Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

BASH

It’s been days since dad tightens the security. No report from those guys dad hired to watch out Tennings’ whereabouts.

With all the tensions about our safety, there is still something great happening, and that is my relationship with Trinity. She’s the best woman I can ever ask for, and I can say that she’s a keeper—she’s a God gift and always so sweet and thoughtful. Of course, there’s a part of her that’s annoying, but what’s more annoying is that I love it, and I love everything about her, especially the flaws she never tries to hide.

Trinity complains about everything I offer, not that she doesn’t like it, but she argues first before accepting it.

We’re back to work after our long discussions about that email, and I failed to convince her to take a two weeks break to travel to France for a seminar. I thought she would be glad, but she wasn’t.

She’s really something but that something makes me fall for her even more.

“I said I’m not going!” She shoots me a disapproving glare.

“Tri, this is your chance, and it’s just an eight-day seminar for French Art,” I’m trying very hard to convince her, she doesn’t seem to budge.

“I told you, Bash. I quit drawing. I don’t sketch, and I stopped painting ages ago. I don’t even doodle anymore.” Her face falls.

I lean back on the headboard, running my fingers over her hair. I feel guilty, and I somehow one of the reasons why she stopped her enthusiasm for art.

“Baby, that’s why I’m trying to convince you. I know how you love it. I feel guilty that you stopped doing what you love, Tri.” I look down at her.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can even hold a pencil anymore or a paintbrush, Bash.”

“Tri, once you’re an artist, you will always be an artist, and I believe in you and your talent. Please, don’t give up? That’s too worth to waste.”

She shrugs. “I made my decision, and I’m going back to work.”

I groan, sliding my back to align with her in our bed. I won’t give up that easily, Trinity, and you know me too well. If I did wait for you over these years, I will do it again.

My office door swings open. An annoying smile of Ranjiv comes into view.

“Come in, and lock the door behind you.”

“We’re not gonna make out in your office, are we?” he jokes, trying to imitate Trinity’s walk.

I stand up and sit on my desk. “I will just spank your ass till red and raw.” I laugh. “You suck at imitating her.”

“Why am I here? You sound so serious over the phone,” he asks.

I fish out Trinity’s phone. I bought a new phone for her, and that’s the only thing she’s happy about it.

Ranjiv takes the phone from my hand, inspecting it from side to side. “What’s this?” he asks, furrowing his brows.

“A phone? What do you think is that?” I ask back.

“I know, I know,” he answers, fake-flipping his imaginary long hair.

Rolling my eyes, I glare. “What are you doing?”

He laughs. “That’s how we talk.” He looks at me. “With K.”

“Well, that’s annoying, so stop it.”

“Seriously, Bash, what this? I know this is K’s phone.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah, that’s Trinity’s phone, but I bought her a new model. This phone still works, and I want you to check on something.”

He looks confused as he stares at me. “Something like what? Illegal?”

“Rexwell had that. He might steal it from her.” I pause. “On purpose.”

“And?”

“He might put something, bug it. I don’t know. You’re the expert on that thing. Figure it out.” I scowl, scratching my head.

“Aren’t you too paranoid?”

“I feel queasy when I think about Rexwell,” I tell him honestly. I don’t know why I bother explaining, but he needs to know to find something odd in that phone.

“You can ask an expert on this, Bash.”

I groan. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Like I can say no to you,” he says, slipping the phone into his pocket.

“Good. Now get out!”

His eyes widen, but there is a smile on his face. “Huh?”

“I need that now, go,” I say, waving my hand to kick him out. “Work!”

“If I’ll get in trouble because of this,” he says, pointing his finger at me. “I will spice your ass till red and raw!” He walks out, slamming the door behind him.

The door opens again, and my brows arch.

“I’m glad for both of you! Vishnu!” it was Ranjiv again.

“Get out!” I yell, waving the paper in my hand to shoo him away.

“Whoa!”

My chin tilts, and it was not Ranjiv anymore.

“Oh, hey, Trinity.” My face lights up. I close our gap after I place the paper down my desk.

“What brings my lovely girlfriend here?” I cup her face and do not wait for her to answer. I press my lips against hers, kissing her desperately till I feel relief.

She licks her lips and says seductively “I see, you miss me.”

“Don’t tease me when we’re at the office. I miss you so fucking much.” I kiss her lips soundly.

“I’m coming with you tonight.”

I hug her tighter. “You should because I missed you like crazy.”

I was surprised at how did I sleep last night. I kept on turning on the bed. She asked if she could stay a night at her apartment to fix her things. I returned to my penthouse after sending her, and I missed her immediately. If I was not so lazy to get up, I might have driven back to her apartment and stayed there instead.

“That’s only a night.” She sighs.

“The longest night.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah. You definitely should.”

“Gotta get back to work. I don’t want a warning from my boss.” Pulling herself away, she stops when she reaches the door. “My hot boss.” She then winks.

“Stop it, or I will press you against that door, naked until you’re sweaty and panting.”

