My Next Big Mistake

Fuck.

Trinity is not in her bed.

Where can the woman be?

So I spin on my heels and slowly creep my way up to her bathroom. As I turn the corner and creak the door open, it is completely empty. In fact, it is so empty; none of her things are in here anymore.

Fuck.

They have changed her room.

I knew I should not have left that goddamn rose on her bedside table.

With nothing but disappointment, I move back to the center of the room. Glancing at my watch briefly, I see that I am fast approaching ten minutes. I cannot be here longer than the time I have allowed. But there is no way that I am leaving without Trinity tonight.

And that is when I make my next decision which I might regret.

But this is a great time to reflect back a moment. I have said this before; I shall say this again. I need to step back and remind myself why I am doing all this crazy shit. I need to allow myself to remember that it is all for Trinity. What makes it worthwhile to have my goddamn brains blown out is that woman, that exquisite beauty. If I did not have her presence in my life, I would not have had this willpower to do the fucking stupid things that I am doing.

So not hesitating for one second longer, I exit the room. Immediately coming up to me is Mason that whispers underneath his breath, “Where is Trinity?”

“She is not here. Vic must have moved her.”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Ya, and this is here where I stop him and make my next fateful decision.

“I think they will have her close to Vic.”

He only but looks at me with clear horror on his face, “Have you gone completely insane?”

“Do I need to remind you that I am your goddamn boss, and if you do not want to help me, then you are very much welcome to take your shit and go?”

He grunts and he throws his hands in the air, then he looks at me once again, “Let us go. We have already been here too long.”

So with each step in total anticipation of being caught at any moment, we make our way down the hallway to the other side of the house.

God, I just hope that there is no guard in front of her door.

And it is with these very thoughts that we slowly open each door as we go, stepping inside, clearing from left to right…then exit.

Ya, he has put Trinity in the very next room to him.

So it is with a very trembling ass that I find my hand around the knob of the very last door. In…one…two…I twist it to the side, and the door softly clicks open. The moment as the breeze from inside attacks my senses, I immediately get the hint of jasmine and vanilla.

There is no doubt that Trinity is here.

While giving Mason a few hand signals to get him stationed in front of Vic’s door to make sure the man does not even attempt to leave just in case that Trinity screams. Much to our luck so far, there have been no guards around, but I do firmly believe that they will be downstairs. It seems that they are too fucking stupid to think I will come through the terrace.

With one last glance at Mason, I only nod my head and slip inside of the room. There in front of me is Trinity, the love of my life. I hate what I am about to do, well perhaps only, but for a second for I know that this is the one and only way that we will be together.

God knows I have tried everything else.

But…

As I come to stand next to her bed, the floor creaks. Immediately I have a very wide awake Trinity staring at me.

“What are you doing here, Colton?”

Well, do I tell her, by the way, I am here to kidnap you?

No, so yet, “I just needed to see you.”

She cocks her head slightly with that damn beautiful smile on her face, “You were here last night, weren’t you?”

“Perhaps,” I feel as my cheeks start to burn as it turns a rosy color. Now, what the fuck was that all about?

So it is with pure bliss that I find myself getting lost in the perfect sparkle of her brown eyes, and as I watch her lips try to form words that I believe need not to be said, my heart does the very thing that it has brought me both torment and joy. Can one single emotion bring pain and happiness yet at the same time? Feeling love is the perfect sensation that the ecstasy of an adrenaline rush can bring to you. Watching her and hearing her speak brings nothing but a thrill to my heart.

Yet, “You should not be here, Colton. You know that daddy will kill you.”

Ya, that is if I do not kill daddy first.

But her father is the last thing that I want to speak about; I go to sit down next to her on the bed. “Princess, I love you so damn much. Please, you need to understand why I am…”

She immediately stops me from saying another word, "Ssshhh."

"No, princess. You need to understand."

Well, the heart can play a foolish game, for yet for another moment, I am trying to convince myself why this all is wrong. Love can take you to a moment of pure bliss and then bring you down with the greatest force to earth. I am starting to believe that I am my own worst enemy. I am choosing my own pool of misery

“Princess, please, I need you to be with me. Please come with me?”

She goes silent as the very question starts to turmoil through her head.

I clear my throat rather loudly and try my best not to meet her eyes. I am so afraid that I am going to break down again. There are so many emotions flooding my mind at the present time that I am not sure if it is pure anger or the last rays of hope that she will come with me instead

I cup her face in the softness of my warm yet very unsteady hands. With a few deep breaths and somewhat of a stutter, “Princess, I love you. Please, we can sort this all out once we get home.”

She still remains quiet; I can see from the moonlight that is glowing on her face that her eyes are filled with tears. So I only but pull her closer. I know that I should be going; I have stayed here for far too long. Yet, I am not done yet; I still do not have what I came here for.

Then I softly whisper, “Princess, ever since our first kiss, the only sweetness I crave is the one that comes from your lips. My soul made love to your soul long before our bodies met. It is because of you that I am deliriously happy. You make my cheeks ache from the smile you put on my face. My love for you spans over the lines of my past, present, and future. I would have exchanged my life if it meant that I could only touch you once. I want you to be the first thing I touch in the morning and the last thing that I taste. I need you. Please come back home."

I see the speckle of a tear that builds up in her eyes; I know for the first time in a long while those of tears of pure joy. She, as am I, we have been through too much heartache to let a pure love go to waste. To leave it untouched and slowly fade away. There has been so much that has led us to this moment, and it is a moment that will never fade away.

I look back at her, and there is a softness in her eyes. She looks down, afraid to stare me into my eyes. I only but take one finger and lift her chin so I can meet her eyes. Although her eyes are soft, I notice the feelings behind them, as if she were longing for something. She touches her forehead to mine, and I feel a warmth, one that I've never experienced before. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with passion and hope that is so powerful. I lean my head closer until our lips meet. Gentle but passionate, I press my lips into hers. The world around me slows so that I can savor this moment. My heart flutters as she kisses me back. Her lips are soft and warm. 

She sits up straight on the bed and pushes back my body. She straddles me on my hips, pins my hands against my body, and drops her lips to meet mine. Our lips fit perfectly as if they are meant for each other. To move and feel each other in passionate moments like these. I grab the back of her neck to deepen the kiss even further; I growl in the kiss as she whimpers in pleasure.

Then before I know it, our bodies are touching and moving softly together, just like the finest of silk. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

At this moment, our souls mingling in the quiet moments between action and stillness. The cool room already feels warm. It's hard to hold back and to make the moment last. We are caught between the intoxication of extending this moment forever.

I close my eyes and savor the moment.

Then I know what I have to do, much rather say, what I want to do. I take her face that is glowing from the moonlight that is streaming through the window between my hands, and with the deepest emotion, I stare into her eyes.

"Princess, please forgive me…”

In almost an instant, she is completely knocked out.