My Billionaire Husband

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 on 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 f.u.c.k.i.n.g 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."

"…"

"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 seemed not 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 circ.u.mstances, especially in the bathroom, this was unbecoming.

She didn't dare to open her eyes. She felt that Tristan was n.a.k.e.d. 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 n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts 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."

***

Kate sat on a bench in the square, enjoying her freedom.

Freedom was something that the existence of can never be felt except by a soul who has been imprisoned.

Early in the morning, refusing to go with the driver, Kate walked herself along the coastal avenue to the nearest bus stop. She felt the hard plastic seat of the bus was familiar and comfortable to her.

She went to the supermarket first. Kate had not seen her co-workers for many days, and she missed them. She even missed the shelves with various kinds of merchandise.

Kate didn't say anything about her current situation, but even a fool could see through it. In a prosperous city like LA, the story of rags to riches had played millions of times. Somebody showed admiration, somebody said congratulations.

But she was jealous of them. Every cent they made was clean. They slept with a clean conscience.

John, who had broken up with his girlfriend, was there too. They said he had just come back to work. He still was not in the mood for work. And he wasn't so casual and well acquainted with Kate, let alone making jokes with her.

Kate realized that those days when she had been one of them were gone forever.

Then John accompanied her to her house.

Her heart had all kinds of feeling mixed together, standing in the apartment she had lived in for a few months.

She seemed to hear the laughter that night when Max first came. They cooked seafood and lay on their beds with a wall between them, and talked all night about dreams and painful memories.

And she recalled, she lost her v.i.r.g.i.n.i.t.y in that bed later.

Kate opened the wardrobe, and she was at a loss. She wasn't sure where these things would go, as well as where she was heading.

John, who stood aside, said, "Then don't move."

Seeing Kate's puzzled face, he said, "That man, you know how long you will be with him? In case things change, it is better to have somewhere to stay."

"But…"

"This apartment belongs to our family."

Kate was startled."No one needs it anyway. You can keep your things here. Some day if you feel upset, you can come here to stay for a while."

Kate's eyes reddened. John said frankly, "I was angry when I heard about it. But on second thought, it was not easy for you. Everyone has the right to choose the life they want. In my mind, you will always be a good girl."

Kate couldn't help crying out. She had an outburst of all the pain and sorrow she suppressed inside. John patted her on the back and said, "Don't be stupid."

Kate treated John to lunch, and afterward, John went back to work. Kate got on the bus again, and her delight for the regained freedom was gone. She had nowhere to go. She followed a crowd of people getting off at one stop. And here she came.

It was square-built just last year. A lot of huge and unique sculptures, vast grassland, musical fountains, giant trees, and shrubs formed in various shapes.

Kate found a seat to sit down and be the audience of the live show.

Some seniors were walking or sunbathing. Young people were lying on the grass chatting or reading, or playing with a cell phone. Kids were running around. It was a harmonious world.

Kate sat there for hours, from afternoon to dusk, until her phone rang. It was Tristan.

"Where are you?"

She thought about it and told him the name of the place.

Just after she hung up, a voice came from her back. "I saw you in the car from a distance."

She turned and saw Tristan.

He looked delightful. He asked with a smile, "Don't you feel cold sitting here?"

She shook her head. "It is not cold. The sun is warm."

"The sun has set. And the wind is freezing."

He moved closer to her and hugged her. "Not cold in this way."

His breath had the smell of alcohol and smoke. She found he was a little different today. His eyes were droopy, and his attitude was too good to be true. It wasn't like him.

Tristan kissed her on the earlobe and asked, "What did you do today?"

It sounded more like an interrogation than the chatting of lovers.

Kate stiffened and replied to his questions. Tristan was not in the mood to listen to her; instead, he looked to the distance and gave her a pinch on the cheek from time to time while his hand clung onto her shoulder.

Kate felt awkward and nervous, worrying the drunk would do something indecent. She dodged a little and asked, "Are we going back now?"

"Stay with me here for a while."

Tristan behaved himself and sat with his arm on her shoulder, looking at the crowd in the middle of the square.

A boy about three or four years old was learning to roller-skate. He wore a helmet, kneecaps, and elbow pads and slid across the ground airily. There was a step about a dozen feet away, and he didn't notice it or slow down, so he fell on his face.

Kate gave out a cry when he fell. His grandma ran over and helped him up. "Are you ok, baby?" "I am alright, grandma." The boy said.

Kate smiled at the cozy kinship. She felt he fixed his eyes on her face. Her smile faded, and her stare moved away.

"I had a social engagement today and drank a little too much. I was on my way back to the office when I suddenly caught sight of you sitting here." Tristan explained why he showed up here, or he might be just talkative after drinking.

He held her hand and frowned. "What season is it? Why is your hand so freezing?"

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He grabbed her other hand and wrapped them with his big hands, and squeezed them. His hands were dry and warm like a heater. Kate felt some kind of current flow from her fingertips to her body.

It was weird. But it was probably an illusion.

But this intimate behavior still made Kate uncomfortable. Her body stiffened. And she shivered sometimes. He asked again, "Feeling cold?"

She replied, yes.

"Let's get back." Tristan pulled her up. He was probably drunk. He staggered when he stood up and moved to Kate's side, and she supported him with her arms in instinct.

When they turned back, Kate was dumbfounded.

A few yards away stood a person. He was looking at her in surprise.

Jimmy. It was Jimmy, wearing civilian clothes.

"It is you." He said.

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Dearest Lovies,

Allow me to great you a prosperous new year. Xīnnián kuàilè. Gong Xi Fa Cai! 

Love Lots, 

Anna Shannel Lin