ISBN-13: 9781511638500 / Angielski / Miękka / 2015 / 448 str.
ISBN-13: 9781511638500 / Angielski / Miękka / 2015 / 448 str.
Ever since I set eyes on Shana at La Scala in Milan, something made of her had buried itself inside me, had become part of me but in a place I hadn't been aware existed. It constantly battled for recognition since then, rising from my depths, but the disciplinarian in me remained adamant. I rammed it down, back to the depths it had come from. Because it threatened me. I was anxious that it might be something I wouldn't be able to handle the way I always preferred to handle stuff - my way, and nobody else's but my way. The lads don't fall in love at first sight. They have sex the first chance they got. The lads don't hug pillows to themselves and dream of the girl of their ultimate desire, they go to the bathroom and deal with the dream. Or pick up their wallets, car keys and go hunting. But I realized soon enough that, for once, it wasn't the sex I sought with Shana. It was some deficit that left me incomplete. A compulsive hunger and thirst I suddenly couldn't ignore or cover up with aggressive success in bed and boardroom. I wanted Shana. Needed her. No wonder it all clandestinely frightened me. It distorted my perceived sense of independence. Or maybe straightened it out. Opened my eyes. Ask hell. Now priorities had changed. Perspectives as well. Worrying. What if Shana rejected me, rejected everything about me and where I wanted her in my life for all time? Now I had Shana and my flesh and blood, and I wanted them both. Will my woman accept that I'm expecting a baby with another woman?