CHAPTER 10
BLUE
Pulling on my robe, I walked out of my apartment and made my way to his. Getting to his door, I pressed the bell.
Damien opened it with that infuriating smirk already in place. He was bare-chested with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, coffee in hand.
"Blue," he said, like he'd been expecting me.
"Don't 'Blue' me." I shoved past him into his penthouse. "What the f**k is this?"
I thrust my phone at his face, but he didn't even glance at it.
"I know what it says," he said calmly. "I wrote it."
"You—" I sputtered. "You wrote the email?"
"Well… I dictated it and Marcus typed it up."
"That's not the point,” I said in a calm voice, holding his gaze with a calm look. "Why did you buy my building?"
"I bought the building," he said, setting down his coffee, "becau
