IRIS.
At the sound of a knock on my door, I slipped out of my bed and crossed over to the door, twisting the brazen knob and pulling the door open in the process.
Two maids stood by the door, each with boxes and printed bags in their hands, their lips wide with smiles.
"Uhm, hello." My voice came out in a soft whisper and I pulled the door wide enough for them both to walk in with the boxes.
"We have been asked to dress you up." The first maid spoke as she placed her own boxes on the bed.
"By who?" I asked, even if I knew only one person in the whole of Adonis could do this.
"Alpha Damon," the second replied.
I stood there, watching as the women pulled the boxes open. A few were pushed to the side so a large box could be placed on my bed. It was pulled open and sitting pretty in th
