Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 145

**Chapter 145: We Need to Talk**

**Deanna’s POV:**

As I stood before Luis, an unsettling knot twisted in my stomach. The remnants of our heated argument from earlier that day echoed in my mind like a persistent drumbeat, making it difficult to find my voice. How was I supposed to confront him now, in the aftermath of our clash?

Before I arrived, I had rehearsed my approach in my head, convincing myself, “Just treat him like a sugar daddy. This is purely a duty, nothing more.” Yet, the instant I laid eyes on him, my pulse quickened against my better judgment.

Perhaps it was his undeniable allure that stirred something within me. His torso was bare, glistening with droplets of water from a recent shower, and the way he carried himself exuded a dangerously captivating alpha energy. Even in my anger, I found it impossible to ignore the striking combination of his chiseled features and sculpted physique, which somehow softened the edges of his notorious temper.

Luis placed his glass on the counter with a soft thud, and a playful smirk danced on his lips. “I know you like what you see,” he drawled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But could you at least control where you’re looking?”

A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks as I realized I had been staring unabashedly. Who could blame me? He was standing there draped in nothing more than a towel, practically daring me to look away.

Just then, a firm knock echoed from the door, breaking the charged silence.

“Mr. Eaton, your dinner has arrived.”

I turned my head to see two chefs in crisp white uniforms wheeling in a cart laden with culinary delights.

Luis lifted his chin, a silent command for them to enter. The chefs rolled the cart into the room, meticulously arranging dish after dish on the table. The rich aromas wafting from the plates enveloped the room, tantalizing my senses and making my stomach growl in response.

Once they had finished setting up, they bowed respectfully and quietly retreated, closing the door behind them.

“Come eat,” Luis beckoned, his voice low and inviting, drawing me closer.

I glanced at the table, my stomach protesting the delay. The sight of the sumptuous feast was too tempting to resist. With a resigned sigh, I walked over, settled into my chair, and focused on satisfying my hunger.

After a few moments of quiet munching, Luis’s voice broke the stillness. “Deanna, feed me.”

I nearly choked on my food, caught off guard by his audacity. I stared at him, incredulous.

“You have hands. Why on earth would you need me to do that?” I asked, bewildered.

Without missing a beat, he countered, “Because that’s your duty as my girlfriend.”

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