Chapter 35
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His face showed the regret of his action, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you. This is not easy for me either. I need to find your sister not just because of Henrique but also because of my parents."
I let his words register. Henrique wasn't the only reason he was looking for my sister but what was the other reason and why are parents involved other than the fact that his father impregnates her?
"I still think I should go." I didn't want to be a burden on him, especially not tonight.
"No, you're staying. You just came down, have a little fun." He persuaded.
"I don't know anyone here, how is this fun?" I felt like an outsider. I didn't fit in a room full of socialites.
"Well, the music is going to change to that of dancing one and then we can dance. There is a lot of food here and you know what else is here?" his rhetorical question ran in the air until he continued, "an Ice-cream fountain."
From he said the word food I was convinced to stay but even more so at Ice-cream fountain. I've never seen one in real life before only on the television; I even order one for my wedding, that never happened.
"Okay, I'll stay but please don't leave me alone. I rather not have a next billionaire boy flaunt his wealth at me."
He laughed, "I promise I won't leave you alone, you'll be by my side until the night ends."
"Sounds good to me."
He grinned and started to pull me across the room with him. "Can you tell me a little more about this event."
He stopped walking and smile, his brown eyes shining. "When I was around fifteen, I met a boy who was around eight or nine. He was stealing a woman's purse and before he could get away I stopped him. I asked him why he was stealing, and he told me he was an orphan and he didn't have anything to eat. I was touched so I brought him home with me, gave him clothes and food and my parents worked something out. When I was old enough to have my business, I decide I wanted to help persons like him and so I came up with the Carter's Foundation for Lost Boys. We have this ball annually to raise money for homeless and orphan boys all around America."
"That's so sweet. I can just imagine how many lives you've saved." I paused when a thought came to my mind, "But why only boys?"
He smiled, "I get that often. It's not that I'm sexist or anything but boys are the ones who take up the guns, they here the ones that need the motivation."
"That sounded sexist. Girls need motivation too."
I need motivation.
He nodded, agreeing. "True but there are many foundations for girls and not enough for boys."
I gave up with a smile, "Okay, that's true."
Every little thing that this man did was for someone else's benefit. When my sister left Henrique at his office he could have easily brought to a police station and that would have been off his hands but no, he took the baby in and cared for him. Now he's helping thousands of youngsters in America. He's really a blessing.
"I admire you." I blurted out without thinking. I looked over at me and smile. "What I mean is I admire you for what you're doing here with the boys. It's great. It shows what kind of person you are."
He smirked, "And what kind of persons am I exactly?"
I laughed and shrugged, "You know..."
He shook his head, "No, I don't. I need you to tell me."
I played with my dress then looked in his eyes, "caring, sweet and loving."
He laughed, "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."
I shrugged. "Nah, there is nothing special about me."
Since his hand was already holding mine, it was so easily for him to pull me close.
He shook his head, "Don't say that."
"But it's true." I wasn't special. My ex-fiancé slept with my sister while I would have given him by virginity freely. Obviously, my body wasn't special or else he would have chosen me.
"No, it's not."
I shook my head. I wanted to cry. I'm not special and here is this lovely man telling me I am.
"You are special, you might not see it, but I do." He took both my other hand in his and now we were standing in front of each other. Even in heels he was still towering me. "You're very special. Not many women would be doing what you are doing?"
What am I doing? I asked myself.
Falling for Alexander Carter, that's what you're doing.
"You're special, you're sweet, caring, loving and so god damning beautiful."
Even though I was a little sad I could help but blush.
"See, look at that amazing smile of yours. You are very special."
As I smiled up at him as the music changed from slow jazz to salsa. I laughed at music. Alexander, "Por favor." He said asking for a dance.
I nodded.
He released right hand and placed his left hand on my shoulder. We started moving our hips to the music. I went in and out of his arms both of staring at each with grins on our face as we danced. This was great, even other couples start dancing to the music as well while some just watch from the side.
The music began to slow and then the song ended and went to a slower song but instead of stop dancing he pulled me closer and we danced to the slow song. I rest my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
For the first time in three years I could say I am truly and deeply happy.
