The Trinity Trilogy
[Book One]
One night is all it took to alter the course of their life's.
Ezra King
I was raised to be a killer, a ruthless leader by nature and merciless when it comes to my own. That night, I was a mere man in the presence of a...
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It feels strange.
To have such a deep ache in the hollow of your heart, sudden and thudding beneath the cage. For a moment, I lost my sense of direction and sanity.
I didn't know where I was, or who was there, what I had done the previous night; and only then when I saw the predicament I was in did my brain rewire and jumpstart.
Never, in the years in which I dated and meet people to whom I been romantically involved with had I felt such an honest and heavy connection. I let myself go with him, I melted into putty on his bed sheets and told him some things I probably should have kept shut about.
This time around, he was the one who called to me, and I the one who followed down those perilous waters.
I felt a sort of peace and for a slight moment, I believed that maybe, just maybe, I could get to know the person he actually is and him mine. Maybe we could have more nights like the one we shared or conversations like the ones that were talked.
But my luck never fails to amaze me.
As the early morning daze clears, I can finally hear the loud commotion that awoke me in the first place, along with the stinging bright flashes blinding my eyes, keeping them shut. For some reason, my senses slowly came back to me, my ears tunning in and sharpening at the raucous in my surroundings.
The loud and constant chatter in my every angle has me drawing a heavy inhale, the blinding lights now I realize are not the sun's heavy rays. My body shakes as I feel the intense wind twirling about my body. My naked body.
I can now fully grasp on the situation.
My eyes snap open and I'm momentarily disoriented as the flashing lights burn my retinas. I shake my head and scramble back to the headboard. My eyes zeroing in on the sight before me.
Paparazzi. They fill the room like ants until there's no more than an inch of space. Not a spec of breathing room for me to escape.
I'm naked, alone with no sign of Ezra and a pack of people screaming at me. Calling me by name.
My body trembles and locks up as I cover myself to the best of my ability, the sheets long gone. My hands snaking their way into my breast and legs locking up to cover my core.
"Vitoria, Vitoria! Over here, smile pretty girl!"
"Vitoria Sanlés, How are you doing?! Come one, look up, how do you feel?"
"VITORIA!"
"Vitoria it's so nice to finally meet you, how are you?!"
My eyes sting with unshed tears as the paparazzi continue their assault, a couple of them close enough to dip the bed.
