LILIANA
I sift through my closet in search for something that is halfway decent. Most of the clothes here are too extravagant or too casual for whatever Damian's plans might involve.
Finally, I settle on a simple fitted, black dress and lay it on the bed. Instead of putting it on, I sit down with my hands in my thighs and stare at them.
The thought of his sudden decision to have me sit on the table with them jingles like an ominous bell. Why am I even invited to dinner when I'm his hostage?
The invite feels like another one of his power plays or another chance for him to humiliate me as always but for the life of me, I can't even figure out why.
And then there's his warning—don’t be late or you'll regret it. The memory of his cold tone tightens something in my chest.
I sigh as I
