All Chapters of Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TRINITY   A heat creeps on my cheeks when Bash pulls himself away from me. I’m sure my lipstick smears over my lips. I bite my lower lip to avoid trembling. What was I thinking kissing Bash again? And this time in the office building. It never occurs to me to have a relationship with my boss or worst my best friend. But it has always been a part of my dream to get his attention. Does he even want to start a relationship with me? And is there anything he wants more than just those kisses? God! I’m in so much trouble. I tilt my chin up to see Lizzy’s grinning at me. My brows furrow with confusion. “Well, aren’t you two lovely?” Lizzy chirps. My jaw almost drops. I feel a possessive hand on my waist that makes me stiffen, though I know whose hand belongs to. This is so awkward. His sister just caught us kissing in the hallway. “Do you want something, Lizzy?” Bash asks. I can’t even feel or hear

TRINITY   I open the door wider after checking in the peephole. I think he’s Bash’s Korean friend Alex. A man of twenty-year-old something, around six-footer fair complexion with a black shiny straight hair just above his shoulder. He looks attractive with a dark color set of eyes. He’s also fashionable like he just came from a runway fashion show. He smirks when he notices me checking him out. I clear my throat. “Can I help you?” The smirk was still on his face. “You must be the redhead Trinity?” He asks with a slight British accent, but his Asian root is still there. My eyes widen. “How did you know my name?” I ask inquisitively while we are still in the door. “So, it’s you then. I’m Alexander Shin. A friend of Bash,” he says, holding out his hand. I shake it immediately. “Oh, please, come inside. Bash is still in his room.” I step back. “Is he still giving you a hard time?” I narrow my eyes at hi

BASH     Dad played me well. Who would have thought that my old man has a roguish side? What is he trying to imply? He closed the deal last month before I even came back from the U.K, and nobody mentioned this to me. I flew over here for nothing. We just tossed over a fucking Champagne. I look like a fool in front of the Korean team. It’s all my fault. I agreed with Dad about the documents. I should’ve checked it before the flight. I just trusted that old man, and I thought he wouldn’t play with me like this. Lesson learned. I stomp my feet to the car waiting for us. Trinity doesn’t say anything when she notices me scowling. I feel her hand on my thigh, gripping it. My idiot of a cock stirs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I release a deep breath to calm my nerves. Edmund remains silent at the passenger seat while the Korean driver pulls the car out of the parking lot. He’s instructed where to take us after the meetin

BASH   Damn if it doesn’t hurt being rejected. Being rejected by someone you love and you thought she has feelings for you. I feel so embarrassed, and I need to run away from her. I can’t even face her. I sit on a stone plate in front of a small pond. The wind is chilly, but I don’t want to get inside the house, yet. I’m still upset. I frown and look down the water, and I see my reflection--a very sad Bash. I also see the crescent silver moon. I place my hand on my chin, leaning my elbows on my knees. I lift my chin up and am just amazed at the night sky with uncountable twinkling stars above me. I always think about her whenever I saw the sky full of stars. That’s how fascinated I am with Trinity. Those freckles on her face are like stars twinkling on her face. She’s also like the sky--she seems near, yet she’s so far. But even the sky is still reachable, right? I’m not losing hope, especially now that we shared precious moments.

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