Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

TRINITY

Last night, Sean told me about our high school days before I went to my room, and I’m not that drunk to forget what happened last night. I know this isn’t Sean beside me because I know how it feels when Bash is around.

He has my heart, but how about that pregnant woman? What is he doing here with me?

I can also feel the ring on my finger, which I can’t remember I put it back on. He must have seen it on top of the dresser where I left.

Bash stirs, pulling me closer to him. I can even feel his morning wood pressed against my butt. His arm tightens around my waist because he knows that I’m already awake.

“Morning, drunkass.” His voice makes me shiver. Something down there awakens at his presence, and he kisses my shoulder. “No good morning back for your fiancé, Trinity?” he asks when I haven’t said anything.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “What are you doing here, Bash?” I know he wants to talk to me, but I’m not ready for any bad news today.

“Where would I be if not with you, Tri?” he answers like nothing happened yesterday. He runs his nose on my back–the typical Bash when he wakes up in the morning.

“Baby, can you at least give me a good morning kiss or just turn and look at me? I wanna see your eyes.” He tries to turn me to face him, but I stay still.

“We need a serious talk, Trinity,” now he demands. His voice is firm.

A tear suddenly falls at the corner of my eye. “I know, Bash, but I’m not ready for that.”

“And you’d rather run like your ass on fire yesterday, leaving me alone with my family and with our employees? Mom and Dad were not happy about it. Lizzy was bugging me until I came here last night. By the way, Uncle Phoenix and Aunt Sam sent their congratulations.”

I breathe deeply, trying to control my sob.

“You should try minimizing your impulsiveness, Trinity. That’s not good, and you’re very judgmental. I know the reason why you ran away. I’ve been in hell searching for you. Thank God someone saw you with Rexwell.”

A loud bang at the door startled me. “I know you two are awake. No makeup sex in my house, Hughes!” Sean yells outside the door.

“Fuck off!” Bash yells back.

“Breakfast is ready!”

“Alright. Just give us a minute!”

“Baby, get up, and I still need my good morning kiss.” He loosens his arms around me, and I feel the bed shift.

“Do you need painkillers?”

“No.” My voice finally cracks.

He mutters shit. “Baby, is it about my ex?” he asks and sounds pissed. “You’re killing me for treating me this way, Trinity. I should’ve been making love with you last night because that’s our first night as an engaged couple. But you judged me instead!”

I sit abruptly, which makes me wince in pain. “Shouldn’t you be with her? With the mother of your child?” I didn’t even know I have a hangover.

He snorts. “Oh, yeah?” He laughs sarcastically. “You still don’t trust me, do you?”

I can’t form a word.

“I see.” He nods slowly before walks away to the door, slams it behind him, leaving me in the room on my own.

I wrap my arms around me and start to cry. Does it have to be me? I shouldn’t have accepted his proposal. Every time I got engaged, my fiancé left me.

I feel the bed shifts, and I don’t have to check who it is. “K,” My head jerks up to that voice, and I thought it’s Sean.

I launch myself to Lizzy, pulling her into a hug. I need someone like her, my best friend. I feel her hands rubbing my back. “Stop crying, you’re wasting your tears, you know.”

I pull myself away from her.

“Bash is right. You should try to control your impulsiveness and your temper. You two are alike, and he’s impulsive too.”

“I know, he’s mad at me.”

“Of course, he is. You left him yesterday because you thought Bash and Dana are having a baby. They broke up five months before Bash came back. I think your math has improved, and I don’t have to calculate it for you.”

My eyes never leave her. I close my gaping mouth.

She arches her brow. “So, did you really trust my brother, K? I love him so much, and I don’t wanna see him getting hurt. I love you too, but please, take care of his heart. He may be Bash, but he has a soft heart, and he may be a man, but he has feelings,” she says, squeezing my hands.

I nod and can’t anymore form a word.

***

I get out of my room after making myself look like a human.

