TRINITY
"Tri, lie down," Bash commands.
I'm naked on top of the cold granite kitchen island in seconds.
I open my mouth, but I run out of words, or maybe my brain is processing something different. All I do is follow his order.
"Sorry, mate." I hear him mutter under his breath.
"What?" I ask, raising my head to look at him, but my head falls back to the granite, which almost hurts. His mouth is on my wet core.
"Oh, God!" I grunt in surprise, gripping both edges of the kitchen island.
"You're saying?"
"Nothing!"
"That's good." He laughs in amusement as he grips my hips tightly to stop me from squirming.
"You're really a redhead." He is really enjoying this.
My toe curls and my hips thrust against his mouth and wanting more. He continues eating me until my inner muscles clench, thrusting his tongue inside me.
I bite my bottom lip harder to avoid screaming. I shudder, rolling my eyes back, panting while releasing my intense orgasm.
I feel a hand slipping underneath me while still feeling like jelly.
Without a single word, Bash carries me inside our room. He starts kissing me all over again, and I can even taste myself in him.
We make love over and over again until I run out of energy and fall asleep in his arms.
***
I wake up and feel thirsty. Every muscle in my body aches, but my lips spread to a smile instead of complaining.
Bash's arm drapes around my waist. I move away slowly. I lift my head when my eyes find the alarm clock on top of the small nightstand. It's still early to get up. I grab a robe, put it on, and tiptoe away to avoid waking him up.
After drinking almost the entire content of one liter of bottled water, I tap my fingers on the countertop, and I suddenly remember that I have to call Lizzy.
I walk and stop in front of the visiting room. I slide the door slowly, sit on one of the cushions, and grab my phone. The battery is drained. Great. Why can't I even buy a decent phone? This phone is three years old already.
Crap.
I open Bash's MacBook Air placed beside my phone.
I'll just send Lizzy an email and call her when we wake up later. Am I invading Bash's privacy? I second thought about using it. What if I'll see something that I might not like?
I take a deep breath and then press the power on. Password protected. Of course, Trinity. What would you expect?
I type his name with his birthday. Wrong. My name and my birthday. Wrong. I roll my eyes. Did I expect that? I giggle. I type 123456, and it works. I cover my mouth, laughing silently.
"Seriously, Bash?" I say under my breath.
I click the Safari browser to avoid scanning his email. My eyes widen to see that he uses this browser to open his email, which I did not expect, but what shocks me most is the content of the email.
My hands fly to my mouth.
My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes.
I can't believe I just believe in him. He fooled me. And what is worse? I fooled myself into trusting him.
He betrayed me.
I stand up with wobbled knees. I almost fall back on my butt. I shake my head repeatedly, still finding it hard to wrap my head around it.
I tiptoe to the other room and cry for a while until I can't take it anymore.
I grab my suitcases and zip them open. I pull all of my clothes out of the closet and toss them into the bags messily.
I'm still crying. I zip them close. Through my blurry eyes, I carry them out to the front porch.
I wash my face to remove the stain of tears. Then I tie my hair into a high bun. I shrug off the robe and wear a shirt and jeans before I slip on my flats.
After loading my bags into the car compartment, I start the car after securing my seatbelt and drive away without looking back at the hanok.
This is supposed to be the best part of my life, but it ends too soon. And it worsens that I end up hurting myself so much that I might not be able to recover from it.
So, that was his plan? He can just say it in front of my face without grabbing me all the way here and fuck me to get what he wants.
He lied to me and used me. I was such a fool to believe that he felt something for me.
What was I expecting from Bash Hughes? I am nothing compared to the women he slept with.
He's not the best friend I once knew. He's changed. God knows what he's done for the past years.
When will you learn not to trust him again, huh, Trinity?
He always comes to me when I'm so vulnerable and when I can't say no. He is my weakness, and he used it to take advantage of me.
He played me well.
Kudos, Sebastian Hughes IV.
I buy a ticket to the States as soon as I arrive at Incheon International Airport. Thank God, there is a flight that will depart in less than six hours. I think I still have a little luck left for me despite the last unfortunate events of my life.
But I'm not going back to New York this time.
***
As always, a part of me likes to sleep throughout the flight. Even the babies cry their lungs out loud. Only this time, nobody wakes me up to make a coffee for me, and no smile and kisses, and what's depressing is, there's no Bash.
My stomach lurches. I swallow the lump forming in my throat.
I remember how Bash said he loved me in every touch of his lips, his skin on me, every thrust he made, every breath, and every smile.
I wipe my tears and sniff.
I need to hail a cab at the Logan International Airport when I arrive.
My phone is still uncharged. My parents don't know I'm coming, so I prepare myself for their interrogation. I know my parents won't let it go until they're satisfied with my answers. As an HR and a former agent, that's what they used to do.
I'm already pushing a cart when someone calls my name.
Crap.
I stop, groan, and curse under my breath.