ONYX
It was moving day.
Not for me, but for Sarah. She was moving some of her things to my penthouse in Stepford Estate and I was helping by supervising. It was hard to convince her to move in with me because she didn’t want to leave her aunt alone. But, it won’t be a real marriage if we didn’t live together. I had never shared a living space with a woman before. I never let my “exes” stay more than the night. It was f**k, get dressed, then get out. I liked the solitude and peace that came with having my own space. However, if we going to do this, we might as well do it right.
“And these are the boxes that contain fragile items, so could you please handle them with care?” Sarah begged the moving guy as he carried her things outside and into the awaiting van. “These are just my clothes,
