The Executive’s Affair Trilogy Bundle (Trinity, Desire, Unconditional) (14 page)

Laszlo took her hands into his. "Natasha thinks it would be a good idea if we did the interview together. She thinks it would be a great opportunity to show everyone, especially the board, that this marriage is real, and not just a scam."

Natasha thinks
….God, Trinity really hated that woman. Unfortunately, Trinity had to agree with her on this. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "What if they ask about my past? I don't think…I mean, I don't want to get into the details about my family and all that. And what if they ask about Jason?" That's what she was really afraid of—having to talk about Jason.

"I thought about that, and I've given Natasha a list of topics that are off limits during the interview. She's faxing them over to the magazine today. The original article focused on the future of Cstary Holdings and that's what the interview is going to focus on. There's no reason to dig up the past when it has no bearing on the future."

"What if they ask anyway?"

"Then we stop the interview and leave." He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. "And then I'll sue them for libel before I buy out their company and fire every last one of them."

Trinity's jaw hung slack at the utter determination in his voice. "You can do that?"

He smiled. "You can do anything if you have enough money."

Wow. It hadn't dawned on her until now just how different their lives were. Laszlo came from a world of money and power. Trinity came from a world of near poverty and servitude to her bosses. She realized their different lifestyles didn't matter. They loved each other and the only thing they wanted was to be together. "Okay," she said after a moment. "I'll do it."

"You will?" he asked with a cocked brow.

Trinity smiled. "I'd do anything for you, Laszlo." And she really meant that. He was the man she was meant to be with, and if that meant she had to sit through an interview; then so be it.

"How did I get so lucky?" He brought his lips down to hers and gave her a soft kiss.

Trinity pulled away. "You might not feel that way after I tell you what I just did."

"I doubt that, but go ahead and lay it on me."

"I asked Sarah to be a bridesmaid." She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked away nervously.

"My assistant, Sarah?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't realize you two were so close."

"Yeah, we got pretty close in the short time I worked here."

Laszlo laughed. "You really thought I'd be upset because you asked a friend of yours to be in the wedding?"

She shrugged. "Well, we did agree to keep it small, and now you're going to have to find another groomsman. And it might be weird considering she's your employee and we haven't discussed inviting anyone else from the staff." She sighed. "I’m sorry. I should've asked you first."

He put his finger to her lips and silenced her. "Its fine, Trin."

"It is?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Now, stop worrying, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled. Trinity was so happy that he wasn't angry with her. They'd never really had an argument before—at least not one they hadn't been able to resolve quickly. She didn't know what she'd do when that time ever came. If she got lucky, she'd never have to find out, because life without Laszlo just didn't seem worth living.

"Ready to go get some lunch?"

"Actually…" She got on her knees in front of Laszlo and ran her hands up his legs, gripping his thighs and coaxing them open. "I thought maybe we could have lunch here." Her fingers went to his zipper and she worked it until his cock sprang free. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him, looking up at him under her lashes.

He gathered her hair and held it away from her face, a look of desire burning in his eyes. "If you wanted my cock for lunch all you had to do was say so."

She licked around his cockhead. "Mmm, I want your cock for lunch."

"Fuck," he groaned when she took all of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the ridge of his head. "Trinity, love…ah, yeah, like that, just like that."

Trinity moaned and sucked him harder, deeper. His ass came up off the couch and he slowly fucked her mouth. God, she loved it when he did that, when he enjoyed her so much he just couldn't control himself.

"Enough," he snarled, pulling her head away from him.

She let out a tiny mewl of protest, and then licked her lips, knowing the taste of him would linger for hours.

"Turn around and kneel on the couch," he instructed as he stood. Trinity did as she was told and waited impatiently for Laszlo, who, a few moments later, kneeled behind her. He bunched her dress up around her waist, and then stopped. "You're not wearing panties," he whispered.

She glanced at him over her shoulder and smiled. "Just for you, baby."

