Dancing In the Rain

Richard's Perspective

Every morning, I rise at 5:30 a.m. and start my workout at 5:45 a.m. It lasts until 6:30 a.m., after which I head to the shower before going to work.

I neatly roll up the sleeves of my crisp white shirt and put on black trousers, a well-fitting belt, and polished shoes. My wristwatch adorns my wrist, and I style my hair before applying cologne to my neck and wrists. With my phone safely tucked into my pocket, I leave the bedroom.

I make a quiet visit to my little girl's room. There, I smile as I see her, curled up like a small ball on her big bed, hidden beneath pink covers. She clings to her favourite toy unicorn, hugging it tightly.

As I step into the room, I gently shut the door behind me and approach my daughter, crouching beside her bed.

"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up," I softly murmur, tenderly stroking her back. She snuggles closer to me, emitting an adorable hum in response.

"Come to me, Daddy."- she murmured, holding my hand so gently, making me smile.

She lightly nudged me to lie down and I complied, cuddling her lovingly. She hid in my arms, looking utterly invisible in them, and snuggled into me, pulling covers on me too.

"You are so huggable, daddy."- sighed my little girl as I smiled brighter.

"You are just as cuddly, sweetheart."- I spoke profoundly, kissing the top of her little head.

I cuddled Zara for a little bit more while she slowly woke up, turning into my adorable and very hyper sunshine. I chuckled when she eagerly climbed into my arms and clung to me like a little koala, looking so winsome.

"Ready to start the day, honey?"- I asked her contentedly, hugging her lovingly, and carried her to her bathroom.

"I cannot wait to start the day."- she chirped energetically, as I sat her down in the large sink area.

She brushed her teeth and did her routine on her own, being such a wonderful girl. We relocated to her closet and she picked an outfit for the day, going for a Burberry dress. I helped her with clips on her shoes and took a suitable coat in a beige colour for her to wear.

She sat down at her vanity and I brushed her rich brown, velvety, voluminous, long hair as we chatted nicely about the upcoming day. I pinned a few strands at the back of her head and brushed the ends, making sure her lustrous hair was thoroughly brushed.

Once she was all set and took her unicorn, we went downstairs I held her tiny hands, supporting her when we walked down the stairs.

"Good job, dear."- I praised her sincerely, gladly picking her up when she lifted her small arms.

She kissed my cheek and I kissed her forehead, smiling at my gorgeous daughter. I carried her to the dining room, where breakfast was already waiting for us.

"Oatmeal?"- Zara chirped happily at the sight of one of her favourite breakfast choices.

I chuckled at her cuteness and sat her down, taking a seat next to her.

"Eat up, sweetheart. We have a long day ahead."- I spoke warmly, handing her berries, knowing that if it is oatmeal - berries are a must for her.

We ate breakfast while conversing wholesomely. I gladly listened to her telling me about what she dreamt of. After that, I took the keys from the black Bentley and we got going.

I take her to work because I do not want any fucked up strangers watching over my little daughter, especially after the first and the last nanny: she didn't even bother to keep an eye on my child; she just sat and did nothing. Being a multi-billionaire and a single dad, I put the last above all business. She is my everything, there is nothing I wouldn't do for my girl. I make time for her no matter where I am, what I am doing and who is with me.

"Daddy?"- she called softly as I fastened her seat belts.

"Yes, darling?"- I replied warmly, granting her all of my attention.

"Can I attend ballet classes, please? I want to dance ballet."- pleaded sweet Zara, smiling winsomely.

"Of course, dear."- I agreed with the greatest pleasure, smiling brightly.

"Thank you so so so so much."- she said excitedly, hugging me securely.

"Always, honey."- I replied happily, kissing her cheek.

I gave her tiny frame a gentle squeeze and she smiled delightedly, looking so pure and sweet. I closed the car door and took the driver's seat, buckling up before driving out of the garage.

She told me more about her passion for ballet and I smiled in joy, truly being glad that she likes something so much: she loves going to opera, watching ballet at any chance given, likes classical music and adores the attires of ballet dancers.

In no time we arrived at the company; I parked in the private parking lot, which is just for the closest people - my best friend/right hand, personal assistant and parents. I helped her out of the car and set her on the ground, not letting go until I was sure that she was steady on her feet.

