Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: 22-Oh Dear Stepbro!

Helanie:

"This building is for the elites having a good time," he said, guiding me toward one of the buildings at the end while handing me the porcelain mask.

"Oh wait—," however, the moment I took a step toward the entrance, he halted me. "You cannot go inside looking like this."

He wore a strange expression, his eyes scanning my appearance.

"But I don’t have anything fancy," I replied softly.

Lamar gestured at the tall man standing nearby and then pointed at me. "Take her inside to the dressing room. Get her ready for the fun. Make sure she is as comfortable as possible."

I watched the large man size me up before stepping aside to lead the way.

I didn’t even know how I kept moving, as I had never done anything like this before. I suppose the idea of gaining admission was enough to distract me from everything else. Even the fact that being surrounded by elites might bring me closer to the touch of the alphas. I was ready to risk my mental peace at any cost.

It is not like I have been sheltered before, I was on my own since I was six years old. So now it was time that I truly stand up for myself as my own hero.

"Go inside; I will meet you again after midnight at the same spot where I dropped you," he waved his hand at me to dismiss me as I began to follow the guard inside.

There were many rooms on both sides of the corridor, but the interior was much fancier than the outside. I guessed it was meant to disguise the building.

"Go inside and pick any dress," the guard ordered, opening a door to a dressing room. There was no one inside, so I slipped in and heard the door lock behind me.

"Okay! Calm down. I can do this," I tried to reassure myself by breathing through my nostrils. I desperately needed this money.

I knew it wouldn’t be my first time being touched and probably kissed; the first experience was forced. But I no longer wanted to save any experiences for my mate or my future boyfriend.

I was past that foolishness of wanting to get married and have babies. That desperation had gotten me into a lot of trouble.

There was a closet with lingerie and very short dresses on one side of the small room, and a large vanity mirror on the other side, adorned with makeup and various accessories.

I chose a black short dress. However, its length worried me about whether it would even cover my butt.

I held my breath and rushed into the bathroom, quickly washing my face before slipping into the dress.