Chapter 80
Stephanie's Point of View
Alex passed his sharp, scrutinizing gaze over my body, which was trembling under the covers like a bird drenched by rain. Before I could conjure any weak excuse, he spoke cold words that shook my core and shattered what remained of my composure: "If you want to masturbate and satisfy yourself, Stephanie... do it right in front of me, clearly. There's no need for this blanket."
He returned to the sofa and sat with terrifying calmness, as if watching a play and waiting for the opening act. My eyes widened from the sudden shock; I felt a crimson heat of shame dye my face, neck, and chest, while my hand froze in its embarrassing position.
"What?" I whispered in total disorientation, unable to believe he was asking this of me publicly.
He repeated his demand with a firmer tone, leaning his perfect, naked torso against the back of the sofa.
