All Chapters of Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BASH     My rage is still over the edge. I can’t even think straight. No one else came and out of my penthouse, only Trinity. So, this is all the silence and odd behavior are all about? How did she even know? I never tell anyone about that journal. I have never gone through the pages of it, and worse, I don’t have any copy of it. What gives her interest in that? I hear Edmund’s voice from the doorway since I keep my office door open. “I’m in here!” I yell from my desk where I use to lean on. I feel like I lost all my strength. Edmund and Derek are almost in the same sizes, but Derek is a lot younger than him, and he’s in his mid-thirties. “What’s wrong, Bash?” Derek speaks. “Have you seen the feeds?” I am referring to the video footage. Edmund raises his brow. “Video feeds? Yes. Nothing’s off in your parking area, elevator, and outside your penthouse. Why did you ask?” I clench

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

TRINITY   Last night, Sean told me about our high school days before I went to my room, and I’m not that drunk to forget what happened last night. I know this isn’t Sean beside me because I know how it feels when Bash is around. He has my heart, but how about that pregnant woman? What is he doing here with me? I can also feel the ring on my finger, which I can’t remember I put it back on. He must have seen it on top of the dresser where I left. Bash stirs, pulling me closer to him. I can even feel his morning wood pressed against my butt. His arm tightens around my waist because he knows that I’m already awake. “Morning, drunkass.” His voice makes me shiver. Something down there awakens at his presence, and he kisses my shoulder. “No good morning back for your fiancé, Trinity?” he asks when I haven’t said anything. I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “What are you doing here, Bash?” I know he wants to talk to me, but

BASH   It’s been three days since the last time I saw Trinity. I made a decision that I hope was for our own good. I want her to realize that I love her, and I never lied to her. It was torture not to hear anything from her. I even cancel my business trip to the U.K. After sending Dana and her husband to the airport, I came here to my family’s beach house where I was supposed to surprise Trinity after our engagement party. That was my plan, but she ruined it. I already planned a week’s vacation. I was planning to spend it with her, but damn it! Everything went wrong. She doesn’t trust me even a bit. I missed her so much, though. Not a single day I didn’t think about her. More guilt flashes through me, and I should’ve talked to her, but I was taken over by my anger, pain, and disappointment. Teaching her lessons maybe will make her think before judging. Maybe we only lack communication? We’ve been apart for four years, we c

BASH   I catch my wife’s unconscious body before she falls straight to the floor. She just turns pale then her eyes flutter close. Everyone gasps and starts to panic. I hold her in my arms when everyone comes surrounding us. “Move away. Give her some air!” I yell while my wife is still in my arms. “Do we have a doctor or a medical expert around?” Mom’s voice fills in the air. “She will be okay, Mom. Just calm down. You will be the next to collapse if you won’t calm down.” Trinity’s parents come closer. “She’ll be alright. I need to bring her to the suite,” I tell them while they’re clutching each other’s arms. I’m not worried. Trinity doesn’t complain about anything weird. She’s maybe a little bit overwhelmed, and I know she has a steady heartbeat because I can feel her warm breath on my neck. When I walk out of the reception area, I hear their footsteps get close. I can’t blame them, though, and they’re just worri