Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

TRINITY

Experts said when someone is depressed, he should involve himself with aspiring things and makes time for the things that makes him feels better.

I spent every day in this street market since I arrived here in Paris. The entire city has a lot to offer, but art makes me feel better—it gives me a little happiness and diverts me from my sorrows.

I found time to visit some historic places; museums, restaurants, and of course, art galleries.

I remember Bash told me that once you’re an artist, you will always be an artist. When I grab the paintbrush, start mixing colors on my palette, and brush my canvass, it feels like I did this for years and have never stopped.

When Bash gave me a set of art supplies on my sixteenth birthday, I started to paint since then. I still love to sketch, though, when I didn’t want to get messy with paints.

It feels natural for me. This is what I love doing after all. Either sketching or painting with watercolor, oil but mostly with acrylics because it dries quickly.

I just did a painting for the lovely couple. I can see how happy they were while I painted them. It shows in their eyes, and I feel a pang in my chest when Bash visits my thoughts. I wish he’s here with me in this beautiful city.

They offer me money as their payment, but I can’t take it. Seeing them happy and contented with what I did is enough payment for me.

I place another empty canvass on my easel. I want to start painting before the sunset when I hear a familiar voice behind me. My heart leaps, and I freeze in my place.

What is he doing here? Is this a coincidence? Isn’t he supposed to be in London?

I swallow before I face him. “I do it for free,” I answer though it comes out a whisper but enough for him to hear.

His red lips spread to a smile—a smile that I’ve seen a thousand times, a smile that swells my heart.

“Good, then. Let’s start. Where should I sit or stand?” he asks with enthusiasm.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Why is it so easy for him to act as if nothing happened between us? Does this mean he doesn’t care about me anymore? Or his way of torturing me?

“U-um, j-just sit on that stool,” I stutter, pointing my trembling finger to the empty stool where the couple used before him.

He carries the stool closer to where I set the easel. His smile never left his face, and his eyes twinkle. Even I don’t have to look at him, I know and I can feel that his gaze never leaves me.

My heartbeat never calms down. I blow a breath before I squeeze paint tubes on the pallette and ignore his scrutinizing gaze, watching every move I make.

“Um, how do you like? A whole body, a half-length portrait?” I don’t know why I even ask.

“Up to you,” he replies and smiles, showing me his dimples.

“Um, could you fix your coat? Let your scarf in a little bit, and collar out.” I gesture to his neck.

“I need a little help in here, please?” he asks, raising his brow.

What’s with him, his smile, and all these?

I rise from my seat, place my things on the stool, and move closer to him. Before my hands reach his collar, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

A squeal slips from my lips. “Bash!”

He releases his hands around me and grabs my head. “Enough of this painter-model play role.” He crushes his lips against mine, kisses me hungrily, punishes me in every move of his lips, and slips his tongue into my mouth—a French kiss in France. My fingers grip his hair for support.

A moan slips from my throat, and I hear an applaud around us. I pull myself away when I realize we are in a public place. I bite my lip as heat creeps on my cheeks.

“Thanks, everyone!” Bash waves his hands as if he enjoys the attention he gets. Then he looks at me. “Will you marry me tonight?”

My lips parted. Is he freaking kidding me? I swallow hard. “W-why tonight? W-why s-such in a rush?” I’m overwhelmed, and I can’t even process. Is this some kind of joke?

“I want to marry you here, Trinity. It’s our chance. We can get married again when we’re back in New York. I promise you with my life, I’ll give you the wedding you like, just tell me how you like it. I will make everything possible,” he says, his eyes sparkling with happiness and full of promises.

“How can we get married tonight? I think we have to get a license from the French government, and we should at least stay here for a month before they will approve it.”

“You worry too much. It’s been taken care of, baby.”

“How?” I ask, my hands still are on his head. I completely forget my heartaches and my sorrows. Am I really considering this?

“Money. So, are you gonna marry me tonight?”

“How about the—um?” I ask cautiously.

“Dana? My ex? Married to her childhood sweetheart, and they’re having a baby?” he answers, looking amused.

“Don’t we have to go to City Hall to get married?” I inquire.

“You ask too much. Are you gonna marry me or not?” His eyes narrowed.

“Is it legal?”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course, it is.”

***

I don’t want to know how Bash made everything possible, or he planned for this too? We’re going to get married at the Bateaux Parisiens River Cruise he rented throughout the night.

What shocked me most is our guests, I was expecting we only have witnessed and an officiant will marry us.

