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

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Serve me

Watching as the man piled her bowl high with food, Alana couldn’t help but say,

“Don’t just keep serving me, you should eat too.”

Stephan raised an eyebrow. “Alright, you serve me.”

Alana gasped.

She’d spoken out of turn. This man was so...

She didn’t even know the word to describe him at this point.

They ate the meal in complete silence.

They finished every last bite.

Stephan gave her a casual glance. “You really saved my face. It’s the first time I’ve cooked for a woman, and you cleaned your plate.”

Alana was taken aback.

His first time cooking for a woman?

Did that mean she was the first woman to eat a meal he’d cooked? No, that wasn’t it.

Why was he emphasizing this in front of her?

Could it be that he wanted to prove she was special?

Alana shook her head and offered, “I’ll go wash the dishes.” She reached out to gather the bowls and chopsticks.

The man suddenly raised his hand, stopping her.

Alana looked up at him, a hint of puzzlement flickering in her clear, bright eyes. Stephan’s deep, dark eyes fixed on her, his gaze intense and focused.

“I cooked you a meal. Don’t you think you owe me a little something in return?”

Alana sighed.

What now?

Who asks for a reward like this, and so brazenly at that?

She’d already eaten the meal, if she didn’t give him something, wouldn’t that make her seem ungrateful?

She took a deep breath. “What kind of reward do you want?”

Stephan curved his lips. This time, he didn’t bother asking; he simply leaned down and captured her lips.

Alana’s eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

The moment their lips touched, that soft sensation felt like an electric shock, a tingling sensation that spread throughout her body.

She could also clearly feel the man’s cool, crisp breath, like a feather, brushing against her cheek again and again.

It felt as though it could burrow into her heart and stir it up at will.

Fortunately, the man didn’t choose to deepen the kiss; he merely gently pressed his lips against hers, gave a tender suck, and then released her.

Stephan pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes as deep as the abyss. “Next time I ask you for a favor, be a little more proactive, like this.”

Alana closed her eyes.

She thought to herself, That’s too much.

Stephan gazed at the girl before him with her eyes closed. Even though she hadn’t spoken, he could sense she was cursing him in her heart.

He chuckled softly, reaching up to ruffle her hair. “I’ll wash the dishes. You just sit there. If you’re tired, take a rest.”

After all, he’d been putting her through her paces for quite a while.

He’d been holding it in for a long time and had finally let it all out at once.

Hearing this, Alana stopped being coy. She simply looked at the man as he gathered the bowls and other cutlery set in front of her and took them to the kitchen to wash.

She heard the sound of the faucet turning on and the rush of water coming from the kitchen. Her mind was in a jumble as she pondered her current relationship with Stephan.

She knew that their current situation was very wrong.

She clearly wanted to cut her losses, but he kept clinging to her.

And she didn’t want things to go any further with him. Or perhaps she was afraid of taking things further with him.

She had witnessed her parents’ failed marriage firsthand. She had witnessed their endless arguments.

As a child, she was powerless to intervene; she would hide in a corner, trembling with fear, feeling helpless and tormented.

She remembered one time, late at night, when they were arguing on the street. Then, in a fit of anger, they walked away, leaving her, only four years old, alone on the road, with no one to care for her.

She stood alone in the pitch-black night,

too afraid to walk or even move, feeling utterly lonely and helpless. In the end, it was the police who took her away and personally brought her home.

She remembered that her parents had once been deeply in love. Why, in the end, did they come to loathe each other?

She didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to understand. Even with Cole, it was the same thing.

So she had wanted shut off her emotions now, believing that as long as she avoided romance, she wouldn’t have to go through what her parents had gone through or go through any more pain again..

This was also the reason she had been enjoying his advances. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything for him, it was that she just was too scared of accepting him and watching it blow up in her face.

Just as she was thinking this, the man emerged from the kitchen. Alana’s breath caught, and she felt uneasy again.

A full stomach leads to lust, was he about to make a move on her again?

The more she thought about it, the more her mind raced.

Especially since the explicit scenes from just moments ago, when he’d fucked he’d raw and hard were still vivid in her mind, making her blush and her heart race.

She couldn’t help but stand up and say, “Um, I’m still a little tired. I’m going back to my room to rest.”

But her legs were still too weak; after sitting for so long, she swayed slightly as she stood up. The man moved quickly to catch her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

Stephan lowered his gaze. “Your legs are so weak you can’t even walk. How are you going to get back to your room?”

Alana’s eyes glistened with tears as she couldn’t help but whisper a complaint, “It’s all your fault... you have no self-control...”

He’d taken her so many times in a row, she wasn’t Superwoman, after all. How could she possibly withstand his repeated, relentless...

Stephan held her tighter. He knew his desires were intense, especially when it came to her. So he accepted her complaints and accusations without reservation.

His long fingers gently brushed her soft hair as his gaze fixed on her delicate cheeks, his voice low and hoarse.

“Does it hurt?”

As for where he meant it hurt, even a fool could tell exactly where that was.

Alana bit her lip, her face flushing as she thought to herself, Doesn’t he have the slightest clue whether it hurts or not? After taking her so many times?!

Of course it would hurt!

Stephan raised an eyebrow, as if he’d read her mind. “Do you still have the ointment I prescribed last time?”

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she replied, somewhat embarrassed, “There’s...there’s still a little left.”

In truth, she hadn’t used it very many times at all.

That area was so sensitive and embarrassing that even the slightest touch made her blush.

Stephan stared at her, his thin lips moving slightly. “Bring it out. I’ll apply it for you.”

Her breath caught, and she said urgently, “No, it’s okay. I’ll handle it myself.”

Stephan curved his lips and cupped half her face. “What are you shy about? I’ve seen everything about you, eaten and sucked on your pussy a lot of...”

“I get it! I get it!” She screamed.

He laughed. “Now be a good girl. Let me apply the ointment.”

“Really, really, you don’t have to...I’ll go back to my room and do it myself.”

Alana tried to push away the man holding her, but she couldn’t budge him.

The difference in strength between a man and a woman was just too great.

She couldn’t move him at all.

Stephan simply picked her up. “I’ll carry you back to your room and we’ll talk then.”

Alana couldn’t resist, so she let him have his way.

Her small hands nervously clutched his black shirt, pulling it until it became slightly wrinkled. Suddenly, she realized that the shirt he was wearing wasn’t the red one from yesterday, it was a black one.

He hadn’t left the house yesterday, just like her, so where had this black shirt come from?

Her mind was filled with questions, but she didn’t ask.

Stephan carried the girl back to the bedroom and set her down on the bed.