DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

MEMORY PART 3: MY MISSING PIECE

Danes P.O.V

I use to consider myself a lucky man and my ego was way above my head, as I had several attractive women fall at my feet, warming up my bed, trying to trap me in their happily ever after. I knew that getting hitched to me would only be in one’s wildest dream. I knew I would never be a husband or father, not because I couldn’t but simply because I didn’t want to. I could no longer imagine myself with just one woman. The world was filled with such beauties, I feel that to be tied or claimed by just one women would be a waste of my life.

However soon the model like women in my life, my busy work schedule or even the several high-end parties that I’ve attended couldn’t fill the void in my soul. I felt a sense of incompleteness. What made everything worse was that I wasn’t sure what would fill that void because I was a hell bent free man instead a family man.

Since I had branches in both New York and Seattle, I’ve decided to move from New York back to Seattle. I thought that maybe moving back to the city that I grew up in and seeing how far I've came in life from being an ordinary middle class person to a successful entrepreneur, would help me find myself again. While in Seattle, I was visiting all my friends who are also quite successful, however even after seeing most of my friends after such a long time, I still haven't found my lost happiness and

zest for life. Until I met her.

When I walked into Victor Rint’s ice-cream store, I saw a petite figure standing with her back towards me. I started to speak and as she turned I felt like I have found the missing piece of my puzzle. Her beauty was not like any other. The model like girls in New York could not even match her beauty or innocence of her angelic face. Her white knee height dress complimented her perfect

figure,her hair had the most beautiful brown curls and her eyes comforted my lonely soul as I felt myself getting lost in them.

I’m not one to fall inlove I scolded myself mentally as I waved my hand in front of her face to get her

attention. Her sweet voice and the slight blush which settled on her cheeks added to her cuteness, which caused me to then seize the opportunity and flirt with her on the way to Victor’s office, just so that I can get another glimpse of her blushing cheek but instead I was rewarded with her heart melting smile, which could brighten up the dullest of my days.

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Victor was overwhelmed with excitement on the sight of seeing me. He poured both of us a glass each of Glenmorangie and started talking about our youth day’s ... I think, I wasn’t quite sure because I wasn’t quite paying attention. The alcohol didn’t take affect yet, due to my high tolerance levels, however, the reason why I wasn’t paying attention was because of Jeena Carlson. As stubborn and strong willed as I am and as much as I stick to the decisions which I make, such as not being in a

relationship, I found myself too weak to get her out of my mind. Her smile, her eyes, her innocence,in fact everything about her brought comfort to me and a sense of warmth to my cold soul. My conscious constantly screaming that I need her.

An hour passed by as Victor continuously spoke and I just sat there zoned out, as Jeena dominated

over my thoughts. Finally I came to the decision that I would ask her for her number. After saying all that we had to say, I stood up to leave. As the elevator opened on the ground floor, the ice that kept my heart cold began to melt as the most beautiful woman came within my sight once again.

“Hey there” I said with a smirk, trying to play it cool and look attractive. “Hi Mr. Matteo” she said as her smile graced my inner demons. “Please call me Dane” I flirted. “Well, I was just wondering if an attractive young woman like you would care to join me for a lunch date on Saturday.” I asked. Her smile widens and the most pleasant “Yes” reach my ear as “I would love to” followed. “Great, Il pick you up at 1 ” my words dripped with excitement. After taking down her details, I left the store with a

kind of joy that I haven’t felt in a long time. In fact the last time I felt this excited about a girl was a week before my wedding.