“Surprise!”

I jump and am indeed surprised.

Pairs of eyes are looking at me, at us. From my parents to Bash’s parents, Uncle Phoenix and Aunt Sam, Uncle Paul, and Aunt Sandy; Pyke, his brother, and his parents. Lizzy and Dean, Saph and Xandry, Kyland, and of course, Sean, Ranjiv, and the couple Luke and Ryker.

“What are you doing here, guys?” I ask and am still flabbergasted.

“Well, we are invited, duh!” Luke answers.

“Invited?” My brows meet.

“Who can say no to a free round trip to Paris by first-class jet, free five-star hotel accommodation,” Ranjiv answers.

“A week and free tour around Paris. Maybe I can bang a Parisian,” Kyland says with a laugh.

“Don’t we get a warm welcome?” Dad asks, and I stride my way to him and pull him into a hug.

“I missed you, Dad.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

“Hello, K,” Lizzy says, grinning sheepishly.

“You ignored me!” I point my finger to Lizzy, glaring at her, but she doesn’t seem affected, “You!” To Saph who’s arching her brow, “You!” to Xandry, who just gives me a flat look.

“Are you done?” Xandry asks.

“Done with what?”

“Have you learned?” he asks again, making me frown.

“Enough of that! I don’t want to get bailed on my wedding night,” Bash cuts off.

“Then get out from here!” Aunt Abby snaps. “Guys, get out and go to the other suite. I need some time with my daughter-in-law,” she announces.

“But mom,” Bash interjects.

“Okay, then you’re getting married next month,” his mom says, placing her hands on his waist.

“No fucking way! I’m getting married tonight!” he disagrees.

“Then, out! Now!” His mom waves her hand. “Shoo!” Then she looks at the guys who laugh at pissed Bash. “Boys, shoo! Out! Out! Including you.” Finally, she points at her husband, “You.” To my dad. “And you!” To Uncle Phoenix.

The guys groan but start walking toward the door.

“See you later, baby?” Bash moves closer to me. “Be my wife and don’t run again. I love you.” He cups my face and gives me a soft kiss.

***

I wear a wedding gown made by a famous French designer while the girls wear red dresses. I found out Mom and Aunt Abby rushed all these to plan the wedding just right when they knew I accepted the Bash proposal.

“Sweetheart, you know I love you, and no matter what happens, you will always be my girl,” Dad says, kissing my forehead.

“Don’t cry, sweetie. You look gorgeous tonight.” Mom hugs me. “Finally, your dream will come true. I’m so happy for you. I love you, sweetie. Be happy, and remember that you’re one of the luckiest girls. Bash loves you since before, and he will always love your imperfection. That’s what makes him fall for you over and over again. I love you, K.” Mom wipes a single tear fall from my eye. “I just said not to cry.” We both giggle.

My fingers touch the tulip pendant with a ruby stone, Aunt Abby gave me as her wedding gift.

Aunt Abby walks inside and asks, “K, are you ready?”

I take a deep breath before I nod.

“Logan, take your daughter. The ceremony is about to start,” Aunt Abby says, making my heart pound in my chest.

The ceremony takes place on the rooftop of the cruise decorated by lantern string lights, my favorite flowers—lilies, red roses, and red tulips. At the end of the deck is a small stage with a wall of flowers and a wind chime?

Bash is wearing a black tuxedo, and the guys are wearing a white one, and our officiant is with a black cassock.

Bash accepts my hand from Dad. As we stand in front of the priest, he starts the ceremony by giving a short sermon about how the marriage is blessed by God.

My heart suddenly thuds loudly in my chest.

“I repeat, do you accept, Sebastian Christopher Hughes, IV to be—”

I feel Bash’s hands squeezing mine, and I blink and swallow hard.

“Yes, I do,” I quickly answer, and Bash sighs loudly. Everyone sighs too.

I’m a little bit overwhelmed. I find it rush, but I never regret being here standing in front of everyone with Bash, soon-to-be-my husband. I’m gonna marry this man in front of me sooner or later but now it’s the time.

After we exchange I do’s and vows, the officiant finally pronounces us husband and wife.

I can’t express my happiness that I’m finally married to the man of my dreams. I love Bash more than my life. We get married like how I dreamt of; here in Paris on the cruise. He made my dreams come true.

Our lips press together, and loud applause from my family and friends erupts.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.” Bash’s merry voice makes me open my eyes.

“I love you too, gorgeous husband,” I say before my lids flutter close.