Stella's POV

After stopping by my place to grab what I needed, we went straight to his apartment. The car pulled up in front of the building's luxurious entrance.

I was nervous. Damian didn't look at me when he got out of the car. He simply opened the door for me with a sharp gesture.

"Get in."

The word came out like an order, not an invitation.

We took the private elevator, and I stayed silent as he led me into his penthouse.

"Take off your shoes."

I obeyed. He approached slowly, his gaze sliding over me from head to toe.

"Do you remember why you're here?"

"Yes," I murmured, not meeting his eyes.

He grabbed my chin firmly, forcing me to look at him.

"Look at me when you speak. You're here because you agreed to my terms. And that means that from now on, you follow my rules. Is that clear?"

I swallowed hard, but nodded.

"It's clear."

"Good. Go to the bedroom. Undress. And wait at the edge of the bed. Don't try to cover yourself. I'll decide what to do with yo