Chapter 51 Bleeding Irises

Trinity is driving me fucking insane.
She is everywhere!
She is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but yet I think that it is one for her and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.
What else is not a game is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore. So I make my way to the kitchen to pour myself a very early morning whiskey. As I wall back into my black leather couch, the irises of my now bleeding eyes are scanning my phone, yet there is no message from Trinity.
So here I find myself as I fall back into my black leather chair once again, the irises of my now bleeding eyes are scanning my phone, yet she has sent no message.
So I stumble my way to y room and slowly drag my feet to the bathroom. The moment I step inside my room, I am immediately attacked by the scent of her perfume that is still very much lingering in the air. As I step closer to the bed, I know she only laid in, but days ago, I can nearly feel her presence. I reach out for the jersey that is lying neatly folded and press it close to my nose. Her scent fills me and sends that warmth to my heart that I am so aching for. She smells so close but yet she is so far.
After lingering for more than a sane moment necessary, I make my way back into the bathroom to clean myself up and wait for Mason s arrival. He has been pleading with me endlessly to stop this foolishness and move on. But how, how does one stop loving someone and move on? Though is this not a question that I need to ask Trinity? Has she stopped loving me and moved on?
I firmly believe that love does not die in the wink of the eye. You simply do not awake one day and decide that you do not love anymore. But has my wrong been such a deed that one can never forgive for? I still truly hope that there is a chance for Trinity and me, and if not, I will not give up until she loves me again. I am a Cruz, we fight until the end, and even after that, we will still fight; there is no turning back ever.
So after endless hours of dragging myself through my own tormented mind and chasing Trinity down the passageways of my mind, the time finally arrives for Mason s arrival, and we.
"Colton, you got to stop this man. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?"
"Yes, shaven last three days ago, black sunken in eyes and wrinkles that I do not wish to desire at all. Your point being?"
"You need to keep up appearances; the guys are starting to talk."
"Let them talk; if they have a fucking problem, they can come to me."
While he waits for me to get my shit together, we both get into my car and head of to the club, which is now becoming a frequent occurrence since I am, well, you can say, since that I am single. Not that I am perfect catch material, I just need to get away from my own fucking mind.
As we finally get to the club and sit at our table, he continues with what he was saying earlier, "All I am saying is you need to get a grip," he hesitates, but for a few moments, he knows that he is about to say something that will earn him a bullet to the head. "You need to focus on business."
He hands me a whiskey and shifts closer to me, not for the rest of the ears to drop in for a listen, "We need to discuss this war. We are going to get stuck in it whether we like it or not?"
As I take a deep sip of the cold whiskey from the chilled glass, I thorough my brows and pinch the bridge of my nose as the mere thought comes to settle in my mind again. "Believe me, it is full-on fucking war; I just need to get my princess back."
Mason scans the crowd surrounding us, being rather cautious that his next words are not heard, then he continues, "I am advising you, we cannot get stuck in this, and most of all, we cannot wait for Trinity to come to her senses first."
I only but nod my head, and as these thoughts run through both our minds, some of the rest of my crew arrive as per usual. Instantly the group of strangers makes their way to the other side of the club as we have now once again taken control. This is what Colton Cruz loves, you catch a glimpse of a man that works for me, and you will look the other way.
So as I listen to the chatter of Jax, the one that is far more popular amongst the ladies, I cannot help but chuckle. Yes, I still do that ungodly thing, and every time I do, I swim in warm thoughts of Trinity. The smell of her soft skin attacks my memories for a glimpse of what I felt when she made me feel that every emotion for the first time, that very thing that causes such a silly laugh to come rumbling from the depths of your chest.
And I can, in all honesty, say the words that flow from this man s mouth do sometimes put me to shame. At the very moment, he is describing the ass of a brunette that is slowly swaying her hips to a torturing sway from side to side, dropping her body to the floor with every breath she takes. His words only but gets no rise from me, yet I do listen, "Boss, imagine a peach just before it becomes ripe, imagine the tightness and yet the smoothness. It slips elegantly over your hand, and you so wish that it was ready that you could sink your teeth into it."
"My god, Jax, fuck you will give any man a hard-on with that. Where is this girl with an ass that has you using such elegant words?"
I see him point over Mason's head to a brunette that is swaying one fucking gorgeous body between a bunch of men in the middle of the crowd. And damn, the man is right, that ass deserves to be called a peach, a peach…" I turn back to Jax and give him one rather hard slap against the head. "You fucking idiot, that is Trinity."
"Shit, sorry boss, must I go call her for you?"
"Nah, I think I will surprise her."
How did I not notice her before? As I stare for one brief moment before I get up, I realize…She has cut those beautiful locks of long brown hair off. Is she truly still so mad at me?
With one confident smile on a face that can barely hold it, I make my way into the crowd. What else is becoming regular is the thing my heart does whenever I see her. I love the rush of the tingles of pleasure that my eyes bring whenever I lay them on her.
And god, laying them on her now is earning me a rather aching hard-on which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing is sending my heart racing in only but one way. I believe they call it hotpants; well, believe me, they are hot, they are on fucking fire. Though let us not forget the tiny crop-top that she is wearing, giving my eyes the full view of that toned stomach that is only but glowing in the bright lights that cast down onto her.
This girl is mine.
So not having to wait one more second being apart from her, I stride my way over to her nonchalantly. She cannot see my desperation even though it has been eating me up for the whole day now. I think I would have simply died if I had to spend another night without her in my sight.
Then with absolute raw desire, I slip my body behind that peachy ass and grab tightly onto that toned stomach until every inch of my body melts into her. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. But I am as always sadly mistaken, for the minute the music stops, she turns around and snaps at me.
"Well, Mr. Cruz, I see you are about to come to throw yourself at me again?"
"Please, will you come to sit by me, princess? Just to talk?"