Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Dan Mancini

Most beautiful thing.

Fucking beautiful.

And the bitch was still smelly.

Yes, I'm talking about Ellie Miller. From the first day I laid my eyes on that being of pure beauty, I couldn't think of anything else.

Of course, I have no lack of women, but when I put it into my head that I want a woman, I don't stop until I have her.

And this was my goal for Ellie Miller.

She has something that intrigues me, a mystery, and I want to unravel it. Even if it means bypassing my partnership with Méier, because the old man had the nerve to tell me that he knew my type and that he wanted me to stay away from his employee.

Make me laugh.

At first I thought he had some kind of crush on her, or wanted her together with his idiot son, but the day after he told me this, when I was on the phone with my lawyer and ended up listening to him talking to her, I realized that he considered her a daughter. In the same way that I remembered that he had lost one a few years ago, and that he had suffered a lot.

Poor guy, trying to compensate for the guilt over his daughter's death by protecting her.

The biggest mistake people make is to try to help others out of guilt, it only hurts you more, because you think of what you have failed to do for the other person. Besides, nobody deserves to be helped out of pity or guilt.

But one thing is for sure, I will go crazy if I don't have this woman.

She is enchanting and fascinating me, she is delicate, has a simple air and yet is magnificent. For her, yes, I would have the courage to be a better person.

Not that I was a bad person.

Since I was a child I have always had everything I wanted, benefits of coming from a rich family, but don't judge me, this didn't make me a person who didn't look outside the reach of his own nose.

If there is one thing that my parents knew how to do, besides being beautiful children, it was to raise us with love, care and respect. I am not a saint, but I know my limits.

And that was exactly it, limits, I wanted to take her to the extreme of the limits.

I wanted to taste her.

And I would also know how to give her all the affection she deserved, it had been a long time since a woman had aroused my desire like this.

As a firstborn, carrying the Mancini surname is no small thing, it comes with several burdens. And the main one is not to get involved in scandals in order not to sully the family name.

But sometimes it is impossible to avoid it, and then I lose my total patience. Like that day, the second I yelled at her I regretted it, I noticed the way she cringed, so I took a deep breath, and if my mother had been there at that moment, she would have hit me.

Another detail, you are wrong if you think that I first saw her in that hallway at the inauguration. No, no, I saw her for the first time on my way to work, the light was stopped when I saw a hurrying girl passing by and she dropped one of the folders she was holding in her hand. Into the water.

I laughed, respectfully of course.

But when she turned her face in my direction, damn, I don't know how I didn't go crazy right there, the woman was beautiful.

And I swear to you, when I saw her, I heard a music in my ears, it could have come from anywhere, but I only heard it when my eyes hit her. I even thought I was somewhere else.

I even thought of getting down and going to help her, but the cars honking behind me spoke otherwise. So I followed, and I thought I would never see her again.

Well, if we were to meet again, we would.

And then came the opening day, and as soon as she stepped into that hall, she drew my eyes, like a magnet towards metal, in this case towards the most spectacular diamond I have ever seen, and I thought it was impossible for her to get more beautiful.

I was a fool.

I spent the whole time watching her, and looking for some way to find out at least her name, but with every step I took, someone stopped me.

After a while, after greeting everyone, I would run my eyes over the guests, trying to locate her. That's when I saw her entering the hall, and immediately thought it was my big chance. But fate didn't want to collaborate with me yet, in the middle of the corridor I receive a call from my lawyer and best friend, informing me that someone was pulling my leg.

I didn't have a minute of peace, I got angry at the time, and ended up distracted talking to Brian on the cell phone, in this distraction I lost the direction she was going.

I decided to go to the reserved room, to talk to him in private, I went around the other corridor, and I didn't see when she turned around too, and ended up crashing into me, I couldn't even think of anything, I seemed to get lost when I looked into her eyes, and when I came back to reality she was already on the floor, and damn it!

I wish I could have picked her up like in those movies, the ones that were so romantic they were corny.

Then she smiled.

She smiled.

And I had never in my 33 years of age seen a smile as beautiful as that one. I think I was dizzy, bewildered, the words were almost out of my mouth. Man, I couldn't even help her up off the floor, I must have gone to heaven and back.

But it was still worth it, to stand like a thrilled fool, me finding out her name.

Ellie, sweet, as she seemed to be.

Sweet and beautiful.

In the end I just gave a sideways smile and kept calling Brian again, unable to get her out of my mind.  And I knew that this woman would torment my dreams, because she looked like those beings that turn your life upside down.

And I sure wanted to find out if it was going to be in a good way.

And with that angel smile, she was driving me crazy.

Because she looked like an angel, and if wanting her was a sin, I would gladly sin.

And all the encounters with her that followed only made me think of that woman.

She had stuck to my mind like glue, a very beautiful one.

If I didn't know myself better, I would say for sure that I was on all fours for her, without so much as a kiss. And maybe if I were younger, I would believe in love at first sight.

Me Dan Mancini, thinking about love at first sight, go figure.

I was certainly in a dream.

But she was real.

She was a perfect paradise.

And an angel.

I am crazy, and I should definitely take Brian's advice, women are a pain in the ass.

The top one and the bottom one.