A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Tristan saw half a dozen colorful shirts among the row of dark and white shirts when he was picking the clothes for tomorrow in his closet. He frowned.

Kate, who passed by, explained in time, “I bought these for you. Your clothes are too dark and dull.”

So she bought him a red one? And even one with a gold line?

Tristan cursed inside but said calmly, “Don’t bother to buy things for me. You just shop for yourself.”

“I bought quite a few too.” Kate lifted one to his face and said showily, “Is it nice?”

Nice. Quite a match for the red shirt. Tristan commented inside and said without change of expression, “All outerwear?”

Kate nodded and heard him say, “Buy some underwear for yourself next time.”

“Better with leopard print. I like those.”

Tristan glimpsed her, bit her lips, then put the clothes back, and walked away.

Tristan laughed lightly. He picked the few colorful shirts he wanted to toss it away, but on second thought, he put them back on one side of his closet.

In the bedroom, Kate was sitting at the dresser and combing her hair absent-mindedly. Later she detected Tristan was looking at her from behind and that the way he looked was a little different than usual. It was a sign of something.

Her heart started to beat faster.

She took her time getting to bed. As soon as she was in bed, she was pulled by his arm and kissed on the forehead and nose, and he even sniffed the smell of her hair.

Feeling her body stiff, he said, “How many times have we done it? Still scared?”

She could not help feeling scared. It was lucky that the frequency of having sex was not so high for the past few months she lived here.

But probably because the impact of the first time was so big and horrible that her body rejected it automatically. Every time she had to experience it, she was like facing a formidable enemy.

Tristan’s body was covering hers. With one hand supporting him, he bent down to kiss her neck and reached his other hand between her legs. His hand stroked her through the fabric.

Hearing his breath grew heavier, Kate swallowed and asked him to stop suddenly. She turned and opened the drawer of the nightstand, took out a pack with boxes of condoms.

“You bought them?” Tristan raised his eyebrows.

She nodded and arranged them on the bed, said, “I don’t know your size. I bought from small to extra large, one pack a size. You try one by one to see which size is appropriate?”

Tristan’s face darkened. Try one by one? Who did she think he was? He picked one large pack and threw the others to the floor.

Knowing what he would do next, Kate put her hand to her eyes.

And then she heard some strange noise and felt the hot body get closer and the hotter part reaches her thigh. The thin rubber film couldn’t stop the heat from getting to her. Instead, the unfamiliar feeling due to the object made her even scared. At the last moment, she cried out again, “Wait.”

Tristan said impatiently, “What is it this time?”

“I need to go to the toilet.”

His desire was burning, and he was going to burst, so he said, “Hold it.”

“No, no, no. I cannot hold it. I would pee in the bed if I did not go.”

Tristan had that scene in his mind and felt chilly. He turned and lay aside, “Go. Be quick.”

Seeing her taking her time getting out of the bed, he kicked her on the butt gently and urged, “Speed up.”

Shit. This hateful girl kept torturing him. He would have a problem with this.

Kate spent a lot of time in the bathroom on purpose. She thought of the ad about medicine for frequent and urgent urination and laughed silently. When she got out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see that that man wasn’t in bed.

Nobody else was in the bedroom.

She walked out of the bedroom. Nobody was in the living room. And his study was in darkness. She was curious. Where could he be? Still, wearing that condom?

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She pushed the door open and saw he was sitting at her desk. His face was dark, and luckily he was dressed in pajamas. He lifted up her notebook and asked solemnly, “What is this?”