"God damn that is so hot." He grabbed her hips and shoved his cock deep into her.

They moaned simultaneously. Laszlo found his rhythm. It was fast and hard and unforgiving, which he hadn't done since she'd told him she was pregnant. She didn't realize until just now how much she missed the hard and fast sex with him.  "Oh god, oh god, yeah, yeah, yeah…" she cried.

"Fuck," he grunted. "I've been thinking about fucking you since you came into my office." Laszlo reached around her body and found her clit. He began to rub it furiously, making her moan and scream and writhe. "Such a tight little pussy wrapped around my dick." His free hand slid up her shirt and found her breasts; and he tweaked and pinched her nipples. "So. Fucking. Hot."

She loved this side of him, the rough, dominant man who'd stolen her heart the first time he touched her. Her body gave her all the signals that it was time to come, but she fought it. She fought it with everything she had because it was just too good to end it so soon. "Your cock is so hard, it's so hard," she repeated.

Laszlo pinched her nipple harder and squeezed her clit between his fingers, and she thought she was going to die the pleasure was so intense. "You want to come, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I can feel it. Your pussy is getting tighter around my cock. So fucking tight." His thrusts were jackhammer quick and just as hard. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated around them, his balls smacking her with each plunge of his hips.

Her knees shaking; her body was covered in sweat, causing her dress to cling to her in the most uncomfortable places. She was panting so hard she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.

Behind her, Laszlo slowed just a little, his movements more controlled. "I love being inside of you, Trinity, it's so hot and wet." He resumed his previous pace of hard and rough, keeping his fingers on her clit and nipples. "Christ, love, I can't take it any longer. Come on my cock. Give it to me, damn it! Let me hear you scream my name."

With the way he was fucking her and playing with her, it didn't take much longer. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass in a circular motion, and cried his name as she came hot and heavy around his dick, her inner walls pulsating in time with her erratic heartbeat. She was so totally spent she didn't know if she'd be able to move after.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned as his own orgasm tore through both of them. Trinity yelped at the sudden burst of pain that was his cock swelling, and then coming inside of her. He slumped over her, his fingers leaving her clit and going straight to her mouth. She hungrily sucked the taste of herself from him. "You always make me lose control," he said.

She chuckled. "Is that a bad thing?"

Laszlo eased out of her and planted several kisses along her spine. "Nothing with you is ever bad."

Trinity sighed with content, and then said, "I think I'm ready for lunch now."

Trinity sat at the picnic table outside of the local ice cream shop and waited for her brother. His shift would be ending in a few minutes, and he'd been very clear that if she wanted to talk, she had to meet him right here at three o'clock. She'd arrived ten minutes early to make sure she didn't miss him, and to have a few moments alone to calm her nerves—which were currently running rampant. At least he's willing to speak to me, she repeated to herself. It was more than he'd been willing to do a year ago.

"Trinity?" he said as he cautiously approached.

She smiled. "Hi, Frankie."

"It's just Frank now." He sat across from her.

"Right, sorry." She nodded. He would always be Frankie to her. "So, how do you like working here?"

He shrugged. "It's all right. The people are nice enough."

"Thank you for seeing me."

"Darlene, my adoptive mom, thought it would be good for me."

So, if his mother hadn't encouraged him, he probably wouldn't have talked to her. That saddened her, but she refused to dwell on it.

"Why are you here? Last time you came around it was because you were in trouble," he said, staring at her with an icy cold glare.

"I'm not in trouble." She took a deep breath, and then blurted out, "I'm getting married, Frank, and I really want you to come to the wedding in a few weeks."

He remained silent for several long, awkward moments.
What was he thinking? Why wasn't he saying anything?
As the moments ticked by, her nerves steadily increased to the point that she had to swallow the urge to vomit. And that still didn't do much to help calm her.

"Why?" he finally said.

His question stunned her. She blinked a few times, and then said, "You're the only family I have, and I miss you."

