Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Teasing her to no end

Alana’s breath caught in her throat. She had no choice but to confessed.

Alana: I didn’t throw it away.

How spineless.

Stephan suddenly imagined the girl on the other end of the phone looking aggrieved and resentful, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Stephan: Good girl, you even know to wash your man’s underwear. Don’t worry, I’ll wash yours just as carefully, scrubbing them over and over by hand until they’re

spotless.

Alana was too embarrassed to face his reply; she turned off the screen and buried her flushed face deep into the pillow.

Stephan very carefully rinsed her underwear several times.

The girl’s underwear were washed spotless by him, leaving them fragrant and soft.

The fabric felt soft and fluffy, like cotton candy, so soft he couldn’t bear to put them down. After washing the underwear, he hung them on a hanger.

Hanging on the balcony, they fluttered in the breeze.

He could see them whenever he wanted.

After hanging them up, he took a photo and sent it to Alana.

Stephan: Taking charge of washing his girlfriend’s underwear is a man’s sense of responsibility. A boyfriend with this kind of sense of responsibility is hard to find even with a lantern. Cherish him while you can, once this opportunity passes, it won’t come again.

Alana didn’t reply.

But Stephan knew she had definitely seen it.

She must have even shyly buried her face in the pillow.

The man, his scheme having succeeded, smirked and headed to the bathroom in high spirits to take a cold shower.

*********

Stephan was right, Alana had seen it after all.

Even though she knew the image he sent wasn’t anything good, she just couldn’t help herself and clicked on it.

Once she clicked it, well...

She saw her own panties fluttering on the man’s balcony, with his gray boxer briefs hanging right next to it.

It looked just like a scene from a porn movie.

Add to that the man’s shameless text.

Alana couldn’t help but cover her eyes with her hands.

It was...just too much to bear.

******

An hour later.

Stephan emerged from the bathroom.

He was wearing the bathrobe Alana had worn the night before.

The robe hadn’t been washed; it still carried the scent of her skin.

A faint, delicate scent of jasmine. Now, the bathrobe she had worn was draped over him.

For some reason, it felt as though she were holding him in her arms, caressing him wildly.

Stephan’s lips curved into a faint smile as he lay back down on the bed where she had slept the night before and pulled the covers over himself.

The bedding smelled sweet, completely enveloped in the girl’s scent.

So satisfying.

But that wasn’t the best part.

Because he hadn’t yet succeeded in holding her in his arms every night as they fell asleep.

Two more days.

In two days, she’ll be dumping that boyfriend of hers.

Hmm, he could seize the opportunity to replace him and make her his for good.

The late night was particularly agonizing.

Especially when enveloped by the scent of jasmine, so distinctly feminine.

The lights went out.

Stephan slowly closed his eyes, turned and wrapped his hand around his cock.

Damn it, he had just wanked in the bathroom!

It was never enough since he met that woman!

His breathing grew heavy as he stroke his cock over and over again.

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For two days straight, Alana had been deliberately avoiding Stephan, so she hadn’t seen him at all.

Although she hadn’t seen him, he would send her messages from time to time, asking about her and teasing her.

For example, texts like...

[Is your knee injury almost healed yet?]

[Has it gotten wet and inflamed? Remember to apply the ointment on time.]

He would even force her to send him photos when she was about to apply the ointment, so he could check on her himself.

If she didn’t send them, he would threaten to storm over to her place and apply the ointment himself, and so on.

Alana was completely at his mercy; whatever he demanded, she did.

She felt utterly helpless, as if she’d ended up with a troublesome “daddy.”

She was under his control every single moment.

Even though he wasn’t physically there, his presence was still very much felt.

And she didn’t seem to mind being controlled by him like this.

In fact, she even felt a faint sense of warmth.

Alana felt a bit melancholy, unsure whether this way of thinking was good or bad.

Stephan had indeed been quite busy these past few days. The company had just landed a major contract, and he was working overtime to handle it, all while dealing with his mother nagging about marriage.

Cynthia called him to ask how his conversation with Darla had gone.

Did he have any plans to take things further?

As if!

Stephan didn’t even have Darla’s contact information, let alone have a conversation

with her.

He didn’t even bother responding to Cynthia. If she wanted to make a fuss, she could go ahead and do it on her own.

After all, in her eyes, he was nothing but a wayward son. So he’d just play the role of the wayward son.

Today was the third day of his scheduled meeting with Alana.

He specifically instructed Vance to cancel all his social engagements for tonight. He planned to head home right after work and wait for her to come to him.

A friend had a gathering tonight and invited him to join. He turned that down too.

Gary texted him right away.

Gary:[What’s going on? I’m hosting tonight’s party, and you’re not coming? Have you lost all love for your friend?]

Stephan replied leisurely.

Stephan: [What love could I possibly have for a single guy like you?]

Gary: [Ha, I’m so damn amused I’m laughing. Aren’t you a single guy too? How

dare you call me that!]

Stephan raised an eyebrow.

Stephan:[Not for much longer.]

[Tonight, wait for the news that I’ve successfully found a girlfriend. When that happens, I’ll treat you all to a big round of drinks.]

Gary frowned. [Wait, no, did you actually become the other man?!]

[Make sure I’m at the head table then!]

[Otherwise, I’ll tell everyone that you, the mighty Young Master Stephan Hudson is nothing but a home-wrecker who steals other men’s girlfriends and climbs the social ladder as a male mistress!]

Stephan narrowed his dark eyes and simply replied.

Stephan: Get lost.

Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.

**********

After work, Alana took a taxi to the Ford Estate.

She deftly unlocked the door to Luca’s apartment and called out softly. “Ollie! Jerry!”

No sooner had she spoken than a cat and a dog enthusiastically pounced on her.

Alana was just about to bend down to pet them.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, catching her attention.

She stared, instantly stunned. “Lu...Luca?You’re back?”

Luca, dressed in a gray tracksuit and wearing black-rimmed glasses, gave a faint smile when he saw Alana.

“Yeah, I just got off the plane, came home, and had barely changed when you showed up.”

Alana was surprised. “No, wait, didn’t you say you were going on a business trip for a

month? How did you suddenly...”

Luca gave a shy smile. “I was supposed to be away for a month, but something came up here, so I rushed back. We’ll talk about it once I’ve taken care of this.”

Anyway, he’d arranged for his assistant to handle things there, and since he really couldn’t manage everything on his own, it wouldn’t be too late for him to head back out.

“Oh, well... um...”

Alana glanced down at the cat and dog, feeling a bit uneasy.

Does that mean she won’t be able to come over for her part-time job anymore?

After all, the owner of the house was back, so there was no need for her to keep coming over to look after the cat and dog.

Luca seemed to have guessed her thoughts. He smiled and said, “You should keep coming over to help me take care of these two. I’ll be very busy for a while and might not have time to take them for walks or anything.”