SARAH
“Are you sure you live here?”
He raised a brow and dropped the last of my boxes on the marble floor. “I do. Why?”
“Just confirming," I shrugged.
He gave me a strange look, then said. “Welcome to my penthouse, and your home for the next year.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said in awe, looking around. It was a hassle to get all my boxes up here considering he lived on the top floor of his apartment building. Typical Onyx. The first thing that caught my attention was the view. The glass-paneled windows gave an expose view of Angelwood. I was pretty sure I could see my house if I looked close enough. The living room was expansive with three golden chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, illuminating the room; it housed a cream sofa with two throw pillows neatly placed on each side, a flat
