Chapter 47 My Next Big Mistake

It is hard to put one word together that can describe how I am feeling right now.
Bliss…perhaps…even no yet.
Trinity has driven my body to a sensation of bliss that one cannot describe in words. We have always had to be quick and constantly on the radar; the times we were together as intimately together as such was not that very often and even if, not even for that long. Giving all of us that, we have just made love in a way that I never knew we would in any way ever. Plain point, Colton Croz does not take time with a woman; he does not take it slow and make love. He has done everything? against what he does for Trinity Stone."
Though adding to this, he never and let me "e, "I love you. I love you so much," any woman. Especially the one that has broken his heart.
What the fuck were you thinking?
You did not. All you saw is that beauty glowing in white that is ready to give it all to you. You did not ask questions; you did not think; all you did was drop your pants and fuck.
And where did that get you
In an empty bed, naked and alone…
And a not on a pillow that I am too scared to fucking open.
Trinity Stone got the upper hand on me once again. She was not even in my presence for the second it took her to drops that glass to have me hooked on her poison.
Poison, not so much as a poison but an addiction. The girl only but has to move that curve of her mouth in the right direction, and I hooked on her all over again. I knew that when she asked me the question, that even before I would have answered it myself that I would be deep into the trouble.
You just had to come looking like that and throw what I thought I had worked out and made a mess of it all over again.
I let her in and know I am going to be a mess again. And don t forget we have a fucking note that awaits reading. She did not stay long enough to give it to me to read…Why the fuck would she?
So as I take this little note that can only but be heartbreak again, I twirl it about between my fingers. I can still smell her perfume, that very fucking one that started this and got her here in my bed writing this.
Although that there is every part of me that are wanting this to be her own declaration of love or even yet a simple I am sorry, I seem to think that none of that will happen. Trinity is not capable of saying sorry. If you o catch her off her feet and she does utter the words to you, she is only trying to get her way out o the world of trouble. The woman does not know how to feel sorry; using her body with sex is her way of saying that okay; she understands that was wrong, so can we just carry on.
I am a fucking idiot.
So, me, the fucking idiot, strides my way to the kitchen like a dog with his tail between his legs to the kitchen in search of some whiskey, which I believe might be very needed for the revealing of the content of her what is possibly another Dear John fucking letter. I swear if I hear one word if I just as hear that one word coming from this piece of paper, then I am done. But let us not get ahead of ourselves here just yet. She could easily just have been in a rush to get home.
BUT. WAIT. A. FUCK!
Why am I making excuses for Trinity Stone? The woman that took my heart and stomped on it like tomorrow has no light of day. She took a love and let us not forget the person behind that feeling and broke his fucking heart. Not once…but more than fucking one time. AND. I. KEEP. ON. GOING. BACK. What is wrong with me?
So throwing back one quick shot of chilled whiskey, I make my way with the bottle to the lounge to read this little note.
After what is about four shots of whiskey, I put my feet up on the table, phone nearby just in case I need to make a call, not that I know if I had her right number, but that is yet another thing that will get me deeper into trouble. So as slow as I slowly pull it open by the edge revealing the one word that I knew I would see there.
"I am sorry."
Ya, well, what the fuck are you sorry for, but not really sorry for?
I take a deep breath, composing myself so that I do not tear the damn thing to pieces before I have not even read it properly, only to make a sight for four words that I never thought I would leave to see Trinity say.
"It was a mistake."
A FUCKING WHAT?
Did she just call me a fucking mistake? The man that confesses his love to her over and over, she calls him a fucking mistake? She walks into my house and calls me a fucking mistake. If she was looking for a mistake, there are many other places she could have gone looking for it but here.
If I thought that I could not hate Trinity Stone any more than I could, then she has just proven to me now that I can. She comes under the pretense to want to talk to me after I reluctantly agree to come to my house. Now let us just stop there for a moment; we both knew that something would have happened, but regardless. She walks into my home, has mind-blowing sex with me, and then walks out and tells me it was a mistake?
The only mistake here is us, Ms. Stone.
We should have never have happened. You. You were my mistake. And I kept on fucking making it until it got me where I am now. But I have news for you; you are an even bigger mistake for wait…
The note is not done.
There are two more parts to her little note of admission, one which I would have welcomed if you did not just tell me that I was a mistake, and the second part. Well, that there, this is my mistake. And I wish I can say that we have not come too far into this for it not to be a problem, In fact, we always thought, then again so did we think when we thought that we would when we would run away together, but yet, if any of that makes senses. The biggest mistake I made by making love to Trinity Stone today. The biggest with me just being her ex-bodyguard, well, little princess, is stepping up.
Trinity is no longer just a boss daughter that I banged...she is the fucking boss that I just banged.
Nice sticking your head in places it ought not to be, Colton.
For some reason, and rather odd to place right now, but it seems that our dear Vic has decided that in a month s time, he will step down as head of the Stone Family. Our dear Trinity will stand up and ya…
We all know the line of men that she has that will be coming after her. Now it is not like Vic is going to just step down and go away. No. He will be there for as long as he is still alive. My best bet in this is that he is stepping down because of the mess that he has created, leaving everything open for Trinity to fix in her way to see fit.
But…
THIS WAR IS NOT OVER YET!
Why The fuck is he doing it now? He is putting Trinity s life in danger. So hence I think that it is the reason for the phone number.
Does Trinity want me to contact Vice and talk to him? To tell him what a mistake he is making? Or should I foolishly think that it is so that I can phone her.
But this was a mistake…why even bother giving me your phone number?
Well, little princess, this is your daddy and your problem that you are wanting to take on the business in this way. And as for making love to me and telling me that it was a mistake…
I take my phone firmly. I grip and tap in Trinity s new number, sending her a message.
Then…with one…two…three…four….
I wait.
I need not have to wait that long for her to send me a response.
I take my phone and gently push it over to the other corner of the big lack lounge table.
Ya…just as I thought.