Frank shook his head. "No, I mean, why did you leave me all those years ago? You didn't even tell me you were going. You just left. My therapist seems to think that getting an answer will give me closure so I can move on."

Tears pooled in Trinity's eyes, and then spilled down her face.
Frank was seeing a therapist? Were things really that bad for him? Dear God, it's all my fault.
She hastily swiped at her tears and swallowed the lump in her throat. This was one conversation that she hoped she'd never have to have with anyone, let alone her brother. But, it shouldn't surprise her that he wanted an explanation. She would, too, if the roles were reversed.

"Why'd you even bother coming here if you're not going to talk?" Frank stood.

"Wait, stop," Trinity said, grabbing at his hand. "Please, I'll explain."

Frank slowly sat back down. "Go ahead."

"The last time Dad was home, before I left, he came into my room one night and asked me to help him out. He was naked." Trinity momentarily closed her eyes and forced the memory from her mind. "I threw up on him and he got angry. He didn't touch me like I knew he wanted to, but he did give me a beating."

"I had no idea," he whispered.

"I know. I haven't told anyone this before. I just couldn't stay in that house any longer, so I left the next day. Who knew what he'd do next time." Trinity sniffled. "If I could've taken you with me, I would have. I'm so sorry, Frank. Please know that I never wanted to leave you."

"But you did."

She hung her head. "Yes, I did." There was no reason for her to deny it or try to justify it. She'd left the only person she'd ever loved in a situation that was unsafe. There was no reason for Frank to forgive her, and she was selfish to even ask that of him.

"If you had told me, I might've been able to help…" He trailed off. They both knew that his intentions were good, but there was no way he'd have been able to help her. They'd been powerless against their father.

"I don't ever expect you to forgive me, but I hope that you will consider letting me back into your life."

He sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. "I don't know."

Trinity nodded and fought back another round of tears. "You don't have to answer me right now. I'm sure you need some time to think about things." She dug in her purse and pulled out a sheet of paper. She slid it across the table to him. "We're having a small get together tomorrow for the wedding party. I'd really like you to come."

Frank studied the piece of paper. His eyes widened and he slowly looked up at her. "Is this for real?"

"What?"

"You're marrying Laszlo Cstary? The billionaire who's always in the news for one thing or another?"

"Yes." It didn't surprise her that Frank had heard of Laszlo. Lots of people had, but something about the admiration in Frank's voice had her tilting her head to the side and giving him an odd look. "You know him?"

"Not personally, but we've studied him extensively in my business class." He laughed. "Wow. I can't believe you're marrying Laszlo Cstary."

Trinity smiled. She was still having trouble believing it, too. "Well, if nothing else, stop by for him. I know he'd love to meet you."

"Really? You've told him about me?" He seemed genuinely shocked.

"Yes, I've told him everything about you and our childhood. He also knows about all that trouble I got into with the Congressman." Frank nodded and smiled the first real smile Trinity had seen in years. "I know I did wrong by you, and I live with that guilt every day, but please believe me when I say I've never stopped worrying about you and loving you."

Frank stood and this time she didn't try to stop him. "I'll come by tomorrow, but no promises past that, okay?"

"Okay." It was more than she'd expected from him.

"It was good seeing you, Trin." With that, Frank turned and walked away.

Trinity stood and called after him, "Hey, Frankie, you're going to be an uncle." She put her hands on her stomach.

"Are you shitting me?" he said as he turned and walked back toward her.

She bit her tongue to stop from scolding him about his language. It was no longer her place to do so. "I'm serious."

"Well, you're just full of surprises today aren't you?"

She shrugged and smiled. "Guess that's what happens when you go so long without speaking." And then her brother did something she never expected: he hugged her. After the initial shock wore off, Trinity wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. It was weird embracing her baby brother who was now taller and bigger than her.

"You're going to be a great mom," he whispered. "You always were to me."

