A jealous Luna

Orla wore night wear and stood in front of the mirror to check if it was fine. She smiled as she checked it out; she loved the curve around the cleavage and how it held her boobs together.

She suddenly stopped smiling when it crossed her mind that the nightgown was not the only female stuff she found here.

There was a wardrobe in the room, full of those clothes and shoes for ladies. There was a makeup kit in the room and every other thing there looked feminine.

Even the bathroom she had showered in, the soap was for ladies. What would all this lady stuff be doing in his house since he claimed to live here alone? Aside from the workers!

He couldn’t have possibly arranged them for her. Did he even know that he would find her or bring her back?

She tried to catch a scent but it didn’t look like someone had been in the room in days, she couldn’t get a scent that belonged to a person.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Orla quickly curled her long hair and adjusted the nightgown to