BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 19

TRINITY

I turn my head to a man around my age in a charcoal grey suit. I know exactly who he is, but the question is, what he wants from me? This man has the face of a magazine cover model with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, chiseled jaw with a five o'clock shadow.

He smiles as he saunters towards me with his hands in his pants pockets.

"I thought it was you," he says like we've known each other.

My brows creased. "Excuse me?" I ask seemingly surprised with my own question.

"Kiara Mallory, right? I'm Sean." His confident smile widens, and he looks good closer.

Screw that looks!

"Yeah, and what can I do for you, Mr. Rexwell?" I know him, his company, and he's just like Bash, the future CEO of Rexwell; the biggest and number one rival of Hughes Industries.

"Do you always speak like that to the people who want nothing but being nice to you?" He seems amused by my talk.

I release an exasperating breath. "Look, Sean. I'm kinda in a hurry right now, and I'm sorry for being rude to you, but I really have to go." I offer him a timid smile and start pushing my cart out of the sliding door of the airport.

"Wait, Kiara!"

I groan louder and stop to face him again, raising my brows without a word.

"Do you have someone waiting for you here?"

I'm almost taken aback by his question.

My heart is still crashing in my chest. I remember why I'm here in Boston. I shake my head and push my cart again.

"Good. My car is already in the parking area," he says like we're close friends.

I stop when he helps me pushing my cart. "What are you doing?" I ask harshly, glaring at him.

His mouth gapes and looks embarrassed. He clears his throat. "Let me send you since no one is waiting to fetch you. That's all."

"No, thank you, Sean. I can manage from here," I grab his arm to release from the cart handle.

"I don't bite, Kiara. I know how you're close to the Hughes and King, but I'm not talking about business here with you. and I have no other intentions than just be friends with you."

I snort. "Why now, Sean? And why do I have to believe you? And how did you know me?"

"Let me prove then."

I bark out laughing that makes some people around stop and look at our direction. "We can't be friends, and I don't know if I can even believe what you've just said."

"Try me for you to find out."

I take a breath. "Look, Sean. Whatever you have in your mind right now, it's not happening. I know you have this ulterior motive in you. You won't just come to me without something behind all these." I walk away from him, pushing my cart faster as I can.

"Is it because of Bash?" I hear him ask, making me stop to halt. I purse my lips harder to avoid crying in front of this man.

I shake my head.

"Then just let me send you home, Kiara."

I blow my breath out of annoyance. "Fine, but because I don't have a cab, and I can't call my parents. My phone is dead."

His smile looks genuine, but it can be deceiving.

We sit in the backseat of his white Rolls Royce sedan after his driver places my two suitcases at the compartment.

I shouldn't be here in Boston., and I should be with Bash right now if he didn't fool me. How can I go back to New York when I don't have anything left in there? I don't think I can ever face my friends again.

"So, where did you travel?" Sean asks. His deep baritone voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

I shift my gaze from the window to Sean. I breathe deeply, and his scents assault my nostril. He smells of musk and mint.

"I just came from Seoul," I say casually and hope he won't pry.

"Hmm, South Korea. What were you doing there all by yourself?"

Damn it if he isn't nosy.

"I went for a business trip," I answer shortly.

He nods. His lips curve into a smile.

"I'm not going there if that's what you're thinking. I know how to keep my words with no business talks."

I roll my eyes. "Good. Because you're not gonna get another answer after that."

He laughs out loud. I forget the thought of Bash for a while, but my stomach twists sickly when we're near my parents' house. They don't have any idea why I am here.

"I'm serious, Kiara."

My head snaps to his direction. He's looking at the window and watching the familiar surrounding of parents' neighborhoods.

My dad is from Boston but my mom is from New York. After they got married, Dad had moved to New York for good. When the Hughes Industries planned to open an office branch in Boston, Mom suggested to Dad to move in here, then Dad got his job at White Security Agency.

"Serious about what, Sean?"

"I wanna be your friend." He scans my face.

I chuckle. "Since when the notorious Sean Rexwell is running out of friends?" I ask him sarcastically.

"I still have friends, but I want to count you in."

I roll my eyes and wince internally at the thought of being his friend. I guess my loyalty still lies with Hughes. "You know I'm not from here, right? I'm only here to visit my parents."

"I visit New York on a regular basis, Kiara. Why do your parents don't fetch you if they know you're visiting?"