Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

TRINITY

I wouldn’t be surprised if Lizzy knows everything. I would be surprised if she doesn’t have any ideas about what happened to us here. My face burns because we have a few days left before everything is over, and that terrifies me.

Be mine. That’s what I don’t understand, or maybe I understand a little bit. Would he be mine too? I overreacted, I know it because I don’t expect him to say that and my stupid mind says no while my heart is beating wildly out of joy. But it’s too late before I even realized what does it mean.

“What did you just say, Bash? Who are you talking to?” I demand an answer.

We agreed not to tell everyone about what happened between us this whole weekend. I just don’t want things to get awkward between us.

He sighs deeply. “Tri, let me explain.”

“Answer the damn question!” I demand it again.

His shoulders droop, ending the call and slipping both hands into his jeans pockets. “I was talking to Lizzy, okay. I—”

I raise my hand for him to stop, and his mouth slacks. I walk away, and I don’t want to hear answers anymore. It’s been clear that I can’t trust him. Whatever his reasons for telling his sister, I don’t want to know, and he just broke our deal. Simple things he can’t keep secrets what more a complicated one.

I was planning on talking to him to accept the offer to be with him or whatever the Be Mine means to him. I love him to death, so much it hurts, but he just broke my trust.

I was going to apologize for yelling at him. I was planning on kissing him under the moonlight, but it’s not going to happen anymore.

I sit on the stool of the modern kitchen of his friend’s house. This is the only part of the house that has been renovated with a modern design. I drink the cold bottled water I took from the fridge. Every time I feel upset, I always drink water instead of getting drunk.

I hear footsteps approaching and I know who’s that without bothering looking. We’re the only two persons left in this hanok.

“Trinity, please give me a chance to explain—”

I hold my hand up to stop him over again. I shift my body to face him. He looks so sad, and it breaks my heart to see him like this.

“C’ mere,” I tell him quietly.

He walks slowly but cautiously.

I raise my hands up to touch his broad chest. I spread my knees for him to get closer to me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I press my chest on his well-defined abs. I plant a kiss on his chest, then I press my ear against his chest, inhaling his scent–it’s a mix of him and his cologne.

His heart is beating fast. I close my eyes to just listen to it. I feel his arms wrapping around me, hugging me tightly. I hear him sigh, placing his chin on top of my head.

“I love you, Trinity.”

I feel lightheaded. My eyes blurry and dump with tears. I don’t even realize that my body is shaking. I burst into a cry. Either Bash means he loves me as a friend, I really don’t care right now. Hearing him says he loves is enough. Bash won’t just say if he doesn’t mean it. I know him well.

He hugs me tighter, even more, shushing me to stop crying. I sob, and I even hiccup. He says some sweet nothings. The last thing I heard was those words when Dad was shot and admitted to the hospital. I’ve cried to sleep at night, and I was thankful Bash was there to make me sleep.

“I love you, Trinity, and I mean it. I love you as my best friend.”

I stiffen, and my heart stops. My breathing holds in my lungs, and my world vanishes.

“I love you more than that too. I love you since I learned how to love other than my family, and I didn’t realize that I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I was broken, too when I pushed you away, but I was so stubborn until it was already too late. I love you so much, Trinity.”

I release my breath slowly and make sure that I heard it right. I pull myself away from him, then I slowly lift my chin to look up at him. I meet the most beautiful gray eyes that sparkle with happiness. He smiles down at me, and a little smile enough for me to know that he means every word he said.

Without a word, I grab his head and kiss his lips with all my heart and soul. I kiss him as I missed years of our lives away from each other. He kisses me back as our lives depend on it. I press myself into him, but it’s not enough.

I moan when he slips his tongue easily into my mouth. I grab his ass to press against me while he makes himself busy touching my back, sliding his hands up until my shirt flies above my head. That’s the only chance I can gasp for air. In an instant, his lips are back on mine.

“Wait.” He pauses, and I slip off his shirt in a second, then we start kissing again. His hands travel down from my bottom up to my waist, then to my exposed skin. He unlatches my bra while I’m busy with my own exploration until I reach the fly of his jeans.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he says between pants, and I do without hesitation. In seconds, I’m sitting on top of the kitchen island.

“Are you sure we’re gonna do it here?” I ask with a doubt.

“This is the best place.” He smirks.

“But—”

“No more but. Now, lie down.”

I stop.

“Tri, lie down,” he commands.

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. In seconds, I’m naked on top of the cold granite kitchen Island.

“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, and it almost hurts. His mouth is on my wet core.

“Oh, God!” I grunt in surprise, gripping both edges of the kitchen island.

“Your saying?”

“Nothing!”

He laughs in amusement as he grips my hips tightly to stop me from squirming. My toe curls and my hips thrust against his mouth and wanting for 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 I am 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 instead of complaining, my lips spread to a smile.

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, and I sit on one of the cushions then 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 of using it. What if I’ll see something that I might not like?

I take a deep breath 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 used this browser to open his email, but what shocked me most is the content of the email. My hands cover my mouth instantly. My tears fall down my face like a stream.

I can’t believe I just believe in him. He fooled me, and worse, I fooled myself to trust 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, grab my suitcases, and zip them open. I pull out all of my clothes and toss them into the suitcases messily.

I’m still crying. I zip them close with blurry eyes then 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 ended too soon.

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 feels something for me.

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. He played me well.

Kudos, Sebastian Hughes IV! Kudos!

I buy a ticket back 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 in 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.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat. My stomach lurches. I remember how Bash said he loves me, in every touch of his lips, of his skin on me, in every thrust he made, in every breath, and in every smile.

I wipe my tears and sniff.

I need to hail a cab at the Logan International Airport when I arrived. My phone is still uncharged. My parents don’t have any idea that I’m coming, and 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.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I’m already pushing a cart when someone calls my name.

Crap! I stop, groan, and curse under my breath.