Chapter 21

**Hannah**

I reclined on the couch, scrolling through my phone and trying to process everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. My life had transformed from a desperate student to a sugar baby of a literal mafia boss. The whole situation felt surreal.

A knock at the door made me jump. Leonardo moved to answer it.

"Ah, James. Perfect timing."

Several garment bags and shopping bags were brought in and laid across the bed. I recognized the logos of high-end designers that I'd only ever window-shopped before.

"Thank you, James. That will be all for now," Leonardo said, dismissing him.

Once we were alone, Leonardo turned to me with a smile that made my heart race. "Come, Hannah. Let's see what fits."

I approached the bed cautiously, fingering the expensive fabrics. "This is too much."

"Nothing is too much for what's mine," he replied simply, as if buying thousands of dollars of clothing for a woman he'd just met was perfectly normal.

I unzipped the first garment bag to find a selection of designer jeans, blouses, and jackets. Another bag revealed dresses in various styles and colors. The shopping bags contained lingerie that made me blush just looking at it, including lacy bras, thongs, and panties in silks and satins.

"Try something on," he instructed, settling into an armchair to watch.

I selected a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that looked like they'd fit, a soft cream blouse with delicate pearl buttons, and a fitted black leather jacket that felt buttery-soft to the touch. For underneath, I chose a matching set of pale pink lace underwear.

"I'll just go change in the bathroom," I said, gathering the clothes.

"No," Leonardo's voice was firm. "Change here. I want to see."

My cheeks burned. "You want to watch me change?"

"I've already seen every inch of you. Don't suddenly get shy on me now."

He had a point. After what we'd done last night, changing clothes in front of him shouldn't be a big deal. Still, there was something intimate about the act that made me nervous.

I put on the new underwear, acutely aware of his gaze tracking every movement. The lace felt luxurious against my skin, a far cry from the practical cotton I usually wore. The bra fit perfectly, lifting and shaping my breasts in a way that made them look fuller.

I pulled on the jeans, the blouse, and finally, the leather jacket. When I was fully dressed, I turned to face him.

"What do you think?"

Leonardo's eyes raked over me, taking in every detail. "You look good. But that's not what you'll be wearing today."

"No?" I glanced down at myself, confused. "What's wrong with this?"

He stood and walked to the bed, rifling through the garment bags until he found what he was looking for. "This is what you'll wear."

He held up a short, flowy, deep emerald green sundress. It was beautiful but definitely more revealing than what I'd chosen. He extracted a lacy black thong and matching balconette bra from another bag.

"This will show off your assets better," he said with a smirk.

I took the clothes from him. "You have very specific tastes."

"I know what I like," he replied simply. "And I like to see you in things that accentuate your natural beauty."

I changed into his selection, aware of his eyes on me the entire time. The dress fit perfectly, hugging my curves before flaring out at the hips. The neckline was low enough to show a hint of cleavage, and the hem hit mid-thigh.

"Perfect," Leonardo said, his voice low with appreciation. "Now we can go."

We took the elevator down to the private parking garage beneath the hotel. 

Leonardo led me to a sleek black car, opening the passenger door for me.

I slid into the butter-soft leather seat, trying not to gawk at the luxurious interior. Leonardo got in beside me, and the engine roared to life with a sound that vibrated through my body.

"First stop, your new home," he announced, pulling out of the garage with smooth precision.

We drove through the city, eventually pulling up to a towering glass building in the most exclusive part of town. The doorman greeted Leonardo by name as we entered the marble lobby.

"Good morning, Mr. Salvatore. Everything is ready as you requested."

"Thank you, Charles." Leonardo guided me to a private elevator that required a key card to access.

"This elevator only goes to the penthouse," he explained as we ascended. "Complete privacy."

The doors opened directly into the most stunning apartment I'd ever seen. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city. The space was open and airy, with minimalist modern furniture in shades of white, gray, and black.

"Holy shit," I breathed, walking to the windows. "This view is incredible."

Leonardo came to stand behind me, his hands resting lightly on my hips. "This is yours to use whenever you wish. But I have one rule."

I turned to face him. "What's that?"

"Keep it immaculate." His expression was serious. "I can't stand disorder or mess. Everything must be clean and in its place at all times."

"I can do that," I nodded. "I'm pretty neat anyway."

He showed me around the rest of the penthouse, which included a gourmet kitchen with top-of-the-line appliances, a dining room with a table that could seat twelve, a home office, and a master bedroom with the biggest bed I'd ever seen. The master bathroom featured a shower large enough for several people and a soaking tub positioned to take advantage of the view.

"There's a cleaning service that comes twice a week," Leonardo explained. "But day-to-day tidiness is your responsibility when you're here."

"Understood, Daddy," I replied, watching his eyes darken at the name.

"Good girl," he murmured, pulling me against him for a brief, hard kiss. "Now, let me show you your car."