After getting dressed, I stood in front of the door, ready to quickly open it if Damian arrived.
In less than 30 minutes, someone rang the doorbell, and I saw on the security camera the man I spent the whole night with, standing outside my unit. My heart raced with nervousness seeing him again after everything that happened last night. I abandoned my plan to wear a sexy dress because the red marks on my neck and chest were still very visible. I just put on a skirt and a turtleneck shirt. It looked classy enough, so it was fine.
I grabbed my shoulder bag and opened the door.
"H-Hi..." I greeted him, unable to read his expression.
Why did he call and come if he didn't seem happy to see me again?
"Let's..." I was about to invite him to leave with me, but what I wanted to say was interrup