"Frank." Her voice cracked, and then completely gave out. A moment later, he released her and took a step back.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Trinity watched as her brother walked away, got into a car, and drove off. It was surreal seeing him so grown up and confident. He wasn't that same little boy who used to follow her around and cower behind her when their father came home from one of his drunken binges. No, he definitely wasn't that little boy anymore. Frank had grown up.

***

When she arrived home, the house was eerily silent. The entire downstairs was dark save for the light in the hallway leading upstairs. It was odd. Normally, there would be staff present or if they'd all left; they would leave a light on. And it was strange that Laszlo wasn't waiting near the front door for her. "Laszlo?" she called as she made her way toward the stairs.

"Up here," he called.

Trinity climbed the stairs and found Laszlo in the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, legs extended in front of him, ankles crossed, wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxer shorts. There was a large vase of red, long stemmed roses on her night stand and the entire room was illuminated by candles. "What's all this?" she asked, looking around and walking over to him.

"I wasn't sure what kind of mood you'd be in, so I figured this décor could go either way." He smiled and pulled her down onto his lap. "So, are we celebrating, or do I just need to hold you and silently plot ways to kill your brother for upsetting you?"

She laughed and took his face into her hands. Slanting her lips over his, she kissed him for a long while before pulling away. "Oh, we are definitely celebrating."

He cocked a brow and grinned. "Really?"

"Mmm hmm," she muttered, nipping erotically at his bottom lip. Then she let out a startled cry when Laszlo flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his. She laughed. "That's so not fair."

"What about this?" He kissed that super sensitive spot behind her ear. "Is that fair?"

Her body went from relaxed to aroused within seconds. "No," she breathed.

"This?" He dragged his hand from where it'd been resting on her hip up to her breast, cupping the tender mound in his hand and kneading it through her shirt.

"Uh-uh." She felt her breath become labored, and she spread her legs, granting him access.

"Then I guess this wouldn't be very fair either, would it?" he said as he pressed his hips forward, pushing his erection against her bare sex.

She moaned and lifted her hips to meet his. "No," she panted, shaking her head. "Now you're just teasing."

Laszlo reached between their bodies. His hand grazed over her pussy lips and she bucked beneath him. Then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her opening moments before he entered her. His mouth was on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as his cock invaded her slick, eager channel. "Still think I'm teasing?" His voice was low, raspy, seductive.

"No." It came out as more of a whimper than an answer. He had that effect on her. She closed her eyes and arched her back. Nothing felt better than Laszlo, than the feel of his lean, strong body covering hers, of his thick, hard cock filling her, of his soft lips kissing hers, and of the love she felt pouring from every inch of him.

"Trinity, love, look at me," he crooned.

It was a request she couldn't deny him. She opened her eyes and met his gaze, which was filled with so much love and desire, it stole her breath. "Lasz…"

Laszlo continued to make love to her with slow, deep thrusts that she swore reached her very soul. Neither of them said another word. The only sounds were of their intermingled moans and sighs of pleasure. The level of tenderness he displayed was something she'd never experienced before—with him or anyone else. 

"I love you so much, Trinity," he whispered as he smoothed the hair from her face. "So much," he repeated.

She wanted to tell him that she loved him, too, that he was the only man she'd ever loved, but her orgasm got to her first. So did his. They clung to each other, grinding, writhing and moaning as they both fully gave up control to their primal needs. Moments later he collapsed on top of her. She stroked his sweat drenched hair and smiled. "I love you."

Laszlo readjusted his weight into his arms and peered down at her with a smile. "How do you feel about writing our own vows?"

"I think it's a great idea."

"Good, because I already wrote mine."

She laughed. "Okay, now that's really not fair."

"I felt inspired today." He winked, and then rolled off her, bringing her with him so that she was tucked by his side.

Trinity sighed and aimlessly trailed her fingers around on his chest. If someone had told her a few months ago that this is where she'd end up, she would've had them admitted to a mental hospital. But, she loved her life now and she would do whatever was necessary to maintain this level of happiness she felt right at this moment.