All Chapters of His Dangerous Possession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

TRISTAN What am I doing here?I've asked myself this question a million times. I don't have any answer. I look around the gay bar, my eyes darting towards every corner. This is the biggest gay bar in New York City and for coming here…. Well, I think I'm losing my mind.‘Listen Tristan, I like you, but I don't feel the connection between us. Can we break up?’ The break up part didn't get to me until she said, ‘Maybe you should try visiting a gay bar.’I scoff at the memory. Why the fuck did I listen to her and come to the gay bar one week after our break up. What makes me think that I'm gay? Yeah, I always steal glances at my teammates naked body. But that was it. I don't feel attracted to them.Yeah?Fuck! Whatever. I mean they are handsome and it's not bad to check out a handsome man. That does not mean I want to do anything sexual with them. Unless it was him.Fuck! Why am I thinking about that fucker. I will rather drown in the red sea than have any sexual game with him.I'm not h

TRISTAN I wake up with a heavy headache. I don't think I even sleep for up to three hours. I just couldn't sleep after what happened last night. I thought I was drunk and I would forget everything but no, I remembered every detail. The feel of his lips. The way he kiss and bite and suck. The feel of his mouth on my cock, and the way he swallowed my cum while his green eyes stares into me. How fucking handsome he looked. I couldn't get them out of my head. Everything is clear as the sun and it frustrates me.I groan as I try sitting up. I just want to forget everything. I fucking want to forget about last night, especially the way I ran. I can't believe I chickened out. That's unlike me. Why the fuck did I even go to that bar and why the fuck did I meet him there.I tug and pull on my hair so hard that I feel as if I will pull it out of my skull. I need that pain. Anything to make me stop feeling like a shit right now. Well, I'm not ever going to see him again. Meeting him last night

TRISTAN This is a dream, right? I'm certainly dreaming because this can't be right. I have a feeling that the Smith family dad is talking about is Ryan's family, but I ignore it. They are not the only Smith family in America. But right now, I wish that I listened to my instinct. Well, I don't have a choice. I don't want my baby sister's life to be ruined so I take her place. Dad said they won't mind same sex marriage. The late old Mr. Smith was gay and he married a man. I figured out that I can do it. It's just one year and everything will be over. Dad said that it might not even reach one year. He will try his best to raise the money in a few months. “Wow, you have such a very beautiful son,” Mrs. Smith says with a gleam. I gulp, blink, and turn to her. She has a beautiful smile on her face. She has the same brown hair and green eyes as Ryan. Apart from that, there's not much resemblance. But looking at Mr. Smith, I can see where Ryan got his look. Even old age can't hide his beaut