Chapter 4 4

Richard's Perspective

I lay in bed, feeling a heavy sigh escape from me. It's hard to believe what's on my mind.

There's this sweet, gentle voice like honey – so smooth and lovely. It was Amelia's voice replaying in my head.

Her face is like a masterpiece – perfectly shaped and angelic, that's unlike anything I've ever seen before. I can say she's the most beautiful woman i've ever laid eyes on. Her beauty is like something out of this world.

Her big green eyes glimmered and left a permanent mark on me. Her gaze was exceptionally warm, welcoming, kind, and comforting. I have never wanted to just look someone in the eyes and never look away.

Her lips - so full, plump, luscious and soft. It was alluring, drawing me close to press mine on it. I have never wanted to kiss anyone this badly, yet here I am: unable to ignore the need to find out how her juicy lips tastes. I bet they taste great.

The cherry on top was her personality left me astonished and in awe. Not only she was so benevolent, sweet, and courteous, but she also did something I see as a great gesture of respect: while talking to Zara, she got down to her level, instead of just hoovering over her, like the majority tends to do just because they deem it right that way.

She has been on my mind ever since we left the academy and I am beyond hypnotized by her.

As the door of my room peered open, I glanced at it, seeing my little girl in her white pjs and unicorn in her small arms. Her chocolate brown hair is up in a messy bun.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?"- I asked her warmly, sitting up, and she approached me eagerly.

I helped her to get on the bed and she snuggled into me, sitting on my lap. My arms wrapped around her tiny self and I hugged her securely, kissing the top of her head.

"I wanted to thank you for signing me up to the ballet academy, Daddy."- Zara said happily, making me smile.

"My utmost pleasure, honey."- I replied sincerely, adoring how her caramel-brown eyes twinkled with delight and excitement.

Zara nuzzled into me and I hugged her lovingly, rubbing her back gently.

"Miss James is very beautiful, isn't she? She looks like a princess."- spoke sweetly my daughter, tracing tattoo on my arm.

"She sure is."- I almost whispered, catching myself truly agreeing to the statement.

"Her eyes are so green and pretty."- chirped Zara, merrily, making my mind involuntary wonder off to the memory of those prepossessing eyes.

"And she is exceedingly kind. I have never met any ladies that sweet."- added my girl as I smiled at her.

Minutes ticked by and my gorgeous daughter fell asleep in my arms. I tenderly picked her up in my arms and got up, heading to her room. I laid her in bed and tucked her small self in, making sure she is warm and cosy.

"I love you, Daddy."- murmured sleepy Zara, taking hold of my hand.

"I love you very much, darling."- I whispered to her softly, kissing her petite hand.

I quietly left her bedroom, closed the door on my way, and went to my room. I laid down and sighed, running my hands through my hair.

Sleep didn't rush to me as my mind kept wandering off to the same person, replaying every tiny detail about her, leaving me dumbfounded and mesmerized.