My name is Anya Silva, I was born and raised in New York City and lived a good life, albeit having to hustle everyday for it. I never complained because I had my dad and he taught me to be happy no matter what happened. Even when he could no longer be a part of my life.
Although losing him broke my heart into pieces, I never thought it could be put back together so perfectly as if it was never broken. Much less by someone I least expected… my own boss.
“How is it? Do you like it? If not, we can get another one. Better view, better furniture, um, I don’t know, cozier? Just tell me and I can fix-”
“I absolutely love it.” I cut Maximo off as I took his hand and tip-toed a little in order to plant a quick kiss on his lips.
Even with just that split of a second, I felt this tingle all ov
