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

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 No one else

Stephan coaxed her in a low voice.

“Be good. I’ll only kiss you. I won’t touch you until you agree to be my woman.”

Alana gasped.

What does “just kissing her, not touching her” even mean?

Does that even make a difference?

Before they confirmed their relationship, they weren’t even supposed to kiss or hug!

But what he was doing to her was already within the bounds of what normal couples do.

Treating a girl like that before they had even confirmed their relationship? This was just plain harassment!

It showed absolutely no respect for a girl!

So, Alana said very seriously, “Stephan, if you want to act like a creep, go find another woman to do it with, don’t come after me!”

She couldn’t outmaneuver him!

Stephan snorted with a laugh. He wasn’t interested in other women, how could he play games with them?

He asked, “Alana, in your eyes, who would do something like this to you without being a pervert?”

Alana answered instinctively, “Of course, a boyfriend!”

Stephan raised an eyebrow and said earnestly, “Exactly. Since you don’t consider me your boyfriend, if I do this to you, it’s naturally being a hooligan. But if you give me that status, my behavior becomes perfectly reasonable and doesn’t count as harassment.”

She glared at him, momentarily at a loss for words in the face of his twisted logic.

Stephan’s long, slender fingers gripped her chin as his deep, magnetic voice spoke, enunciating each word clearly.

“So, when are you going to give me that status, so I’m no longer just being a hooligan with you?”

A hint of earnestness flashed in the man’s eyes; it seemed he genuinely wanted to claim a legitimate status.

Alana looked into his deep eyes and bit her lip. “I...”

Before she could finish her sentence, the elevator doors suddenly opened.

Realizing what was happening, she pushed the man blocking her path aside and hurried out. She turned back and saw the man she’d shoved into the corner of the elevator, his figure strikingly tall and imposing.

“You think I’d agree to be your girlfriend? You’re dreaming!”

She wasn’t about to do something so foolish, let him use a romantic relationship as an excuse to do whatever he pleased with her!

After all, he was terrifyingly fierce in bed, just thinking about it made her legs go weak.

Plus, every time they were intimate, it would last all night long, and his desire was incredibly intense.

What woman could possibly handle that?

She certainly couldn’t.

If she became his girlfriend, she’d end up dying in his bed sooner or later!

With that, she didn’t look back at the man, but hurried over to the door of Room 513, unlocked it with her key, and was about to step inside and close the door.

But just as she slipped inside, her hand on the doorknob, ready to close the door, a black leather shoe suddenly appeared, blocking the door.

The man’s imposing figure and chiseled, handsome features instantly appeared before Alana.

Alana bit her lip. “Take your foot away!”

Her voice was soft and gentle; even when she spoke angrily, it remained soft and slightly high-pitched, lacking any real force.

Stephan could have easily pushed the door open with just a slight pressure from his foot.

But he didn’t; he simply kept his foot against the door to prevent her from closing it.

He raised an eyebrow at her, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Miss Martin, I’m thirsty. May I come in for a glass of water?”

Watching the man’s deadpan expression, she couldn’t tell if he was serious or just spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Either way, letting this wild wolf into her house would be tantamount to suicide.

So Alana flatly refused, “No!”

Who knew what he might do once he got inside, he might lose all restraint!

The girl stared at him, her face a mask of wariness and vigilance.

Stephan curved his lips into a faint smile. “I wonder which floor the person who wanted to take the elevator just now was on. What if it was your floor? When they come up later and see me standing at your door, tugging at you, who knows what

they’ll think about our relationship...”

Alana couldn’t help but glare at him. “Then move your foot out of the way!”

Stephan seemed to have her completely figured out; he was utterly unfazed.

“If you won’t let me in to get a drink, I’m not moving.”

Alana was furious inside, but there was nothing she could do about him.

She couldn’t beat him, and she couldn’t drive him away by yelling.

Besides, she was afraid that if she made a scene with Stephan at the door, the neighbors would all come out to gawk.

She had no choice but to give in. “Fine, I’ll let you in for a drink of water.”

“Once you’ve finished drinking, you have to leave right away, okay?”

By the end, her tone had taken on a pitiful, pleading quality.

Soft and adorable.

Stephan curled the corners of his lips but didn’t agree. “Let me in first, then we’ll talk.”

Alana pouted, clearly displeased.

But just then, the elevator doors began to open.

Alana’s expression shifted, and she grabbed the man’s wrist, yanking him inside.

The next second, she slammed the door shut.

Then, unable to resist, she pressed her ear against the door, looking as if she’d done something wrong.

But after listening carefully, she heard no sound from outside.

So no one should have seen her drag the man into the room.

Just as she let out a sigh of relief, a new headache arose.

Stephan had already slipped out of her grasp and was sitting right there on her sofa, as if it were his own.

It was as if he’d claimed her little territory as his own.

Watching her act like this in this day and age was actually so funny.

She was such a prude and he was glad that her prudish attitude had led him into her house again.

Alana just wanted to get rid of this giant as quickly as possible. She hurried straight to the kitchen, grabbed a disposable cup, and poured a glass of water.

Stephan took off his black coat, casually draping it over the armrest of the sofa, then sat back down on the girl’s sofa.

He loosened his red tie, crossed his legs, and leaned back against the cushion.

The sofa was soft, clean, and fragrant.

It smelled exactly like the girl herself.

But if they were talking about pleasant scents, the one on her was a bit more direct and fresh. While Alana was in the kitchen getting a glass of water, Stephan couldn’t help but take a look around her small apartment.

The room was still spotless, filled with a youthful, girlish atmosphere.

Moreover, there seemed to be no signs of anyone else having being there.

So, had she been living here alone this past week, with no one else visiting?