CHAPTER 10: HER STORY 2

He had a few questions to ask her regarding that statement but when he looked at the crying one; he dismissed the idea. There was still time, so there was no need to rush.

Braelyn was so emotional and just telling Ronan about the suffering and humiliation she went through made her fall apart.

And since he wasn’t saying a thing or pushing her away when she started crying, she just allowed herself to cry for the last time before pushing for revenge.

As she slipped into unconsciousness as she was tired of crying, she heard him saying, “This will be the last time you will cry for another man. I will never allow you to do such a thing again!” though she wasn’t sure whether it was just a dream or real.

Ronan sighed as he looked gloomily at the little one, he had found himself fancying on the second meeting.

He still remembered when he first saw her. It was roughly one month ago, at his niece Lucy’s 22nd birthday banquet. As her uncle, he and his friends showed up to show some support even if it was for a while.

However, to avoid being embroiled in conspiracies some of these young mistresses loved spinning, they didn’t go to the banquet itself but went to the room where Lucy was before she attended her banquet.

It was then that he first saw her. She looked so pretty, and quiet and looked like a person who knew her place. Instead of standing out too much, she tried to be invisible. That would have worked if she wasn’t so beautiful.

Even with her minimizing her presence, he and his friends could still see her. It was only when Lucy introduced her to them that he knew that her name was Arya, and a freelancer model, that Lucy liked a lot.

When he heard that, his first instinct was that Arya had somehow used that knowledge to approach his niece but when he heard that it was Lucy’s other best friend Bree Snow who came with Arya, he felt at ease.

Apparently, Arya and Bree met two weeks ago at a garage where Arya had a part-time job, cleaning cars. Bree somehow sensed that the person cleaning her car was very familiar and her persistence led her to dig out Arya’s identity leading to the banquet.

In other words, it was Bree who pursued the other and not the other way around. Seeing that the girls both love Arya, Ronan as the rich uncle, gives Arya the card which Arya used on the anniversary only to get hurt.

To think that he would use his gift to please that scumbag, he felt sour as he covered her body with his jacket.

The second meeting was after she fainted. If it wasn’t for Frank, he would have known that the little girl had suffered so much. Finding out that it was her, his heart ached, but it was for Lucy. If Lucy were to know that her idol, who happen to like going around in disguise a lot was bullied and fainted outside, he didn’t know what she would do.

Honestly, he didn’t understand how he was even able to identify her when she was dressed so differently with everything looking completely different. But what he knew was that when he saw her, he knew instinctively that it was her.

The problem came when they wanted to change her out of her drenched clothes. Since she was a lady, how could the men touch her and change her?

So, he called for a female manager to come and help. The problem arose as soon as the blouse was opened. It was the greatest shock the female manager had ever witnessed. In her panic, she called for Ronan and explained her worries.

Upon seeing the flat chest with two small pink dots that looked very alluring even from a distance, he wasn’t a fool to not know that Arya might be not what she portrayed herself to be.

Curious to find out if his guess was correct, he removed the remaining skirt, stockings and even the panties she wore and the revelation was mouthwatering.

In his twenty-seven years of being alive, it was the first time he felt his pengornis reacting so badly towards another person. He wasn’t a vegetarian, and once in a while, he would engage in the ecstasy of flesh and pleasure.

He had both men and women vying for his attention, but never had he once reacted like that to them before.

Was it that small pecker that looked very useless and incapable of doing its job as a man? Or was it the small balls encasing that pecker that he felt very tempted to suck in his mouth and watch as the little guy explodes in his mouth with tears streaming down her cheeks?

Or was it the nipples and the lips that drew his attention from the word go?

All he knew as he wiped her body carefully and for a very long time, savoring every inch of that body that looked flawless and addictive to touch, was that he wanted to devour that ass and every single part of her body that he could think.

Curious to find out why Arya would portray herself as a woman when she was obviously a man throughout, despite the little pecker, which was definitely a problem, he called Frank, who was outside and explained his findings to him.

Frank’s shock was even worse than his. Unfortunately, Ronan refused to let Frank examine Arya’s body as he wanted. Instead, Frank took a look at Arya’s I.D. which finally revealed the whole puzzle.

Arya was complicated. Despite being born a man, she was a she somehow and a hidden symbol explained all that on that shiny part of the ID which showed that she was intersex. Even her ID identified her as a female, which meant that she wasn’t pretending to be who she wasn’t.

Of course, he wasn’t an idiot to not understand how the government came up with a solution for people like Arya, who always suffered in society as people called them names and treated them as if they weren’t human beings who didn’t belong.

An intersex person had a choice to choose the gender he or she wanted and that was accepted by the law. In other words, Arya was a she. He was simply surprised by her real name and how good she was at hiding her other persona.

Somehow, after touching her and knowing a bit about her, he became curious about her. He wanted to claim her and tell the world that she was his, but that would be too abrupt. He was going to boil the frog in warm water until she succumbed to his arms willingly.

As he carried her out of the hotel to the awaiting limo outside, Ronan knew that the choice he had made that day was going to affect his life and Arya as well. But if he was to be asked if he would regret what he had done, his answer would be a No.

Since she wormed her way into his life, he was going to do his best to make sure she remained there.

As soon as he settled in the limo, the chauffeur asked him straightway, “Master, where are we going?”

“Take me to the residence!” he replied.

The chauffeur’s eyes flashed for a second before he closed the partition and started driving.

Looking at the person in his arms, dried tears on her cheeks, he couldn’t help but wipe them away with his fingers.

“Don’t worry, little one. I will cage you nicely and make you completely mine before you regret taking revenge on that scumbag!” a devilish smile appeared on his face as he thought of something.