She bites her bottom lip, teasing me, and color blossoms on her face and my cock comes to life, jerking in my pants.

Shit!

“Laters, baby!” Then she’s gone in second.

 Fuck!

***

“Baby, I’ll be home in an hour. Just got a call from dad,” I explain over the phone.

 “Hmm.” That’s all she says?

 “Trinity, stop that.” I hear her giggle.

 “Bash, I’m in a bathtub with bubbles all over my naked body. I have red wine, and it feels so good.”

 “Fuck, Tri. Don’t make me imagine things. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done meeting with dad.”

 “Ugh. You’ll miss the best part,” she teases.

 “Trust me, Tri. I won’t miss a thing.” My pants tighten, and it feels uncomfortable.

 “Laters, baby bash.”

 “I love you, Trinity.”

 “Tell me that later.”

 “I will tell you that later too.”

 “I love you too. Bye.”

 I stop to a halt when I hear my mom’s voice. Are they fighting? My heart thunders when I hear my name.

 “He’s my son, Sebastian!” Mom seems crying. Of course, I am, but there’s a lot of questions reeling in my brain right now.

 “He’s my son, too, Abbygail!” Dad’s angry voice booms, and he’s yelling at Mom.

 My heart sinks. “Then please don’t tell him. He’s still like my own Abbygail. Please, I’m begging you.”

 Gasping, I cover my mouth. What are they talking about? Even though I know exactly what are they fighting about, I try hard to deny what I just heard from them. This can’t be.

 My eyes filled with tears, and that’s when the door swings open. Colors drain from Dad’s and Mom’s faces, and they look like they’ve seen a ghost.

I am their ghost.

“Bash, baby.” Mom marches to me, but I step backward without a word. I shake my head, and that’s when I feel wet on my face.

“Bash, let us—”

“Explain! Now is the fucking time.” My voice cracks. “That I’m not yours? That I’m a bastard!” I blink my blurry eyes to see the reactions on their faces.

“You cheated on Dad, Mom?” I face and yell at her, making Mom startle.

“Don’t you fucking dare shout at your mom, Sebastian!” Dad’s voice booms in the entire house. In my twenty-one years, I have never been scared of Dad. Only tonight. But he’s not my dad.

Mom shakes to cry, her hands cupping her face. I feel so disgusted at her and myself. I was made out of a mistake.

“She never cheated on me. Your mom will never do that!”

“Then tell me what I just heard! That he’s still like my own? Or are you referring to someone else?”

Dad looks shocked. He’s not expecting me to find out the truth about me.

“Tell me. Fucking tell me! I’m not a Hughes, am I? You only groomed me to be one of yours. Who am I then? A bastard?” My heart breaks and shatters into a billion pieces that after all these years, I am not their blood.

And after all these years, I’m not a Hughes? Why am I even have his name? I don’t fucking belong to them, to this family, to their world.

I don’t even know where I belong. I’m so fucking lost!

“Bash, wait!” Mom begs, but she’s not my mom if she didn’t cheat on Dad. I mean Sebastian.

Who are my parents?

“Sebastian! Get back in here!” Dad calls me.

I ignore them as I run out of their home.

I don’t belong here.

I don’t belong with them.

I don’t belong in their world.

“Bash! Bash! Stop! Stop!” Edmund shouts outside the car, slamming his fists against the window to stop me.

I drive away without caring for the people behind me. They lied! They fucking lied! The twenty-one years of life are all but lies, built with lies?

I’m a lie.

I get inside the Night Stalker, pushing the huge bouncers out of my way. My eyes narrow when I see the familiar face—Kyland Wright smiling at me.

“Give me a fucking bottle!” I demand.

“Hey, man. Calm down.”

I grab his front shirt until his face is an inch closer to mine. “You have unfinished business with me, Wright! Now give me that fucking bottle, or I will smash that in your fucking head!”

He nods and looks confused. He grabs a bottle and hands it to me after I release his shirt.

“We’re not done, Wright! I’ll come back to let you pay your debt!” I yell, raising the bottle he gave me.

I walk out without looking back. I go to the back of the nightclub building where most of the employees park their cars and enter from the back door.

I stride my way up till I reach the rooftop. I twist the lid and pour the content into my mouth. It burns the back of my throat, but I don’t give a damn. I want to forget what happened earlier, and don’t want to feel the pain in my chest.

I sit on the ledge, inhaling the smell of the city as the chilly wind hugs my skin. The city lights look like eyes judging me. My eyes water, thinking of what happened earlier.

“God, who am I?” I ask, looking up at the night sky. I sniff, wiping off the tears from my face.

I hear a squeak from the rusty metal door where I entered, and it swings open, making my head snaps to the dark surface.

I stand up quickly when an old man emerges. He’s wearing a white shirt with a brown coat and dark brown pants. He looks not far from the fifties, and he looks familiar, but I can’t quite point out where I last saw him.

“Hello, son.”