The house is dead silent when I walk down the living room.

“Ms. Mallory?” I turn my head to see Sean’s driver.

“Um, hi, good morning.” I rub my palm on my jeans.

He gives me a polite smile. “Good morning.”

My head snaps to Sean, walking down the stairs. “Where is Bash?”

“They left about twenty minutes ago,” he says casually.

“They left?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah. I’ll send you home after your breakfast.”

“Why did he leave me here?” My eyes fill with tears again.

Sean blows a breath. “He has a business trip, and has to fly to London tonight.”

My eyes widen. “Business trip? To London?” I can’t remember him having a business trip to London. I know he has no business trips this month, and how did I miss it?

He shrugs. “That’s what he said.”

“I don’t want my breakfast anymore. Can you send me to his penthouse?” I walk to the door without waiting for him to reply. The helo is already waiting for us.

***

My stomach lurches. “I should have eaten something,” I complain when I get out of the helo.

“We can stop at the restaurant,” Sean suggests.

I shake my head. “No. I want to see Bash before he leaves.”

“Sure. Whatever you want, Kiara.”

“Thanks, Sean.”

He chuckles. “Anything for the redhead.”

“That’s not nice.” I hit him on his thigh.

He laughs. “Seriously, Kiara. Be nice to Bash. That poor man loves you like you’re his air.”

I look at him intently. “I love him more than he loves me, Sean.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Good to know.”

I get in his penthouse while Sean is following me inside. “Bash!” I call his name when I can’t hear anything.

“Sean, did he mention to you what time his flight is? He should still be here if his flight is tonight.”

“Call him, Kiara.”

I’m such a moron. Why didn’t I think of that before coming over here? Maybe because I was busy sulking. I dial his number, but he doesn’t pick up until it goes to his voicemail. I dial again, and he still not answering. My face falls when I realize he’s ignoring me.

“I guess he doesn’t want to talk to me,” I say in dismay.

“Just relax. He will be back next week.”

“Next week?” My eyes widen.

“I said relax, Kiara.”

“What will I do for a week?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t you have work? Don’t you have friends? I can’t believe that if you’re in love, everything around you doesn’t matter anymore.”

I think I am not just thinking straight. Good thing, Sean is here. “Stop it. I’ll call Lizzy.”

I dial Lizzy, Saph, and Xandry, but no one picks up. “What happened to these people? Nobody wanna talk to me anymore? Are they ignoring me like Bash?”

“Can you drive me to the airport? Oh, don’t bother, I’ll drive myself.” I pick my clutch bag, tossing my phone inside.

“I can drive you, Kiara. But maybe he changes his flight since he left there early.”

“Sean, I wanna talk to Bash, please?”

“Stubborn.”

“Have you been in love?” I ask him.

“Don’t ever ask me about that. Let’s go.”

Sean closes the door behind me after I clutch my seatbelt. He’s not happy with me driving to the airport. We fight for minutes and tries to convince me to better stay at the penthouse.

“Call me, okay?” I wave my hand and drive away from the parking lot.

The traffic is annoying, and I still feel queasy. I check out my phone and nobody calls me back. My service is not disconnected, and how everyone is busy all at a time?

“Hello, this is Kiara Mallory. Can I ask Bash’s schedule for today?”

“Ms. Mallory, Mr. Hughes is on a week’s vacation. Didn’t he mention it to you?” The voice of his assistant faints in the other line. My hand grips my phone tightly out of anger. My nose is flaring.

He lied. He lied to me. How could he lie to me?

“Ms. Mallory, are you still there?”

“Thank you.” I hang up the call as I lean my forehead to the steering wheel. As emotional as I am, I cry again.

I guess I know now the reason why he has to go to London, not for the business trip. My stomach lurches, and I open my driver’s door and empty my stomach, but nothing comes out.

Cars honk at my back. The vehicles move, and I’m already causing traffics.

My life sucks!