ROBERT
"A refill?" The bartender asked as I held up my empty glass, and I curtly nodded.
Taking a sip of the burning liquid, I grimaced at the bitter aftertaste, then returned my gaze to my phone on the bar’s countertop. I sat and stared at the picture of Renee displayed on the screen.
In this photo, she was asleep on my hotel bed, her mouth slightly open and her strawberry blonde hair messy and scattered on the sheets.
Her long lashes cast shadows across her delicate cheeks, giving her a soft and fragile appearance. Dammit, but she was so beautiful. The most gorgeous sight I'd ever seen and one I'd never get tired of looking at.
Flipping through my photos, I found another picture of her. One I’d taken while she was standing on the balcony of our new mansion.
With her arms outstre
