Art, Romance & Mystery 2

ROBERT

"The lady is with me." I firmly repeated, wrapping my arms around Renee's waist and drawing her close.

I sized up the man before me, noting his thin frame, dark eyes, and brown hair trimmed short and spiked at one end. He was impeccably dressed, as was everyone else in the room, but something about him stood out. I suddenly became wary of him for no apparent reason. Perhaps it was the determined expression on his face and his straight stance. Or maybe it was how he held his head high, a cheeky grin on his face as he scrutinized me with undisguised attention.

"And you are?" He asked, his attention drawn back to Renee as if anticipating an answer from her. He made no mistake concealing his feelings for her.

I hated it. Hated the way he fucking looked at her, like a predator assessing its prey. It enraged me and made me want to strike him in the face and wipe that arrogant look off. But I restrained myself. I forced myself to remain calm, maintaining a neutral expression even as