The Beauty & The Businessman

Chapter 1

(Edited - ish)

Dimitri

He had just wanted a single day to himself just to be able to drink his coffee in peace without a single interference. However today would not be that day, His wife had not given him more than three minutes of no interuptions, which was from the doorstep of his door to the end of the street they lived in.
    His wife, Natasha, had called him the moment he reached the end of the street claiming to be missing him already. Dimitri was getting extremely tired of his wife's antics, she had become clingier with every month that they stayed together. It felt like his lungs were collapsing all the time.

Reaching the coffee shop Dimitri drew in a deep breath as Natasha kept on talking like her life depended on it, he knew he had to hang up on her in a few moments and he couldn't wait. "Natasha, I can't promise I ll be home for dinner. I have a few thing I still need to finish for the fundraiser, and I still haven'' finalized the papers with Mazur and I.."  before he could finnish his sentence a scolding hot liquid suddenly appeared on his chest soaking through his shirt and most likely ruining it in the process. 

    "I am so sorry sir, are you alright?" A soft feminene voice spoke in front of him filled with worry and embarrassment.

    "Do I seem alright to you?" Dimitri's irritated voice grumbled through the glatter of glasses, the sound of coffee machines and the chatter of people in the early morning rush. "My shirt is most likely ruined" As he became more annoyed with his day his accent became more apparent, some might find him frightening when the thick russian drawl shone through.

    The woman standing in front of him no longer held a look of worry or embarrassment, now her entire posture radiated with annoyance and authority. "I did say I was sorry, there is no reason to be rude you know. Shit happens, Whether we like it or not. Maybe look around you and hang up the phone next time!" the hiss of anger made Dimitri raise his eyes from the coffee soaked shirt glued to his body, and what he saw made his jaw drop.

She was gorgeous. She didn''  look like most women around seattle, she looked more exotic, her dark wavy hair cascading down her back shining as the sun hit it just right. She wore a tight white dress with a black blazer on top, looking sexy as hell yet like a professional.  She seemed like a woman in charge and the look in her eye made Dimitri want to antagonize her even more for some unknown reason. 

"You should watch where you walk. You ruined my shirt." 

"I did already apologise for that, and you don't seem like a man that can't afford a new shirt or ten" Sending me one last death glare she exits the shop and i'm left wondering why the hell I have never seen that woman before. I chuckle to myself as I head towards the counter where a gaping barista looks at my shirt or more likely the tattoos underneath it. I order my cup of coffee thinking whoever invented that drink and thanking myself for always keeping a spare shirt in my car. 

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Rose

Rosemarie Naila Mazur, the daughter of Ibrahim Mazur and Janine Mazur , the power couple of Seattle. He was a well known lawyer and she a first class Architect. Together they had raised four children, three sons and a daughter.

Their oldest Aiden at 28 had followed in his father's footsteps along with his youngest brother Cameron. The second born son however followed his mother's passion for architecture.

Then there was the youngest of the four Rosemarie, she like her two of her older brothers had decided to become a lawyer and work alongside her family at their firm in downtown seattle. She was only 24 yet she had managed to graduate much sooner than she had hoped.