My little girl held my hand securely as we headed inside. She politely greeted every person, being such a sweetheart. The two of us got in the lift and reached the 20th floor in no time, going to my office.

"Uncle Justin, hi."- chirped Zara, energetically as we came across my best friend.

"Well hello there, little lady. You look fabulous."- he replied friendlily as she giggled cutely, twirling around, never letting go of my hand.

"Hey, man."- I spoke calmly, returning his brotherly hug.

"Hey, bro."- he laughed, making me chuckle.

We went to my office and Valerie, my assistant, brought us the usual morning coffee, as well as a shit load of paperwork for me.

"Valerie, find the best ballet school, please."- I told her collectedly, drinking my black, sugar-free coffee.

"On it, Mr Dixon."- he replied, noting the task down before getting to it.

Zara sat down on my lap and coloured the colouring book with flowers. I wrapped my arm around her petite frame, keeping her secure, and got to work, signing and analysing files, reports and documents.

"Look who I met last night."- stated Justin, showing his phone on my face.

"For heaven's sake, I don't want to know about your love life."- I said, really not wanting any details.

"Because it is about time you get a love life of your own."- groaned Justin, plopping on the armchair.

"You need to get off and I am sure she wouldn't mind having a lady in the house."- stated my friend and I sighed heavily, glancing at my sweetheart.

That's the thing: I want a lady - a proper, well-mannered, elegant, kind, tasteful, patient, gentle, loving, intelligent woman. I couldn't care less about skin colour, religion, race - any of that shit doesn't matter. Before anything I want Zara to like her, to be comfortable with her and to trust her.

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!

Amelia's Perspective

I fixed the fresh, lovely flowers at the reception, covering it for a little bit while Leila is making herself tea.

"Good afternoon."- spoke deep, fruity, smokey, coarse, velvety and titillating voice, catching my full attention.

I smiled at the man and little girl by his side, feeling my heart flutter at how sweetly the girl smiled at the sight of my attitude.

The man is devilishly handsome. Too handsome to be true.

Soft, clear, smooth, dewy skin looks sublime. Chocolate brown, velvety, voluminous hair is longer in the middle as it is a tiny bit shorter at the sides. Rich brown stands are slightly curly; the style that suits him immensely.

Perfectly sculpted face with sharp jawline and cheekbones; beautiful nose; brown brows are ideally shaped; long, thick, dark lashes; plump, full lips with defined cupid-bow.

His eyes are like pools of honey. The colour is enchanting, leaves you speechless and disoriented. His gaze is mysterious, yet friendly; cold, yet more alluring than anything could ever be.

He is exceedingly tall and very vigorous. Broad, manly shoulders with strapping back; muscular, neatly inked arms with veins popping; vast, finely honed chest; lean waist; attractive hips; long, toned legs. White shirt has top buttons undone, offering glimpse of his chest, and the sleeves are rolled up, showing off his rugged arms. Black trousers with suitable belt and shoes. Hand watch shines lavishly.

"Good afternoon, Sir

"Good afternoon, Sir. Can I help you?"- I spoke softly with a smile, meeting his intense gaze.

"Yes. I would like to sign up my daughter to the classes."- said collectedly the man as I glanced at the girl, who is beaming with excitement.

I personally formed all groups yesterday, so technically I have no more spots left. Moreover, it is not just come and join thing. It is selection by athletic level, age and capabilities, which a child can demonstrate on the first trial class.

But I have no heart to say no to this little angel; she looks so sweet and delighted. I never do such things since I want everyone to be equal, but she has my heart in ways I have never felt before.

"What's your name, honey?"- I asked her, crouching down to her level.

"Zara Dixon, Ma'am."- spoke politely girl with a radiant smile, holding a white unicorn in her hand as the other is locked with her dad's large, veiny, inked one.

I wrote down her name in the form before meeting her curious gaze.

"It is very nice to meet you, Zara. I am Amelia James."- I spoke softly with a smile, feeling like I won the lottery when she smiled brighter.

"How old are you?"- I asked her to know in which group I better take her to.

"I am 3 years old."- answered Zara happily and I marked them according space on the form, making her part of group from 3 to 5 years old.

