Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

BASH

I can still remember the hissing sound of the bullet passed through the air, and that terrifying sound pierces my ears, then there’s that moment of silence that is more horrifying.

I despise silence these days. It’s deafening, and now all I can hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Ranjiv left my place about half an hour ago. Trinity hasn’t said a word until now. I know she heard everything that I was talking about with Ranjiv. She’s just looking at the copper-colored wall in my kitchen, and she’s so drowned in her own thoughts.

“Tri, please say something. I know you heard everything we talked about earlier.” I lean my elbows on the countertop, and she reaches out for my hands, squeezes them, then lifts her chin to give me a tight smile. I bring her hands to my lips, kissing them.

“I was worried hell about you, Trinity.”

She shakes her head. “I was worried hell about you, Bash. Your life has been in danger twice in a row now. Why didn’t you tell me that he threatened you like that?”

“There is nothing to worry about it, Tri,” I reassure her as I caress each knuckle of her hands. “That was only an empty threat.”

“Don’t you think you should tell your parents about it?”

I shake my head as I round to her side. “Nothing to worry about it, Tri. It’s not a big deal, and they already have a lot to worry about.”

“But Bash,” she presses.

“Tri, please?” I cup her face, kissing her on her lips. “I was jealous, too,” I admit, making her smile.

“I can’t see you, a hot piece of Bash is getting jealous. Do you feel threatened?” she teases.

I kiss her lips instead, yanking her shirt off over her head. She wraps her arms around my neck instantly. I skillfully undo the clasp of her bra with my hand while the other is freely exploring her exposed skin.

She shivers with my touch. I feel her nipples pucker under the cold air-conditioning. Finally, a moan slips from her lips when I have her nipple in my mouth.

“Take me to your room, Bash. Now!”

I pause, looking up at her, amused. “Our room.”

“Take me to our room, Bash. Now!”

I grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

I place her slowly on the bed as I rake my eyes on her half-naked body. I unbutton her jeans, then pull them off her legs. It annoys me that her jeans are so tight like her second skin.

“Don’t wear this thing again, Tri,” I order.

“Says who’s still fully dressed,” she chuckles.

“Shut up, Tri. That, s not funny while I’m struggling here to take this off of you. I want your voice only for your moans and screams my name while I pound on you so deep and hard.” I quickly shrug my clothes off and drop them on the floor. I crawl to the bed on top of her.

“Confident as always,” she says.

“You know me too well, baby. Now, are you ready to scream?” I ask, smirking.

“Let’s then find out.”

***

My lips spread to a smile when I slip off my arms under her head. Trinity is sleeping soundly. When I say soundly, it’s because she’s slightly snoring after our intense orgasms.

I head down to my office. My mind flies back to Tennings’ journal. I sit down after taking the journal where I placed it in my safe.

I am curious to know what’s so important, and why he had it with him. I’m dying to know, but I feel nervous at the same time.

I blow a breath after a moment of hesitation. I flip it open. There is a date written on the top left of the first page. It’s written in bold letters. He had good penmanship for a psychopath.

I start reading the first line until I’m so lost about what’s written in there. It feels like I’ve been brought into his life. Like I am him while reading it. I can feel his suffering and pain through his words.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

If what was written here is true, then he suffered a lot more than just a prisoner throughout his sentence. He was tortured many times, raped, and drugged. When he couldn’t it take any more, he pretended to be mentally ill, and that’s when they transferred him to the mental facility, and he was still violated.

No wonder he came to my mom for help. If I remember correctly, he did mention that he had no choice. If he was forced to do such horrible things, since when? And the question is, who forced him?

Is this the same person who ordered to torture, rape, and drug him? That person must be powerful to manipulate the act.

I feel terribly bad for him. After what he did to Mom, I still pity him, maybe because he was a victim too.

My phone vibrates on top of the desk.

“Mom, is everything alright?”

“Baby Bash, your dad found out what you did.” Mom sighs.

“What I did?” I ask, confused. My mind is still in the journal. I’m sure mom doesn’t know about what happened to Tennings while he was locked up.

“Your dad found out that you sent your jacket for a test, Bash. You know whatever the result is, dad still loves you, right?”

Shit!

I breathe through my nose and answer truthfully, “I’m so sorry, Mom, but I just want to know the truth.”

“I know, baby. How are you holding up?”

