Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

TRINITY

I enter the Night Stalker with Bash gripping my hand. I had to bribe him to come with me. As always, this club is jam-packed.

This club has been closed for weeks due to the incident that happened with Mr. Tennings.

“Over here!” My eyes fix to where the voice comes from. Our friends occupy the two L-shape black leather couches, facing each other at the left corner of the Bar.

“Thank God! I thought the two of you are going to bail us,” Lizzy says, rises from her seat, and gives us both a hug.

“I was planning to, but Trinity bribed me that I couldn’t say no.”

His sister waves her hand to dismiss him. “I don’t wanna know.”

Everyone chuckles. Bash takes a seat at the end corner of the couch, pulling me to sit on his lap.

Sean walks in, scanning the place.

“Sean!” I yell at the top of my lungs. He grins when he sees me as he comes towards us.

Everyone curses, certainly not impressed with Sean’s presence.

I face them before Sean gets closer. “Be nice to him,” I warn them. “I’ll explain later.”

“You look gorgeous tonight, Kiara,” he says with a smile.

He sounds sincere, though, and not the cocky Sean I met before. He seems friendly without a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Thanks! At least you complimented me, unlike the other over there.” I point my thumb to Bash.

“Who’s the other over there?” Bash’s voice almost startles me, and he asks when he’s already beside me. I purse my lips to hide my smile.

“Good to see you again, I guess?” He offers his hand to Sean. I elbow him. “Be nice. Let me remind you about our deal, Sebastian.”

Sean laughs. “You made a deal with the devil?” He must have heard what I’ve said.

They shake hands. “Everyone, you know already Sean, and I guess no need an introduction. Rexwell, my friends, and they’re my family too.” Bash gestures to the couple of eyes pinned at him as they scrutinize the sincerity if his friendship.

Everyone remains silent, though, and nobody moved.

I notice Sean nods slowly. His lips curve into a sad smile. He may be intimidating in business, but tonight. He seems out of place.

“Hi, Rexwell.” Saph stands up, extending her hand. Sean grips her hands immediately and smiles at her.

“Hi.” Then I notice something–they just stare at each of her as if they are just love-struck. Their hands are still gripped for too long.

I hear someone clears a throat, and I know who exactly he is– it’s Xandry, and that’s when they break each other’s eye contact.

Everyone greets Sean, behaving well even just to be civil with him. I can’t help but notice the exchange glances between Sean and Saph. Saph and Xandry didn’t go to the same school as I, Bash, and Sean together. Sean studies college abroad too. They don’t have chances to meet, especially since Rexwell is a business rival.

Sean becomes comfortable around us, and he joins their conversation, and they seem to enjoy his company.

“We will win, man!” Pyke yells from the end corner.

“I bet one-hundred dollars. My team wins!” Kyland joins us since his shift is over.

“One-hundred for me. I bet for Pyke.” Sean places Benjamin on the table. Everyone roars, and I look at Bash who’s smiling in amusement.

“How about you?” I ask him.

“I used to watch soccer, Baby.”

I roll my eyes. “Just choose your bet,” I bump him on his shoulder.

“Fifty on Kyland!” Saph waves her fifty-dollar bills after she gives a quick look at Sean then she throws the bills on the table.

“Okay, fifty for Pyke.” I toss my fifty down the table.

“Thanks, Trinity!” Pyke yells.

I giggle with Lizzy while Bash groans.

“Me and Dean for Kyland.” Lizzy places her bet.

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“Last year, your team lost,” Dean tells Pyke.

“Yeah, but we will win this time,” Pyke retorts.

“Good luck with that, Pyke!” Dean barks.

“Free tattoos, man! One hundred dollars for me,” Kyland tells Bash, waggling his brows.

“But I have to bet my one hundred dollars?” Bash asks, laughing.

“C’mon, Bash,” Sean encourages him to throw his money.

“Tattoos.” Kyland sings.

“I’m not getting another tattoo,” Bash says.

“You’ve got a tattoo?” Sean asks him, seemingly surprised.

“Yep.” He smirks.

“I did that,” Kyland says proudly, raising his hand.

“I’d love to get one,” Sean says sounds excited.

“Sure. I’m at the shop every day in the afternoon,” Kyland says.

“I’d love to.” I raise my hand.

“Trinity,” Bash groans, pinching my exposed thigh.

“Let her do, Bash,” Lizzy speaks to her brother.

He shrugs in defeat. “Where do you want, baby?”

I grin. “It’s a surprise.”

“Not close to here and here.” Bash points to my cleavage and in between my thighs.

My friends bark out laughing, and I  never notice they’re actually watching us talk.

***

The whole two months were perfect.

I had FaceTime with my parents yesterday morning, had girls bonding in the afternoon, and a dinner date with Bash. We went home then made love over and over again.

Now, it’s Monday morning, and we are both back to work. If he didn’t wake me up earlier, I may be still be snoring in our bed. Our bed as he called it.

“Trinity, meet me in the lobby for lunch, okay?” Bash kisses my lips then licks his lips with my smeared lip-gloss.

