She liked it rough

Charles looked at Maria in surprise. He was confident in his own skills. If Maria started the game, even if he couldn't pocket all the balls, he was confident of pocketing at least half. But Maria wanted him to start it. She might hand over their only chance of winning to their opponents.

Seeing his look, Maria smiled. She raised her hand to pat his shoulder, “Don't worry, hit hard. Leave the rest to me.”

Charles, “...”

Shouldn't such domineering and confident words be his lines?

Maria’s fingers squeezed his shoulder hard, "Go on. Remember to hit hard."

So she liked it rough...

Huh...

Charles chuckled softly, taking his cue and walking to the pool table.

A glance at the rack, he took the cue ball. Then he placed it directly on the edge of the table, using the cue ball to aim for the middle of the rack's slope. Afterwards, he bent, his left hand supporting the cue, his eyes aiming for the middle of the stack of red balls. Suddenly, his right hand exerted force. With a ‘boom’, after the