***Sarah's POV***
Just like a vicious cycle, my life has been rotating in such a way that doesn't even surprise me anymore. So when I checked the door after the doorbell rang, expecting it to be Michael back from trying to escape my former bosses, but only to see Mark standing there, looking as miserable as hell, I wasn't surprised.
My facial expression must have told him that I am not in the mood for whatever nonsense he is about to blab.
"Can you hear me out at least?" he requests, the misery not leaving his face.
I fold my arms across my chest, indicating that I meant serious business, but his gaze lingers seductively on my plumped boobs.
"Is that why you came? To stare at my breasts?"
He shakes his head, struggling to remove his eyes from them, "I'm— I'm sorry."
"Should I also ask you the obvious question?"