I look down, playing with the journal in my hand. “I’m good, and if you think of convincing me to see a shrink, please, don’t waste your time. I’m good as new. I’m not suffering from any flashback, and I’m stronger as a horse.”

She laughs out loud, making me chuckle. “I know, and I can see that. How’s K?”

I roll my eyes. “Stop playing matchmaker, Mom. I should give you credit, though, for a job well done.”

She laughs again. “I know, right?”

“I think it runs in the blood,” I remember Mom told us that my grandma wanted to set up Mom and Dad for a date, but unfortunately, she died with cancer but she was able to write down on her will to let dad marry mom.

“Lizzy is worried about you, baby. I think you should call your sister.”

“Hmm. She worried too—” My eyes fix to the page that I unknowingly flip.

Beware of FOX.

My brow furrows.

Beware of the fox?

“Bash, are you still there?”

I feel hands wrap around my waist. “Yup, I’m with you.”

The naughty Trinity slips her hand inside the waistband of my sweatpants. She grips my cock and strokes it teasingly. I’m hard in an instant. I have to bite my lip to hold the moan that’s about to slip from my lips.

Shit!

This woman is the death of me. I can feel her grinning at my back and telling me that she just does a great job of teasing me.

“Am I disturbing you, Bash?” Mom’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

“M-mom, I um,” I stutter, and Mom laughs. I know she gets the reason why I’m currently preoccupied.

Shit!

“You could’ve said so, baby,” she says, laughing.

I groan internally. My face heats with embarrassment, and I know Mom is not born yesterday.

“M-mom.” Shit.

“Have fun, son.” Great! Mom just found out that I’m about to have sex.

Before I can answer, I hear the line cuts off. I groan louder, making Trinity’s hand out of my sweatpants, and turn around to face her.

Without a warning, I yank her from the floor and place her instantly on top of my desk and grip her hands on both sides.

“You wanna play a game?” I position my hard cock between her thighs, and I can feel her warm core, and I can see it in her eyes that she’s damn turn on as mine.

“Yes, Mr. Hughes.”

I nod slowly and smirk. “Wanna play a boss-assistant game?”

She shakes her head. “I want a master-slave instead.”

I grin, releasing her hands. I stand up in front of her. Pushing down my sweatpants to my feet, she sits straight and eyes my hard cock. Her pupils dilate, and she darts her tongue to wet her lips in anticipation.

“Suck me, slave. Hard, and take me all in.”

She swallows hard, eyes fill with excitement.

“Suck or I will punish you!” I command, and she startles.

Shit! Did I scare her?

“I’m sorry, Tri,” I mutter.

She barks out laughing, slapping my chest playfully. She drags herself down and kneels in front of me, causing my breath to hold in anticipation.

“You suck at roleplaying, master,” she says seductively. “A slave is supposed to be terrified.”

Before I can reply, her mouth is already wrapped around my cock.

I jerk out of control and hiss as she clamps my cock with her mouth. “Fuck!”

My head jerks back. My jaw drops as she takes me all in, teasing the head with her tongue.

This woman is definitely the death of me.

” God, Trinity. It feels so fucking good!”

And fuck, if she’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen as she blows my mind with her mouth.

***

I received the DNA result about an hour ago and called my parents, Lizzy, and Trinity into my office.

I look at the white envelop on top of the desk once again.

The door swings open. My family marches inside with my girlfriend. I stand up to welcome them with a warm smile. I want them to know that whatever in that result l, I’m still the same Bash they know.

“Bash, whatever is on that report, I just want you to know that I’m still your big sister, and you will always be my baby Bash.” Lizzy kisses my cheek.

“Son, you know I’m against what you did, but since you wanna find out the truth, then it’s your right. But whatever in that result, you are still my son by flesh and by blood, get that?” Dad squeezes me into a hug.

“Thanks, Dad.” I look at mom.

She manages to give me a sweet smile like she always does. Trinity smiles at me before she mouths I love you.

I grab the envelop and start to open it. I blow a breath and take the paper with my trembling hands.

I flip the result open. The laboratory logo printed in red color appears on top. The anticipation is killing me, and I can even hear my own heartbeat.

I unfold and open it wider. My eyes widen when I read the result. I make sure I read it correctly, and I run my gaze on that line one more time.

While my family is waiting for me, I’m still frozen into ice.