SELENE’S POV
I got to his bedroom and shut the door behind me. There was a box on his bed with an emerald dress. Don must have sent these so I get ready and wait for him. The note attached said to put my hair in a bun, so I did.
I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and change into the dress.
“I’m on my way,” Don texted.
I waited eagerly, my thighs already damped. I took a photo of it and sent it to him. He responded with a thumbs up but that’s okay. He was not a man of many words.
I paced the room, my heart thudding like I was about to be claimed. The dress hugged me tight, cut low enough to make me self-conscious and wet at the same time.
After an hour, which felt like an eternity, the door pushed opened.
The Don stepped in but froze at the door with his hand on the knob.
