Serena
At night, I was dressed like a doll.
The maid had dressed me in a tight black dress which clung to my body, the neckline outrageously low. My hair was pulled back, exposing my neck, and a diamond choker glinted there like jewelry posing as a chain. Damian's choice, of course. Everything I was wearing tonight was selected by him.
"You're beautiful," the maid whispered, her breath hardly above a sigh, almost submissive.
I stared into the face in front of me. I felt… beautiful. No — I felt like a captive. I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me.
The door opened, and Damian walked in. My breath hitched. He had changed his formal clothes for a black suit.
The black suit fit him like a glove, highlighting his chiseled, polished features and commanding aura.
His eyes wandere
