CHAPTER 11: PERVERT

“Ouwwww!” she yawned as she opened her eyes groggily, familiarly stretching her arms before she stopped midway.

“Oh, my goodness! Where the heck am I again?” she blurted out in surprise. The yawn and stretching stopped halfway.

‘Am I getting a habit of waking up in other people’s houses nowadays?’ she couldn’t help but lament as she threw the silky and comfortable covers away from her body.

Looking at herself as soon as the covers were off, she sighed with relief, seeing that nothing had happened once again.

However, “What am I wearing?” she couldn’t help but ask out loud as she looked at the silk nightwear she was wearing.

Upon seeing that nightwear which had a lot of lace and seemed as if it was made from a see-through material somehow, Braelyn could literally see her skin and everything inside.

“Damn! Did I meet a pervert?” she cried helplessly as she climbed down the bed to look at herself properly.

When she stood, the nightwear reached her knees, but that didn’t make it conservative at all. The nightwear, which was supposed to be moderate or at least conservative, looked more deadly than the pajamas she knew.

She looked around and saw three doors. Assuming that the room was just like the suite, the door farther from where she was, she assumed that the door would take her out of the room. Which wasn’t what she wanted. There was no way she was going anywhere dressed like that.

So, she was left with two choices and she began to check them out despite her discomfort at wearing little in a stranger’s house.

The first door she found luckily belonged to the en-suite bathroom. When she stepped inside, her eyes widened like saucers while her mouth was agape, as if someone had forced an egg into it.

She simply gawked with mixed emotions as the luxury of a place for bathing and defecating was simply way over the top for her.

One thing was for sure, whoever home she was at, the person was loaded. A good candidate for her scheme. Thinking about candidates, when she blacked out, she was with Ronan. Was it possible that it was him who brought him to such a place?

And if it was him, why did he dress her in such a very …… revealing and sexy nightwear? She wondered as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her cheeks and ears reddening at seeing how slutty she looked.

Braelyn was very confident with her body honestly, otherwise, she wouldn’t have worked as a model. It was also because her body was good and her face too pretty that she devised a means to protect herself and made herself look very ordinary even in the face of her scumbag boyfriend.

And now, looking at herself wearing something she had never worn before, looking at her nipples that were visible through the material and those lace panties that literally didn’t even hide her round ass from the back, she felt very ashamed.

Whoever had changed her into this was truly a pervert, but who was that pervert?

Setting the pervert issue aside, Braelyn knew that changing was a waste of time as she couldn’t even see a single bathrobe in the bathroom or the clothes she had been wearing earlier. In other words, she was somehow stuck with what she was wearing.

She left the luxurious bathroom and headed for the other room. When she opened the sliding door and walked in, she stopped in her tracks, baffled by what she was seeing.

‘How can a closet be so big?’ she was amazed as she looked at the unending room which didn’t have much but a few male clothes.

Braelyn loved clothes, who didn’t but if she were to buy those expensive clothes, then she would be left with nothing. She had been saving for a house and hoping that one day when she and Richard get married and settle down, they won’t be renting, but who knew that her dream was shattered before she could even gather half of the money?

So, seeing such a beautiful place with so many empty shelves and spaces, her greediness to overtake the closet and make it hers, fill it with beautiful clothes all bought by the other person’s money, graced her.

“You like what you see?” suddenly a familiar male voice sounded behind her, startling her so badly that she screamed right away.

“Ahhhh!”

How could she be so calm when someone just appeared from nowhere?

“You … calm down, little one. It’s me!” upon seeing that his silent approach had surprised and shocked the little one so much, he said coaxingly as he took large strides until she was in his arms.

“Badum. Badum. Badum.” Her heart was racing like crazy, as the shock was a bit too much for her liking.

How could he not even make a sound? She was furious as she thought about it.

“Sorry, little one. Forgive uncle, umm!” his deep voice sounded as he coaxed her enticingly, making her body go soft.

“I … you ….” She didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t know that the pervert she was scolding a while ago was Ronan. Even if she wanted to think about him, she just ruled it out, as there was no way he would make her wear such a thing. How could she even think that he would be into that?

“You are unstable. Let me carry you back to the bedroom. We can talk there!” he said affectionately before scooping her once again.

No longer surprised by Ronan’s actions, she let herself be carried and enjoyed his fresh scent all the way back to the bed she had left in search of the truth earlier.

Like before, he sat down on the couch before he placed her on his lap, securing her tightly in his embrace.

“Uncle, you …. Were you the one who changed me?” since the deed had already been done, she decided to seek out the truth and get it over with.

“Um.” He grunted as he nuzzled against her neck, making her involuntarily moan from the unexpected attack.

“Nghh.” Her body was a bit sensitive, especially when her mind had been filled with dirty thoughts for a while.