Chapter 42:
Ivy’s POV
“Of course.” The words came out flatter than I intended, but the alternative was letting him see how my stomach twisted.
I turned away before he could read my expression and walked farther into the apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows cast the whole place in pale, watery light, reflecting off polished marble counters and expensive furniture that looked like it belonged in a magazine shoot, not a broke person's life.
Damian dropped my bag on the couch. “I'll have your things be delivered as soon as possible. But in the meantime, if you need something, you call me.”
I walked round, taking it all in. The new apartment wasn't like my old one. There was no leaky faucet, no humming fridge, no neighbors arguing through thin walls. It was just quiet.
“Do you like it
