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

Chapter 85: Chapter 85 Too big

The landlord agreed to come over, immediately.

Before long, there was a knock at the door. Alana thought it was the landlord and walked over to open the door.

A tall, slender figure instantly came into view. The man was wearing a red shirt and black dress pants.

His strikingly handsome features and deep, piercing eyes were fixed intently on her.

Alana’s breath caught in her throat, she hadn’t expected it to be him.

She instinctively closed the door.

But the man acted first.

With a slight lift of his foot, he easily pushed the door open. Seeing she couldn’t stop him, Alana instinctively stepped back.

But her slender waist was seized by the man’s long, strong hand, and with a gentle tug, pulling her into his embrace.

The man held Alana close in a clingy embrace, his powerful frame pressed against her petite form.

Half-resisting, half-yielding, the two of them stepped inside, and the door slammed shut.

Alana pressed her hands helplessly against the man’s chest, utterly nervous.

“Ste...Stephan, it’s early in the morning. What are you doing...”

Stephan lowered his gaze, looking at the girl’s flushed cheeks and her soft, delicate body. His eyes were filled with an intense, unmasked desire for her.

“I missed you. So I came to see you.”

Alana bit her lip, thinking to herself, We haven’t even been apart for a whole day.

Stephan raised his long, slender fingers and cupped her fair chin. “Did you take a good look at the abs photo I sent you?”

At the mention of the abs photo, Alana blushed even more.

“Why...why did you send me a photo like that?”

Doesn’t he have any self-respect?

She’d never seen a man act so...so vulgar.

On the surface, he looked so aloof and reserved, but in private, he was like this with her...

Stephan leaned in close, his warm breath deliberately brushing against her delicate cheek. “What do you think it was for?”

Alana’s eyelashes fluttered.

She was too embarrassed to answer.

She wasn’t some clueless fool, how could she not see...that he was seducing her?

She was just pretending not to understand on purpose.

Stephan stared at her beautiful, slightly shy eyes. “When you said you didn’t like it, was that true?”

Alana bit her lip, her mind racing with wild thoughts.

Could it be that he came all the way over just to ask her because of that one sentence she said, that she didn’t like it?

Stephan cupped her chin, applying a little pressure. “Answer me.”

Alana took a deep breath, feigning composure. “I don’t like it. Please don’t send them anymore...”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then why don’t you take another look with your own eyes, so I can see for myself whether you like it or not.”

His dark eyes locked onto hers, intense and focused.

His long fingers lifted the hem of his shirt, then grasped Alana’s delicate hand and slowly placed it there.

Caught off guard, Alana’s slender fingers were pressed against his firm abs.

Her head buzzed, and suddenly she remembered.

In her dream, he had done the same, so forcefully placing her hand on his abs, eagerly demanding that she touch them...

Alana could feel the heat in the palm of her hand growing increasingly scorching.

She couldn’t tell if it was her own body temperature rising or the man’s body becoming fiery hot.

Her fingers trembled, and she couldn’t help but want to pull her hand away.

But he held her hand firmly in place, refusing to let go.

Unable to resist, he lowered his head and bit her delicate, pale earlobe, his voice hoarse to the extreme.

“Tell me, do you like it or not? If you say you like it, you can touch me whenever and however you want from now on.”

Alana’s ear was caught between his teeth, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her. Startled and embarrassed, she tried to pull away, but couldn’t escape.

His dominance left her with nowhere to run.

“Stephan, please don’t do this...What we’re doing is wrong... mmm...”

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were forcefully sealed by his.

He couldn’t bear to hear her refuse him for the umpteenth time .

He wanted her to crave him just as much as he craved her. Alana’s lips were captured by the man’s, locked in a fiery embrace.

Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, offering a slight resistance.

Yet despite her resistance, for some reason, the initial aversion had vanished from her heart. She was a little afraid of this subtle change within herself; it was as if... she was gradually getting used to his kisses.

Suddenly, a few urgent knocks on the door interrupted the couple in the midst of their passionate kiss.

Alana’s dazed eyes snapped back to clarity.

She quickly pushed the man away from her, her breath uneven. “Wait, someone’s coming...”

Stephan furrowed his brow slightly.

Who was so inconsiderate as to disturb people this early in the morning? A warm, friendly voice came from outside the door.

“Alana, are you there?”

“It’s Mark. My Dad just told me your drain is clogged and asked me to come take a look.”

Alana snapped back to reality and remembered the reason for his visit.

She hurriedly explained to the man, “Yes, it’s the landlord’s son. My kitchen drain is clogged, and he’s here to check it out.”

“Go hide in my room first. Don’t come out.”

She couldn’t let the landlord’s son discover that she had a man in her home.

If he found out and word got around, her reputation would be ruined.

She thought to herself that once Mark went to check the kitchen drain, she would send the man out.

Stephan frowned but said nothing.

Outside the door, Mark was still asking if Alana was in there.

Alana replied, “I’m here. Just a moment, I’ll be right there to open the door!”

She hurriedly pushed the man inside, her face betraying her anxiety. “Hurry up and go in!”

Stephan watched the girl frantically pushing him into her room. Though she seemed reluctant, the corners of her mouth were turning up slightly.

Alana pushed Stephan into the room, then quickly shut the door. She was completely out of breath, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her forehead.

Pushing a grown man like him was such a struggle. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and caught her breath before saying,

“Stephan, no matter what you hear in a moment, you’re not allowed to come out. Do you hear me?!”

The man in the room didn’t answer.

But Alana knew full well that he had heard her. She turned around nervously, walked to the door, and opened it.

Sure enough, there stood Mark, the landlord’s kind-hearted, heavyset son.

Alana said apologetically, “Sorry to keep you waiting. The place was a bit messy, so I tidied it up.”

Mark gave a good-natured smile. “No problem, no problem.”

“May I come in now?”

Alana stepped aside. “Come on in.”

Mark had come over before to fix Alana’s drain and replace a broken light bulb, so he

was fairly familiar with the layout of her place.

He walked in, took off his heavy sneakers, and reached for a pair of black slippers on Alana’s shoe rack.

Mark picked up the slippers and looked at them, a bit puzzled.

“Hey, Lana, did you replace your slippers with a new pair?”

Alana was taken aback. “No, I didn’t replaced them.”

“But these slippers look pretty clean, as if no one’s ever worn them. And...”

Mark tossed the black slippers onto the floor and measured them against his own foot; they seemed to be quite a bit too big.