He gives me a slow lingering look, making me blush. “Well, the shirt sure looks better on you than me. And you’ve plenty of clothes to wear. Didn’t you see inside the wardrobe?”

I frown. “What are you talking about?”

He takes my hand once again and leads me to his bedroom. He opens the wardrobe and my brows shoot up to the ceiling as I see dresses, jeans, trousers, jackets, tops and sweaters hanging side by side with his clothes.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what you’d like so I got a lot. You can return what you don’t want.”

I check the tags on the clothes and they’re all brand new—and expensive. And they’re all in my size. Before I can digest this, he opens a drawer and there is lingerie in different colors, again designer, and all my size. I don’t think I’ve ever been as speechless as I am right now.

“How?” I finally stutter out, licking my dry lips. “How did you manage to get all this between last night and this morning?”

“You forget I did undress you last night. It was easy to get the size from your clothes.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I called my personal shopper and told her to send a few things over. She delivered these in the morning while you were asleep.”

“On a Sunday?”

He frowns. “So? Gina’s supposed to be available on all days at all times. No big deal.”

He speaks of this so casually, as if having a personal shopper is the most natural thing in the world. At times like these, I can’t relate to him at all. No one in my world has a personal shopper on call. And the Damien I knew never showed me in any way that he was entitled enough that people were waiting on him a phone call away, 24/7, just to do his bidding. He was normal. We shopped like normal people did—by ourselves.

“Are you alright?” Damien asks.

“Unbelievable! You are quite unbelievable. Why would I need so many clothes?”

“You think I’m going to let you stay anywhere else now that I’ve finally decided I want to be with you?”

“What if I don’t want to be with you?” I cock my head to the side.

His hand twists in the nape of my head and he tugs my face back. His other hand snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Don’t be defiant just for the sake of it. We both know you’re not going anywhere.”

“Authoritative much, Damien.”

“You better get used to me, sweetheart. This is the way I am.”