Chapter 19: Chapter 19 His problem
Alana couldn’t tell how many rounds they went on and when he finally had his fill.
But by the time he finally let go of her, she was too tired to lift a finger, to even speak.
Stephan who had just had a shower emerged wearing a white robe.
The bed lay in disarray, upon which reclined a woman, naked and pale as jade, her skin smooth and creamy.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her sleep deep and unbroken.
A white sheet draped haphazardly over her, her slender, fair back strewn with suggestive marks.
Even his own body wasn’t spared. He had numerous scratch marks on his body.
The night was thick with darkness.
Sitting on the sofa, he grabbed a cigarette, trying to see if he could calm how tensed he was, plus, his hardened dick.
Yeah, just as he walked out of the bathroom and saw her lying on the bed, he had gotten hard again.
He just couldn’t understand this.
There had been numerous women who had tried to seduce him over the years. Some had even stripped in front of him, but he had no bodily reaction towards them.
But this woman, just one look was like an aphrodisiac on him.
As he began to smoke, he noticed her becoming restless on the bed. Scrunching her nose and weakly tossing around.
He figured the smell must make her uncomfortable.
Frowning, he crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and leaned against the sofa.
Recalling what had just transpired, a faint pang of regret washed over him. How had he lost control so completely, bedding a
woman already taken?
What difference was there between this and being the male paramour who seduced a married woman into infidelity?
He never saw himself sleeping with someone who was taken.
He should feel pathetic.
But truth be told, tonight’s experience far surpassed that drunken night, it was far more addictive and mind-blowing.
Stephan drew a deep breath, strode to the bed, lay down, and drew the sleeping woman into his embrace.
He gazed at her flushed cheeks, "Why not ditch that boyfriend of yours and come with me instead? I’ll treat you well." He heard himself saying.
Alana murmured softly, "No, don’t..."
Her eyes remained closed, clearly immersed in a dream where she was being tormented and ravaged by a man for hours.
Stephan, however, misinterpreted her reaction, his gaze darkening.
Did she care that much about her boyfriend?
They’d already been intimate, yet she still didn’t want to part with that boyfriend?
Fine, he might have tired her out but there were times, a lot of times she had seemed to genuinely liked the sex.
She had held onto him and asked for more.
Why would she shamelessly cheat on her boyfriend?
If she could cheat on her boyfriend, shouldn’t she just break up with him?
An inexplicable emotion weighed heavily on Stephan’s heart, leaving him distinctly
uncomfortable.
"As you wish."
Gritting his teeth, as if to vent his unease, he seized the girl’s chin and bit down hard on her lip.
He would leave his mark everywhere for that boyfriend of hers to see.
********
When Alana came awake, she was disoriented.
The unfamiliar room, the unfamiliar bedding, every detail reminded her that yesterday’s events were no dream.
She had indeed slept with that man again.
But since she had initiated it, Alana didn’t dwell on it much, accepting it all with surprising calm.
Though she couldn’t help but inwardly grumble.
Was he a dog in heat?
He’d nibbled her so fiercely again, and demanded so much.
She’d intended to leave once it was over, but the man simply wouldn’t let her go.
It wasn’t until well into the night that it finally ended.
By that late hour, she was too exhausted to walk anywhere.
She could only lie on his bed, letting herself drift off to sleep.
Alana bit her lip, trying to climb out of bed.
But a strong, muscular arm was draped across her waist, holding her firmly in place.
She couldn’t help but grasp the man’s arm, carefully maneuvering it aside.
Then she slowly rose, preparing to step down from the bed.
As her pale feet touched the floor, a sleepy voice, thick with nasal resonance, sounded from behind her.
"Running off again?"
Alana startled, turning to find the man had awakened at some point.
He was leaning against the headboard, his deep, intense eyes fixed on her.
His face possessed top-tier bone structure, chiseled, superior, and sharply defined, a handsomeness that seemed almost unreal.
Below, the duvet barely covered his lower body, revealing a bare torso with solid, sensual muscle definition.
Alana noticed the marks she had left behind and flushed, quickly averting her gaze.
"I just want to get home quickly."
Stephan frowned slightly. "And you were about to leave without a word?"
Last time too, she’d slipped away without a word, leaving him to wake up to an empty room. He’d even braced himself for her to demand money, only for her to leave without taking a penny.
Now she intended to slip away again?
Alana bit her lip. "We’re not that close."
Stephan scoffed. "After all that, we’re still not close?"
Alana’s face flushed crimson as she stammered, "Well, that’s different..."
Stephan countered, "How is it different? You haven’t done it with your boyfriend, yet you did it with me. Doesn’t that make me more familiar with you than he is?"
She bit her lip again. Why was he bringing up that non-existent boyfriend of hers? They clearly had no relationship whatsoever.
"I... really must be off now."
