All Strings Attached

Chapter 16

"If he is going to come here often won't it be better if we all get along?" Gun asked, his face constantly had a sinister smile.

"He won't be coming here again" Bright replied and glared at Win who licked his lips, scared and nodded.

Gun raised his chin and gave Bright a look "If you think I won't find out about you two then you are way wrong and I'll-"

"Bright! Master is waiting for you" A random guy came . Bright struggled for a while and glanced between Gun and Win. Gun won't let him go easily now but he won't hurt him in front of everyone too

Bright looked at Win one more time and without saying another word, he left, leaving Win alone. Win gulped and glanced at Gun who was still staring at him with a scorn on his face.

Mike came to him and smiled, trying to make Win comfortable.

"That is Bright's jacket?" Mike asked and Gun's eyes widened as if he just noticed it. Win nodded and sneakily glanced at Gun.

Purposely, he hugged the jacket closer to his own self just to see Gun frown getting deeper. A small cheeky smile appeared on Win's lips but soon he let it go. He didn't feel like getting punched today.

"And why do you have his jacket?" Gun asked, his voice containing venom.

"He forgot it at my place few nights ago" Win stated, looking at Gun.

Gun stayed quiet, gritting his teeth.

"Why was he at your place at night?" Gun asked after a while, his voice a mixture of taunt and anger. Win looked at him for a second before lowering his eyes, chosing not to answer.

One can guess on their own.

The environment between them stayed tense as no one spoke anymore. Win sat down on the nearby bench as Mike went back to his work.

Win let out a breath and looked at his lap. He just brought this on his own self. How come he didn't know it was not a good idea to come here? Win picked up a lose thread on his trousers.

He felt someone sitting besides him. Win looked to his side and was startled when he saw Gun sitting too close to him.

He immediately tried to get up when Gun held his arm, pulling him back to sit .

"Where are you going?" Gun asked, giving him a cold smile. Win gulped and looked around. He couldn't find Bright anywhere near.

"Sit down" Gun said, pushing Win back on bench. Win obediently nodded and bite his bottom lip.

Gun had a lit cigarette in his hand. He took a long drag and looked at Win, exhaling the smoke at his face. Win closed his eyes at the rude gesture. Gun looked at him from head to toe and asked

"So how is he in bed?"

Win looked at him with a frown. By him does he mean Bright?

"How is he?" Gun asked again, stressing every word.

Win immediately turned his head, looking front. He felt his cheeks burning at the straightforward question.

"How would I know?"

"What is that suppose to mean?" Gun asked, angry. "You guys are together for only one thing and yet-"

Suddenly Gun stopped talking and stared at Win.