BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 22

BASH

I walk out of her bedroom, taking the business card with me. I know Trinity is still in the shower, but I can’t wait for her to be done.

Anger rises through my head. Why does she have a business card of that motherfucker? Sean Rexwell is not only my number one enemy but our business rival too.

Blowing a shaky breath, I stomp down the stairs after changing into a white button-down shirt and pants. I notice Edmund is already waiting for me in the living room. The card is crumpled in my fist.

“I thought you need a rest, Bash.” He catches my arm before I can walk out the door.

“I don’t need a rest,” I say dismissively.

“Well, I need a rest.”

I narrow my eyes at him. "You don’t need any. We won’t stay out long. I just need to meet someone.”

He shakes his head, giving me disapproval looked. “I don’t think I like your plan, boy.”

“Don’t dare to disagree with me, Edmund, and don’t call me a boy, or I will let you know who the boy really is!” I raise my voice at him even he doesn't have to do anything with my anger.

He doesn’t look affected in any way. “Where are you going?”

My hand hangs in the air when I hear Trinity’s voice. I groan internally.

I turn around to face her. “ I thought you’re getting rest, Tri.” I smile and walk to meet her halfway.

She wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head on my chest. I plant my chin on top of her head. She smells good—a hint of mint and fruity.

“You can join with us. If you want to.”

She lifts her chin to look at me. “I thought you two have an important person to meet,” she says with a little pout, and I think she looks cute.

“Nothing’s more important than to be with you. I was just thinking of going out for a while.” I’m not good at lying, and it makes me feel guilty doing it to her.

“You still have strength left? I guess I need a little rest. I’ll stay, but be here before dinner, okay?”

I nod, looking down at her lips. I lower my head closer to her, capturing her lips that taste minty. She kisses me back instantly, and I can kiss her for hours, but I must keep my word to her dad, and I can’t just disrespect him in his own house.

I pull my lips a little just to reply here. “I’ll be here before dinner. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, go. Edmund is already waiting. He might think we have a quickie at the back of this door.”

I grin. “That’s an interesting suggestion.”

She lightly slaps my arm. “I’m not suggesting.”

“Okay, but I might take a suite so that we can stay there.”

“No way. I miss my parents.” She shoots me a glare.

I chuckle. “But you’re not gonna stay here 24/7, right? I need you too, Tri.”

She grabs the doorknob, opening the door wider. “Take care, Baby Bash.”

I can’t help but shake my head. “You’re kicking me out.”

She pushes me back out of the door. “I want you to come back early, silly,” she replies, laughing.

“Tri, you’ll be here alone. Don’t go anywhere until I come back.”

“Just go, Bash, and I need to get some sleep.” She starts yawning.

“Bye, Tri,”

***

“Sir, I told you we have regulations to follow, and we can’t just let you get in there without an appointment.”

I stride my way to the elevator of Rexwell Building, ignoring the petite receptionist.

She told me minutes ago that I don’t have an appointment, but I don’t care, and I need to talk to that arse. Whatever his grudge against me, he shouldn't have included Trinity to whatever he is planning.

His secretary approaches as soon as I enter the 19th floor where he used this whole floor as his office.

“What can I do for you, Mr.?” She uses her seductive voice that does not affect me. I’ve met people like her, and I’m used to women that batted their lashes and show off their cleavage on me.

“It's Hughes. Where is Rexwell?” I answer with a deep and intimating tone. She looks she can pee in her very tight mini skirt now that I'm a Hughes in Rexwell building.

“Um, Mr. Hughes?”

I can see that she doesn’t expect me to be here. “Any problem with me being here? I don’t think they made a regulation banning Hughes to visit their properties, or did I miss that memo?” I ask sarcastically, slipping my hands into my pockets.

“Um, no sir, but Mr. Rexwell is not around at this moment. He didn’t mention where he went, but I guess he's on his way to return a friend’s belonging that is left in his car.”