Stephan snorted dismissively, suppressing the strange flutter stirring within him. "Go then. At least you won’t feel I’m keeping you hostage here."
Alana sighed.
She didn’t have that kind of thought though.
She just...didn’t know what to say.
Staying any longer would just be awkward for them, would it not?
"My... my skirt..."
At that moment, Alana clutched a thin quilt to her chest, her back completely bare and unclothed.
Stephan observed her coy, coyish manner and gave a light snort. "Your skirt’s downstairs. I took it off yesterday and tossed it on the floor in the living room remember?"
"Oh, okay."
She wrapped herself in the quilt and stepped off the bed. However, there was only one blanket. As she wrapped herself in it to get out of bed, the tiny scrap of fabric covering the man vanished instantly.
Alana inadvertently caught a glimpse, and by sheer coincidence, her eyes fell upon something she shouldn’t have seen. Her gaze froze instantly.
Even though she had seen it before, she was still shocked by the size.
And worse, it seemed to be hard.
What was his and that thing’s problem?
She gasped, her face flushing crimson as she averted her gaze.
She hurriedly scrambled off the bed and fled the room in haste.
Stephan watched the girl’s flustered retreat, his brow furrowing.
What was she running from?
As if that part of him were terrifying.
Was she moaning and writhing last night while asking for more?
Sighing, he looked downwards at his erection.
"What is your problem?" He asked out loud.
It had been the entire night, and he still hadn’t managed to satisfy this thing.
**********
Only after descending the stairs did Alana realise her dress had been torn, utterly unwearable.
What should she do?
Having arrived in such haste yesterday, she hadn’t even considered packing a change of clothes. Moreover, she’d assumed she’d be able to return that night, who could have imagined she’d be
staying until the following day?
With no other option, she wrapped herself in the duvet and returned to the man’s bedroom. Upon entering, the man who had been lying on the bed moments before now stood, methodically dressing himself.
The black shirt and trousers restored him to his impeccably dressed, distinguished and handsome self.
Not a trace remained of the wild, lustful energy he’d exuded in bed.
Stephan slowly buttoned his shirt, lifting his gaze to meet the woman who had returned. His eyes deepened slightly.
"I thought you already left?"
Alana stood awkwardly by the doorway, unable to meet the man’s gaze. "My skirt... you tore it. I have nothing to wear out."
Stephan’s tone was cool. "I don’t have women’s clothes here."
Alana bit her lip. "Then... could you... help me buy one? Anything will do."
Stephan scoffed. "We’re not close. Why would I buy clothes for you?"
He glanced at her. "Why not ask your boyfriend to buy it for you?"
Alana was speechless.
"Or is it that you’re afraid he’ll find out you stayed here all night?"
Her face flushed. "Don’t say any more..."
Stephan raised an eyebrow. "What? You genuinely fear him finding out? And then breaking up with you?"
He silently added in his mind. ’Best if he actually did.’
Alana bit her lip. "Fine, if you won’t buy it for me, I’ll manage on my own. If need be, I’ll just slip out wrapped in a blanket."
She turned and walked away.
She walked rather briskly, seemingly sulking.
What a jerk!
Stephan, as if possessed, quickened his pace, seized her slender, pale wrist, and yanked her back.
"Why the sudden haste? I never said I wouldn’t buy it for you."
Leaving wrapped in a blanket like that? didn’t she fear being seen? What nonsense!
Upon hearing the man offer to buy it for her, Alana didn’t play coy. She murmured softly,
"Thank you."
She still found him a jerk though.
Stephan inquired, "What size do you take?"
"Size M."
"And your underwear?"
Alana swallowed. Did he really have to ask that?
Stephan found her tendency to blush at the slightest provocation both endearing and rather amusing. "I’ve never bought such things for a woman before. I’m rather inexperienced."
"No, no need to buy any. The underwear... it hasn’t been torn... it can still be worn..." Alana murmured softly, her voice sweet and delicate, utterly tantalizing.
Stephan clenched his jaw slightly. He should have torn her panties to shreds
yesterday.
"Wait here. I’ll be back shortly."
He released her wrist and strode away.
Alana stood rooted to the spot, feeling somewhat at a loss.
In the end, she resolved to wait for him in his bedroom.
However, the bedroom hadn’t been tidied yet. It was in disarray, littered with traces of sex from the night before.
The more she looked around, the redder her face grew. It had been utterly wild.
***********
Alana didn’t have to wait long before Stephan returned.
He strolled into the bedroom, one hand in his pocket and the other carrying a bag.
He saw the room, which had been in disarray moments ago, now tidy and orderly. The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and the used tissues scattered on the floor were now stuffed into the bin.
He looked at Alana, who sat on the sofa looking slightly flustered. "Did you do this?"
Alana bit her lip, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry, I just thought it was too messy, so..."
Truthfully, seeing those items had reminded her of last night’s events. To prevent further rumination, she’d tidied everything away.
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