms over my chest. "Do you always allow a drunk person to kiss you?" I chuckle and smirk.
I regret that I ask because now she's shooting me a glare.
"You are the first person I've ever kissed after my fiancé died. Thanks for shoving that into my face," she responds angrily.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that, but I'm not drunk, Tri. I will surely remember this when I wake up in the morning, and I don't even know if I will fall asleep when I go to bed. I will probably think about our kiss repeatedly," I tell her honestly. "I want to kiss you again, and I want-"
"Just stop. I'm engaged!"
"To a fucking dead, Trinity!"
Fuck! I don't mean to shout it out loud. She just flinches. Tears start to fill her eyes as she looks at me. I feel like a total ass. I'm so fucking this up.
"J-just g-go, Bash, please?" she begs, her eyes filled with tears.
I move closer to her, but she takes a step back, so I stop. "I don't mean what I said."
"You always don't mean it. I doubt that you like kissing me. Please. Just go," Trinity says, wiping her tears with her hand.
"I mean it, Trinity. Please, hear me out?"
"Please, what?"
I want to tell her how I feel, but she's already pushing me away.
"Let me stay, and I can't go home. I let Edmund leave before coming here, and it's almost morning. I won't kiss you again, I promise. Not tonight, at least."
"Not tonight? You mean you're planning on kissing me again?" she asks with an accusing tone. Her wet eyes are filled with so many emotions, mostly hurt and sorrow.
"If you will let me, fucking yes," I reply sincerely.
"We can't just kiss."
I sigh helplessly before I nod in understanding. I fish out my phone in my pocket, searching for an Uber app on my phone.
"What are you doing?" she asks cautiously.
"What do you think?" I ask back, focusing my eyes on the screen of my phone.
My stomach twists sickly. This is not how I want this night to end. I was dreaming of sleeping with Trinity in my arms while I was on my way here. That was why I let Edmund go home.
Maybe I am a little bit optimistic. We did sleep many times in the same bed together, and I controlled my urge and needs just fine. And I'm sure I can do it again.
"You can stay. I don't want your family will rip me apart if they find out I let you go home alone." Her voice is filled with guilt even though she doesn't have to feel that way.
I shake my head. "No. I'm going home." I walk away from her while I'm still filling in the info on the app.
Trinity grabs my free hand before I can go fast.
I look over my shoulder, and she just shrugs it off. I face her, wrapping my arms around her.
She hugs me back.
"It's okay, Trinity. I can go home safely. I will call you as soon as I get into my penthouse."
She shakes her head on my chest. "We slept in the same bed before, and nothing happened between us. I still trust you." She looks up at me.
I sigh in relief.