BASH
It's been days since Dad tightened the security. No report from those guys he hired to watch out for Tennings' whereabouts.
With all the tensions about our safety, something extraordinary is happening-my relationship with Trinity. She's the best woman I could ever ask for, and I can say that she's a keeper-she's God's gift, 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 glares at me.
"Tri, this is your chance, and it's just an eight-day seminar for French Art." I'm trying very hard to convince her, but she doesn't seem to budge. If she makes a decision, nothing can change her mind.
"I told you 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 against the headboard, running my fingers over her hair. I feel guilty, and I am somehow one of the reasons she stopped her enthusiasm for art.
"Baby, that's why I'm trying to convince you. I know how you love it. It's your passion. And I feel guilty that you stopped doing what you love, Tri. Because of me." I look down at her.
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. It's just like riding a bike. 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. You know me too well. If I did wait for you over these years, I would do it again.
***
My office door swings open. With an annoying smile, Ranjiv appears.
"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 at 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."
I fish out Trinity's phone. I bought a new phone for her, and that's the only thing she's happy about.
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 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."
"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." I clear my throat.
He looks confused and stares at me as if I am starting to magically transform into a fucking unicorn. "Something like what? Illegal?"
"Rexwell had that. He might steal it from her." I pause. "On purpose."
"And?"
"He might put something, a bug. I don't know. You're the expert on that thing. Figure it out." I scowl. Why do I have to explain everything?
"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 shoo him away. "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 gaze lifts, and it's not Ranjiv anymore.
"Oh, hey, Trinity." My face lights up. I close our gap after I place the paper on 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 and kiss her desperately till I feel relieved.
She licks her lips 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 my bed.
She asked if she could stay a night at her apartment to fix her things. After sending her, I returned to my penthouse, 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. Color blossoms on her face, and my cock comes to life, jerking in my pants.
Shit.
"Laters, baby." Then she's gone in a second.
Fuck.