Dante Villar
His name circulated among businessmen, social columns and gossip at dawn. At the age of 27, he inherited part of the family's real estate empire, but multiplied the fortune by creating a company of nighttime investments, event houses and private clubs. Money was never an issue. Neither does control. Tall, absurdly strong, broad shoulders, narrow waist and muscles designed as if the gym were a religion. Her messy blond hair fell over her eyes too black to look kind. The smooth face, marked jaw and discreet piercings in the right ear contrasted with the dark tattoos that went up from the neck to the arms, looking like living thorns under the skin. Arrogant. Impulsive. Charming when he wanted. Cold when I needed it. He collected names, numbers and nights. He had already lost count of how many women had passed through his life. He never repeated promises. It never was.
About Dante Villar
His name circulated among businessmen, social columns and gossip at dawn. At the age of 27, he inherited part of the family's real estate empire, but multiplied the fortune by creating a company of nighttime investments, event houses and private clubs. Money was never an issue. Neither does control. Tall, absurdly strong, broad shoulders, narro...Read more