Chapter 58

When they arrive home Gabby was surprised to see Triffany's hand with a bandage, she walked over to them. "Triffany are you alright?" Gabby looked down at her hand. "What happened to you?"



Triffany looked at Carlos who was standing by her side. "It was all his fault."



"Carlos?" Gabby looked over at her brother quizzically.



"It will be fine," Triffany muttered. "It's just an injury."



Gabby exhaled softly. "Go up and rest." Triffany left them. Gabby turned to her brother with both arms on her waist. "Carlos, when will you stop hurting her?"



"It was a mistake."



Gabby scoffed. "Injuring her twice is a mistake?" She raised her brow, angry at him. "I came out the other night and saw you applying first aid treatment to her injured finger and I was so sure you did that too."



Gabby looked up at him, with a knitted brow. "Plus the emotional hurt you make her go through, when would you be tired of doing that? Are you that happy to see her in pain and sad?" Gabby yelled at him.



"I'm not!" Carlos shouted as he looked at her. "Gabby I keep hurting her unintentionally." He said softly this time as he runs his hands through his hair.



He walked over to the wine cellar and took out a bottle of white wine and glass, he poured himself the wine and took a large sip.



He sat down and Gabby walked over to him and sits with him, waiting for him to continue talking. "Gabby I don't feel happy anymore when she is hurt." Carlos tubs his forehead as he looked at his sister whose eyes were still on him.



"When she smiles, it seems like they are shooting fireworks in my heart." He buried his face in his palm. "I don't understand anymore." He looked at his sister. "She's something and I'm not happy whenever I don't tease her a little."



Gabby couldn't help but smile, this was something she has hoped her brother will say and today seems to be that day. "I know that feeling." She raised her brow with a smile on the corner of her lips.



"What?"



Gabby got up and stopped smiling. "Just stop hurting her!" She shouted at him before walking back to her room.



Carlos turned his head and saw her shut the door behind her, he scoffed. "Is Gabby a chameleon?" He shook his head. "Just when she wants to say something important she becomes harsh."



He turned and sips his wine. "That beat I have as a sister."



Carlos looked upstairs to his room door, he runs his hands through his hair. "I'm even scared of going into my room because she's there, I've hurt her so badly, how is she going to complete her editing."



Upstairs in the room, Triffany picked up her laptop and looked at the few chapters she has written and sighed. "This is how far I’ve come." She looked at the file Tommy sent to her. "And now I won't be able to type for five days, how then will I complete this. This is all because of him."



She closed the laptop and sat on the couch. "What do I do now and I have to submit it next week Monday." She mumbled and looked down at her hands.



Carlos entered the room, their eyes met for a while before Triffany looked away. "I could help you do the editing."



"Just stay away from me." She got up from the couch, picked her towel and nightwear from the drawer before heading to the bathroom to take her bath.



"She's pissed up," Carlos said softly to himself before turning to the large mirror. "Carlos Zack what exactly do you have to do." He said to his reflection in the mirror.



He sat on his bed and looked at her laptop. "I was happy at the chapters she edited. I...I.." He swallowed. "It was all her fault, why did she have to open her eyes and scare me like that."



He closed his eyes. "But why was I scared, I wasn't doing anything bad, I was just, I was just looking at her face." He rubs his forehead. "But she...Well, I hurt her...I still did."



"Ouch!" Triffany shouted from the bathroom.



Carlos looked up. "What's wrong, is she okay?" He ran to the bathroom door. "Hey, are you okay? Is everything okay in there?" He asked with a worried expression.



"I'm good," Triffany called out, holding her hands in pain. "Ouch!" She sobs.



"Should I come in?" Carlos asked as he held the doorknob.



"Don't even dare!" She shouted. "I'm fine." She sobs in pain.



Carlos could hear her little sob. "I'm coming in."



"I said don't you dar..." before she could complete her words Carlos was already inside the bathroom, his eyes widen and he halts, looking at Triffany who was inside the bathroom covered with foamy water, just her shoulder and her head showing.



He looked at her face, he lips her eyes, the nape of her neck and shoulders as his lips parted. "Hey!" Triffany shouted pulling him away from his thoughts, she tried to reach for her towel as Carlos turned around.



"I'm sorry." He struggled to say as he catches his breath. "Just wanted to check if you were okay." He told her honestly.



"Are you a pervert!" She shouted. "I'm naked right now." She looked at her towel that was far from her and if she comes out of the bathroom he could see everything. "Triffany what kind of life are you living now, I'm hurt and can't do my job and now a pervert saw your naked skin." She was talking to herself.



She looked at Carlos who still has his back in her. "Don't you understand the word private...Huh!" She shouted.



Carlos who couldn't take it anymore turned to face her. "What's wrong?" He shouted.



"Hey! Turn around right now." Triffany told her hands around her chest.



"Aren't we married? Huh!" What's so wrong with seeing your skin? What's so wrong with checking on you when you scream out in pain, even if you're in the bathroom and naked. We are married aren't we?!"



Triffany looked at him speechless. Carlos looked at her. "You want to get even? Fine, you're free to see my skin too." He removed his shirt and tossed them aside and was about to take off his trousers.



Triffany closed her eyes. "Stop!" She shouted as Carlos looked at her. "Don't! Just get out of here." She opened her eyes and looked at his. "Leave."



"I won't." His eyes met hers. "You're hurt, I can help you, I'm sure you need someone to wash your hair." He looked down at the bathtub. "And I have seen everything already."



"This is so embarrassing," Triffany muttered as she looked down. "All because of this injured hand."



Carlos watched her for a while. "Let me help, if it's embarrassing, I can make it less embarrassing."



Triffany lifts her eyes to look at the man whose words were so sincere. "How?" She said softly, her eyes not leaving his.



Carlos took off his trousers and brief. "Like this."



Triffany's lips parted. "Why is this happening?" She said softly and watched him walk over to the bathtub. "What are you doing?"



"I don't know." He looked at her face. "But I know I also want to take a bath."



"This is seriously not happening." She looked away.



"I think it is." He joined her in the bathtub as they sat there awkwardly.



"Now it happened." Triffany bites her lower lips. Their skin touch and they looked up at each other, her heart started thumping and her breathing quickens.



Carlos swallowed hard, his eyes on her lips, the dripping water from her neck to her shoulders and back into the water. "I don't feel anything, so don't worry, you're just like the bathtub, I can touch it but don't feel anything." He told her.



"What?" Triffany looked at him, shocked.



"Don't get me wrong, I'm just trying to say, you don't have to feel uncomfortable." He explained when he saw she was misunderstanding him.



"Are you uncomfortable?" She asked him and Carlos was silent.



He looked down. "I have not shared my bathtub with someone else." He looked at her.



Triffany was surprised. "Not even Kelsey?" She asked sceptically.



"No, I've not even seen Kelsey's nakedness." He said honestly and Triffany had a little smile on her lips with satisfaction. "But I'm sure her breast is bigger than yours."



Triffany's smile fade and she splashed water on his face. "Just stop talking already!" She shouted and furrowed her brow. "Will you help me or not?"



Carlos loves her reaction and he smiled. "Turn around." He told her, at least they were no longer feeling awkward. Triffany turned around as he washes her back and her hair as they bath together for the very first time.