[before Bianca's birth]Cold drops of water were sliding down the sweaty glass of whisky inside. The ice cubes had not melted yet, despite the heat pouring from the sky. Patrick was spinning the glass with his right hand looking at the girls having fun by the fountain. They were dressed in a tempting way but one stood out from the rest. It was Melany, with black hair and red lipstick on her lips. At first, she didn’t notice his look, but it didn’t take long before she realised someone was watching her.The wind was playful on that day and stronger blows unveiled from under her rosy dress, beautiful thighs, spotless, young and meant to be desired. Patrick couldn’t turn his eyes away from them and the more alcohol he drank, the more he wanted the girl by his side.In his heart, there was no room for love, but only lust, which made him a restless man focused on getting what he wanted, like a predator hunting to fill up its stomach.There was another bonus to this attractive girl - she wa
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