Chapter 2 2

Despite my utmost care for my daughter, even though she's genuinely content and well-taken care of in the most wonderful ways, I'm aware that she craves that special mother-daughter bond. She yearns for maternal tenderness and affection. It frustrates me that I can't seem to make it a reality, as all the women I've unfortunately encountered only saw my financial status and appearance, nothing deeper. Their behaviour has been disappointing, and their appearance is equally unimpressive. I absolutely refuse to expose my daughter to such individuals.

Yes, I want my child to have an incredible role model, but I also want a woman, who will be my partner too: someone to come home to, to hold at night, to kiss good morning and goodnight, to spoil and pamper, to make memories with, to share lifetime with and hopefully build a family and have more kids with. I want to have my woman, my person, my beloved just as much as I want my daughter to have a friend, advisor and mother.

"The woman I want doesn't exist."- I said surely, sighing in frustration.

Those qualities are just my minimum. There is an additional list of traits that I hope to find in the right woman. I am sure that a lady, who possesses all those qualities, simply doesn't exist because she'd be too fucking good to be true.

"Okay, I do agree at some point: it is either brain or beauty. But not every single woman is that way."- stated Justin and I raised my brow at him.

"Fine, but mark my prophecy: you will meet your woman this month."- said my friend, walking out of the office, as I rolled my eyes.

More like never, but sure. Whatever floats his boat.

I checked all papers, signed the needed ones, and kept an eye on my little girl, who was peacefully colouring, snuggling into me occasionally. Time ticked by and I attended some meetings as Zara tagged along, being very polite and kind at all times.

"Mr Dixon, here is data about the ballet school, like you asked."- said Valerie, handing me a piece of paper with the information printed.

The Royal Ballet Academy on Floral Street, London, England, UK. The best ballet school in the world is lead by young, professional ballerina.

I read about the school and smiled when Zara peeked at the paper. I hugged her gently and showed her the information, chuckling at her adorable gasp.

"Can we go there as soon as possible, please, Daddy?"- she asked sweetly, oozing joy.

"How about we head there now, honey?"- I offered her happily and that was all it took for her to hop off my lap and eagerly wear her coat.

"I will be back in an hour or so."- I told Valerie and she nodded.

I held Zara's right tiny hand while in the other she carried her small, fluffy, white toy unicorn. Once we settled in the car, I drove to the address, contentedly listening to my girl's cute talk about how excited she is. It is heartwarming.

In 10 minutes we arrived and I helped her out of the car, holding her hand securely. After I locked the car, we went inside.

The building is modern, grand and lavish. The interior design is just as tasteful and tastefully posh. Everything is polished to perfection and nothing is out of place.

"She looks like a princess."- said Zara softly, glancing at me for a moment before looking at somebody again.

My eyes followed her gaze as time froze the second I saw her.

Dewy, clear, sleek skin is luminous. It looks softer and smoother than silk as it has an appealing, soft glimmer to it. Lustrous, voluminous and velvety hair of the most gorgeous colour - buttery blonde. The shade is stunning.

Utterly angelic face: defined jawline; small, bonny, lightly turned-up nose; beautiful brows; long, thick, dark, pretty lashes and fuck, where to start with her lips - full, plump, pink lips look so soft, so sweet and so alluring.

Bloody hell, I have never seen eyes so green and spellbinding, it could leave you hypnotised. Her gaze is filled with warmth, kindness and tenderness I have never seen before.

She looks stunning in her tight black dress that shows off her perfect hourglass figure in amazing ways: slim arms, a lovely chest, a tiny waist, a flat and toned stomach, delicate hips, and long, slim legs. Her light pink tights and skirt go well with her pointe shoes. Small diamond earrings sparkle gracefully.

The way she stands and moves radiates grace and a lot of light. She's petite, elegant, classy, alluring, and intriguing-so attractive!