A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate didn’t go to the bath. She sat on the couch immediately, feeling her body transition from trembling to numbness. She didn’t know how many hours had passed.

She was used to sleeping early and getting up early, and she became drowsy. While half dreaming and half awake, Kate felt somebody touch her on the shoulder.

She woke up immediately and saw Tristan standing in front of her and reprimanding her. “Why not go to bed?”

Looking at her clothes, he frowned. “Not taking a shower yet? Hurry up. Go take a shower.”

Seeing no reaction from her, Tristan laughed, “Need my help?”

He reached his hand to Kate, but before he touched her, she jumped up like she was being burnt. “No, I will do it myself.”

After she took a shower and came out, Tristan was sitting on the couch with his dark night-robe. His hair was wet; obviously, he had taken a bath in the other bathroom. Tristan’s dress made him different from how he usually appeared but not less scary. On the contrary, it made Kate more alert in such an environment.

The next second, Kate was shocked. She saw him playing with a white cell phone.

“It rang all the time just now.” He explained carelessly and then raised his head to look at her. “The policeman gave this to you?”

“You saw him again?” It sounded more like an assertive sentence than a question.

Kate didn’t answer.

Tristan continued slowly. “One is so devoted, and one is so considerate. I am almost moved to tears.” And then he changed. “But you seemed to forget what I said.”

As he said that, Tristan threw his hand backward gracefully, and there was a white shadow flying over in the air, and it fell on the corner of the room. Kate chased it with eyes, and she moved to it too, but she just ran one step before his arm stopped her.

Tristan’s action was too fast, and it happened in just a tenth of a second.

Kate was thrown into the bed and bounced on the soft mattress.

When her body met the mattress, the memory of that horrible night came back to her. Her will to revolt was woken up. Kate shouted, “Why should I mind you? I have the freedom to see who I want to see.”

Tristan looked at her from above and spoke as a matter of fact. “I am entitled to do so. You are mine.”

“I am not.” Kate denied.

Tristan smiled and said gently, “How old are you? You have such a poor memory. Let me help you recall it.”

He bent down to her. Kate struggled in anger and didn’t stop speaking, “I am not. It is true I owe you one hundred thousand dollars, but I have not sold myself to you for a whole life. You don’t get to decide my life. I don’t want to stay here…”

As she was speaking, Tristan put his hand on her neck and put a finger against her lips. “Hush.”

“Good to know you owe me. It is time to pay now.”

Seeing her want to open her mouth again, he changed his face and said, “Don’t make me be harsh.”

It was a threat.

Having seen his viciousness and brutality, Kate believed he could break her neck easily if he wanted. And she could imagine his face if he did it-that would be expressionless.

The threat worked immediately.

The man started to unbutton her top. He did it with care and even like a gentleman.

Soon Kate was completely naked.

She had never been fully nude in front of a male. His gaze itself made her feel shameful. She said, “Turn off the light,” in a way between pleading and order.

It was ignored. And she had to put her hand on the face to cover the light.

Kate was quite skinny, and it was even more accentuated when she laid down. Fortunately, her shape was feminine enough to offset the weak point. Her belly was moving up and down because of her anxiety.

Tristan put his hand on it, and it stopped moving immediately. Looking down from above, her ribs were visible, and her breasts were flat. Indeed, they were too flat.

He put his palm on one side of her breast and slowly closed his fingers, and felt a small bulge under his palm.

He frowned and muttered, “It is small.” And then he seemed to unconsciously rub the pink tip with his thumb as its owner trembled and made a muffled sound.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.