Sage
I’ve never considered this, but there must be millions of people in the world who are going through heartbreak. Yet, the world doesn’t stop for them. No, the world just keeps spinning. The brokenhearted still have to get up in the morning to go to work and pay their bills.
“Hey, Sweet, how’s it going in here?” Tariq’s voice interrupts my musings. He’s standing in the middle of his office’s doorway, his brow quirked in question. Running my gaze around the office, I smile. The office is decorated with Ivory-colored walls, a small white desk, dark wooden floors, a throw rug, and a fine cream-colored sofa with two side chairs. “It’s perfect, Tariq. Thank you for letting me use this office.”
Tariq shrugs. “I like having you here.” He mutters with a smoldering smile. Returning his smile
