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Sebastian looks…sad for a moment, almost regretful. What did I do wrong?

“Not like this.” He drops his head and brings it down until both our foreheads touch. “Not with you.” He whispers before rising from the ground, bringing me with him.

Not like this.

Not with you.

His words warm me back to the stables.

Warming me deep down to my soul.

BASTIAN

Tyrant

“What I would not give to see her

smile at me like that every day

for the rest of my life.” – B

It’s truly astonishing how life changes in a blink of an eye. One day I was a shadow of the man I am today, barely living, just existing, going through the motions while indulging in every vice at my disposal. All that was important to me was my career. My goals. My aspirations and retribution.

To now.

To this moment in time where I not only have a daughter who fills my days with laughter and joy but a girl, a Parisi, who has turned my world upside down and made it her own.

My thoughts.

My days.

Fuck.

Everything, she owns me, and I have only kissed her.

Yes, she is beautiful, but that is not all. I have come across and fucked many beautiful women before. But it is the fact that she is warm and sometimes cold that keeps me on my knees. The way she challenges my authority, not giving a single fuck.

She never seeks validation or praise.

She is a breath of fresh air in a world where almost everyone acts and looks the same nowadays.

“Bonjour Paris,” she throws her arms in the air while the wind blows her golden locks and the sunlight shines on her face. “You’ve been good to us.” She throws her head back when I hit the gas and laughs widely while the wind blows the scarf, and all that beautiful hair is let loose.

The girl looks like an actress out of a 1940s classic.

With shades on and a scarf wrapped around her face.

Extra.

Unique.

Her.

While my child sits between us in her car seat, looking the same as Arianna.

In a matching set.

They look ridiculously adorable.

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