I rose on my feet and put the form on the surface to write better. I wrote down details regarding her group, as well as the list of what she will need: ballet slippers, leotard, tights, skirt, and bobby bins to secure her bun.

"Would Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 10:00 o'clock work for you?"- I asked warmly, looking him in the eyes.

"Yes."- replied calmly the man and I ticked according to the days and hours on the form.

Once I filled out the form, adding contact information and tuition fee, I got to health condition details. It is very important to me to look after my student's well-being.

"Does she have any health issues?"- I asked softly with a smile.

"No, she is perfectly healthy."- replied Mr Dixon and I wrote down the condition.

I handed him the form and smiled at how quickly the little girl's excitement leaped.

"I look forward to seeing you, Zara."- I said warmly, crouching down to her level.

"Thank you, Miss James."- she chirped sweetly, smiling preciously.

"I expect to see you with a neat, sleek bun tomorrow, alright?"- I asked softly and she nodded eagerly.

We exchanged see you soons and they left. The moment the door closed, Leila wowed louder than necessary, making me gasp out of scare.

"He is hot as fuck."- she whispered to me, keeping her colourful language down as kids are here.

"Quit it. He is probably in a relationship."- I told her and she smirked smugly.

"He has no ring and checked you out."- she added surely, but I brushed it off.

I am nothing to be interested in. I am always viewed as a typical blonde: stupid, cannot drive, gold digger, plastic and gets what she wants because of someone's input. I haven't met at least 1 person, who hasn't judged me faster than I could introduce myself. There is nothing that can surprise me any longer and I am used to being misunderstood, taken too lightly, being judged and underestimated.

I went on with my day, teaching the classes per usual, having my own policy.

I became professional ballerina by being insulted and hit with a wooden stick by very strict, unfair French lady. That is something I do not want my students to endure. I teach with respect, patience, support and kindness. If I have to explain or repeat something again, I will and it won't be a big deal.

At 7PM the classes finished and the cleaning staff tidied up as I checked all preparation for the newly joined groups. There are 10 new groups, but I am not the only teacher, so it all works smoothly and nicely. Also, this time there are more boys, so that's exciting as it allows to introduce more lifts and twirls, as well as creates better communication skills.

Past 9PM I finished, so I changed and took my Dior bag, grabbing car keys on my way out. I locked up and went to my car - white Porsche. I buckled up and drove to my penthouse, not looking forward to an empty space.

Who would? There is no point in having so much if you have no-one to share it with. I want someone to wait for me at home, to spend time with me, to love, to kiss, to support, to hug, to find comfort in and to have a family with.

But it seems like my dream man is nowhere to be found. All I want is somebody, who is erudite, caring, affectionate, strong-willed, reliable, funny, diligent, knows what he wants, kind, attentive and thoughtful. I don't care about financial situation, looks, race, religion - all of it doesn't matter. If someones loves me for me, I will give him everything I am and own.

I brushed off the bitter thoughts and parked in the private parking lot. Once I took my bag and locked the car, I headed to my penthouse, which is on the 15th floor.

I locked the door and sighed, putting the Dior bag on the small table in the entry way, stepping out of my white heels. I went to the kitchen and made myself peppermint tea.

I sat down on the balcony, wrapping myself in the blanket, and looked at the nighttime London: people laughing and walking, cars driving by, lights of the stores and houses. I smiled as I spotted a family: a mother, father, and a little boy. They are laughing and strolling along the street, taking pictures of themselves.

I wonder how parents' care feels, how it feels to have someone to call your family. It must feel very nice: support, care, warmth, comfort, the feeling of being accepted and loved. I didn't get a chance to feel it as I was heartlessly disowned at the chance given.

Time ticked by and I went inside, heading to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and untied my bun, letting my hair down. I took a long, hot shower, washing my body and hair. Then I tied a big towel around my body and stepped out of the spacious, glass shower.

I brushed my teeth and did my skincare before taking care of my hair. Then I lightly blow-dried it. I went to my closet and wore lacy undergarments and a white, silk nightgown that reached my mid-thighs. After that I applied lip oil and hand cream before getting in bed.

I reached for the book on my nightstand and opened it where I left off, continuing reading the novel for a long while until tiredness took over me.