A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Max got back to school with full confidence.

He asked Allan, who had shared both weal and woe with him, to be a witness.

But the next day, Max’s confidence faltered a little when he saw Tristan walking into LACC’s basketball court. It was like a wind blowing across the smooth surface of the lake, a flaw in the water suddenly appeared.

Allan served, and Max jumped up and grabbed the ball. Allan cheered for his quickness. Tristan didn’t change his face.

Even when Max stole the ball and scored several times in a row, he didn’t frown once. Max was happy with his performance, but he was surprised at Tristan’s composure. He revealed no true feelings if he didn’t want to.

Before long, Tristan gained an advantage. He sank three 3-point shots with incredible form. He soon tied the score. Max started to feel anxious and lost a few points. He then realized that Tristan had courage and strategies. He started to fight back.

When the first half was over, Max was all sweaty and was losing to Tristan.

Allan gave him water to drink and said, “This man is not an easy rival. You are in great danger.”

Max took a long drink and wiped his mouth. He said in a low voice, “I cannot lose it.”

However, in the next half, it was like Tristan had taken performance-enhancing drugs and did terrifically. When the whistle blew, Max lost inevitably, and sighed, feeling resigned, “he fucking boomed me.”

Tristan walked to Max as he sat on the floor and said, “So you will accept the consequences?”

Max was indignant, but he stood up and said yes.

Tristan took the coat Ed passed to him and said, “You were too eager to win. It became your weak point.”

“You already knew the result before we played?”

Tristan raised his eyebrows. “The more you know your rival, the better the odds.”

When Tristan was going to leave the gym, a voice sounded from behind him. “Please-” the boy said with difficulty, “Be nice to her.”

Tristan stopped and turned back. “Is this your request?”

“If you want something, fight for it. The pleading is useless.”

On their way back, Ed said, “Boss, you looked like brothers-in-law.”

Tristan still fixed his eyes on the view outside the window. He spoke calmly. “In some points, I am dealing with the unfinished job you left me. This could be big, could be small. And he is still a kid. He would have psychological scarring for his whole life if this was not properly handled.”

“What if, I say what if, you lose?”

“Not possible.” Tristan sneered.

“Arrogance.” Ed thought inside. After a while, Ed added, “Are you…seeing somebody’s shadow in him?”

But the reply was silence.

When Tristan went back to the villa, he was still in the basketball outfit. He saw the surprise in Kate’s eyes when he entered the bedroom. “What, you didn’t know I ball?”

Kate didn’t reply and looked down at her book again.

Tristan took off the coat and walked to the bathroom but turned his head back soon. “Come here. Take a shower with me.”

“I have already taken one,” Kate replied hastily.

“Then take one more.”

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“Do I need to help you?” He turned back.

It turned out that she did need his help. Kate stuck to the mattress like a tree frog that had suction cups on its feet. But Tristan carried her to the bathroom in the end.

Tristan put her down on the floor and turned on the spray nozzle. The warm water sprayed down on both of them.

Even though they still had clothes on, Kate was in a panic. She kept her back close to the wall and didn’t give up.

“I really had taken a shower.”

Tristan looked at her eyes like a shocked animal. He did not say anything but bent to bite her earlobe.

Kate gave out a cry but shut up tactfully. He didn’t really bite her but just kept her earlobe in his mouth, which was even worse.

Tristan had this idea this morning when he woke up. He ravaged her with his lips and tongue and murmured, “You will have to take a second shower anyway.”

Then his hands started moving. He stripped off her clothes in a flash. Kate knew she could not escape this fate and had to close her eyes.

When she was fixed on the tiles, and he got into her, it didn’t seem to hurt as much as last time, probably because of the running water. But it was still uncomfortable, feeling sore, swollen, and with water getting in and out. Even the sound of water was embarrassing to her.

By Kate’s notions, this should only happen in darkness, in the bed, under the blanket. In any other circumstances, especially in the bathroom, this was unbecoming.

She didn’t dare to open her eyes. She felt that Tristan was naked. And she didn’t want to see his body. In a trance, she heard him say, “Are you bored at home these days?”

Home? Oh, his home.

“From tomorrow, you can go out, but make sure you don’t go to see the policeman. If you don’t get in trouble for me, I won’t restrict your freedom.”

Hearing that, Kate opened her eyes but accidentally saw his naked breasts and turned her eyes away hurriedly. The next second she exclaimed, “You didn’t wear one?”

Tristan asked on purpose, “Wear what?”

She didn’t answer but blushed, not knowing out of shyness or because of the steam.

He gave her a harder push, and she cried out. He then said, “I know what I am doing.”

Kate cursed inside. “Know what you are doing? Get that disgusting thing on my legs? Morbid.”