“Oh, don’t pout, and just reapply them. I told you to use a kiss-proofed lipstick.” He smirks and moves his head closer.

“You had enough last night and this morning, and not in here in the public elevator of the office building.” I place my thumb on his lips, wiping the stain of my lip-gloss. He slips his tongue that grazes against my thumb.

It was erotically sweet, and I have to press my thighs together because I know he’s teasing me. I don’t notice I’m biting my lower lip until his eyes are fixed on my lips.

“No banging in the office building,” Uncle Seb says quietly which makes us pull apart.

“Dad!” Bash almost yelps in surprise.

My face burns, but Bash doesn’t seem to care even his dad just caught us.

“Good morning, Son, Kiara.”

“Good morning, Uncle.”

“I’m going up. Go with your dad, Bash,” I suggest.

“No, I’m coming with you,” he replies, waving at his dad. “See you later, Dad!”

When the door closes in front of us, he grabs my face and kisses me, roughly at first, then teases me and caressing my bottom lip with his tongue when I’m still shocked to respond.

He bites my lower lip, growls in my mouth, and deepens the kiss while his hands are fisting my hair. He presses his body against mine, and I finally kiss him back just the way he likes. My tongue caresses his as wrapping my arms around his neck.

I moan when I feel his bulge pressed against my lower abdomen.

We pull away together, panting. “I love you, Trinity.” His breathing warms my face. The way he says those, they struck me like a bolt of lightning, awakening every sense in my body, and my heart hammers wildly in my chest.

“I love you too, Bash,” I say slowly as our foreheads press together.

“Marry me,” he says in almost a whisper while looking directly into my eyes.

His gaze meets mine.

My jaw drops, but before I can answer, the elevator doors open.

Pairs of eyes are pin on us, one pops the confetti into us that causes me to yelp. I see balloons in red and white colors. Everyone claps their hands and some yelling congratulations.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, still in shock. I look at Bash who’s grinning at them, wiping off the confetti on his suit.

“I was a little bit carried away from the kiss,” he tells them.

“Oh l, my God! Thank you, guys.” That’s all I can say. Bash faces me, squeezing my hands.

“In this very same elevator where I made you cry many times when we’re just kids. In this very elevator where I wanted to kiss you pretty bad just months ago, and in this very same elevator, I wanted to let these people know how much I love you, how much I wanted our relationship to step to the next level.” He pauses, and Ranjiv offers him, and I know what it is.

I am still speechless, and my eyes start to blur with unshed tears.

Bash kneels in front of me without breaking eye contact, and my tears finally fall. “To the redhead that I used to bully and to the freckliest face that I’m madly in love with, Kiara Trinity, will you marry me?”

All I can do is a nod.

Hughes gives us a break for a few hours to celebrate. I never thought that Bash planned all these since after that talked with his family in his office, he said he wanted to take it slow.

I feel like he was forced to do it, but deep inside me, I’m more than happy.

“I’m happy for you, Kiara.” Sean is here too, and he gets along with Bash pretty well. They have met every weekend since then.

The Hughes family likes him already. He met Aunt Abby and apologized on behalf of his biological dad.

“Thank you, Sean. I see it now. Bash told you all about these, and you didn’t even mention to me.” I pull from a hug.

“He wanted to surprise you. I’m happy for you, but if you two break up, I’m here.”

“What did you just say?” Bash asks from my back.

Sean laughs out loud. “Just messing with you, man.”

“Like I am threatened.” He kisses the side of my head.

“Confident much, huh?” he scoffs.

“Pretty much. If you won’t shut up, I might throw you to that building.” Bash points at the Rexwell Tower with a letter R that’s very visible from the Hughes Building. “See that?”

Sean laughs again. “Maybe we should build extensions from here to there,” he suggests.

“Or maybe I will just bring a cannonball to the rooftop and throw you to your building,” Bash retorts.

“Oh, man, that’s a good idea if Kiara will be the last to be thrown. I will catch her with open arms.”

I hit Sean’s arm. “I’m here, you know.”

“Ouch.” He fakes a wince.

“I think you should go before, I will hit you with my heels.”

He looks down at my new red high heels. “Hmm. They’re effingly hot.”

“Effingly?” I glare.

He shrugs. Bash smiles at Sean instead of going possessive on me.

Then it hit me. “Oh, my God! I thought he bought this with Lizzy,” I look at Sean.

He shakes his head.

“Since when did you two enjoy shopping for women’s clothing?” I ask, and now my hands are on my hips.

“I can’t say no, you know. I made a deal with your devil of a boyfriend,” he answers.

“Fiancée,” Bash corrects.

“Whatever.”

“What deal?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Nah. I don’t share.” Sean shrugs.

“Tell me that, later,” I say to Bash, but I notice his eyes transfixed to somewhere, and his face turns pale.

My brows furrow as I follow where his eyes are fixed, and that’s when I notice a beautiful platinum blonde woman marching towards us, and my gaze lands on her abdomen.

“Hello, love. Fancy meeting you again.”