(Blake's POV)
I walked to the large glass window of the hotel and looked at the colorful lights on the streets. This was the first night that Samantha and I could take an early rest, the night that I hated because it meant not using my energy and mind at work. Although, I believe she deserved it after days of working hard with me.
I heard the ‘clanking’ sound of her stiletto shoes and saw her reflection walking toward me. She stood beside me, sighed deeply as she stared at nothing. In her hands were glasses of liquors, and she handed me a rocks glass of whiskey, while she has a brandy for hers.
“It’s been two weeks,” She sighed, holding the glass with her two hands. She turned her back to Sean, playing quietly with her toy robot on the couch. She took a sip from her glass and waited for me to say something.
I heaved a deep sigh. I was also waiting for her to say something but
