BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 24

BASH

It's been days since dad tightens the security. No report from those guys dad hired to watch out Tennings' whereabouts.

With all the tensions about our safety, there is still something great happening, and that is my relationship with Trinity. She's the best woman I can ever ask for, and I can say that she's a keeper—she's a God gift and always 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 convincing 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 shoots me a disapproving glare.

"Tri, this is your chance, and it's just an eight-days seminar for French Art," I'm trying very hard to convince her, she doesn't seem to budge.

"I told you, Bash. 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 on the headboard, running my fingers over her hair. I feel guilty, and I somehow one of the reasons why she stopped her enthusiasm for art.

"Baby, that's why I'm trying to convince you. I know how you love it. I feel guilty that you stopped doing what you love, Tri." 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. 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, and you know me too well. If I did wait for you over these years, I will do it again.

My office door swings open. An annoying smile of Ranjiv comes to view.

"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 on my desk. "I will just spank your ass till red and raw." I laugh. "You sucks at imitating her."

"Why am I here? You sound so serious over the phone," he asks.

I fish out Trinity's phone. I bought a new phone for her, and that's the only thing she's happy about it.

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 ask back.

"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."

I clear my throat. "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."

He looks confused as he stares at me. "Something like what? Illegal?"

"Rexwell had that. He might steal it from her." I pause. "On purpose."

"And?"

"He might put something, bug it. I don't know. You're the expert on that thing. Figure it out." I scowl, scratching my head.

"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 say, waving my hand to kick him out. "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 on my hand to shoo him away.

"Whoa!"