(Alina)
The next day, Damian texted me when I woke up, telling me to meet him at Luxe on Fifth and that I should get whatever I wanted. I already have a lot of clothes, so I don't need anything right now. Maybe I can pick out a dress just to please him.
I didn’t reply to his text. I just got dressed in a tight black dress. Five-inch heels. Sunglasses.
Damian had one of his security guards drive me there. I would have driven myself, but I know how he takes my safety seriously, so I didn't say anything. It would only lead to another argument with him and that was something that I didn't want.
Around twenty minutes later, I walked into the boutique like I owned the block, and every head turned like I knew they would. I was dressed to kill. The security left with the car, so I was going
