Zion Morozov
The entire next 32 hours of my life were dedicated to getting her everything figured out.
I hoped to see her both in scrubs and dresses as she was visually pleasing.
I got her a key off the copy I keep and a black card.
Then I worked out her old job and she packed her things the next day that she'd bring and left whatever else.
I ordered all the furniture she chose.
Then I moved it in as she flew here.
I was picky. No one was allowed in my home but Alec, I didn't want anyone to be in her space she didn't agree to.
So I did it all myself.
I don't know why I was so eager for this, maybe because it was something new in my boring life.
Maybe because my money would go to her rather than a hospital to not rat me out to anyone.
And peoples medical bills.
But the second I got the chance, I went home and passed out having the deepest sleep of my life.
-
A knock on my office door.
"Come in."
My sister and Kaia walked in.
"She's here!" Zoe sang and I rolled my eyes, standing.
I handed her, her key, her black card.
"Everything you need and shipped here is already in the penthouse which I trust Zoe will show you to." I nodded.
"Is this your club?"
I nodded.
"When do I-"
"Go see your penthouse. Come back when you're settled and dressed in... not sweatpants. Your wardrobe has things to get you by but you can shop whenever you desire." I cut her off.
"Okay."
"Zoe, can you start the car and the AC? It's hot out. I just gotta fill Kaia in." I smiled.
"For sure." She came to me, kissing my cheek before squeezing Kaia's arm excitedly.
Then she left.
"My sister knows I have a billion dollar business. You'll learn soon who to say what to. But until then, zip." I instructed.
"I'm not a dog. You can speak to me normally. Unless the whole decent person thing was a facade." She glared at me.
I shrugged.
"It wasn't. But learn quick. You know how real shit can get, this is a tough world we live in but it's about to get tougher for you. Go to the penthouse, get ready however you chose to, get dressed nicely because you start tonight, sweetheart." She glared at me, her expression one of tiredness and fatigue.
"Welcome to New Orleans, Louisiana. You have between now and three hours to leave, after that you belong here with me." I smiled down at her exhausted face.
"Go fuck yourself." She grumbled before walking away.
I laughed and went to my desk.
-
She came back, I watched her be led inside by my security guards as she walked toward the elevator and before I prepared myself she was in my office.
My men followed her in, standing by the elevator but not blocking it in.
Her brown curls were refreshed, her blue eyes dancing in irritation, exhaustion wiped from her being.
But the dress.
"I seemed to have no shoes in my closet." She glared at me.
"Still with the attitude?" I asked. Amused.
"I'm crabby. There's a difference." She said and I turned, grabbing a shoe box.
"These?"
"Cute but my toes aren't painted."
"Does that truly matter?" I asked, amazed with how the rich girl card was already being played.
"To me, yes. Yes it does." She blinked.
"Alright." I called Alec.
"Boss?" He was on speaker.
"I'm gonna need a Peach Margarita and a size 8 in those other heels I sent you a photo of right now." I had Zak send it to him and she turned, seeing it.
"Of course. I'm on it now."
She hummed in satisfaction.
"While it's waiting, have a seat, printsessa." I said and she did.
The elevator opened, the margarita placed in front of her.
She smirked.
I was feeding into the rich girl attitude. I was a fool.
"Are you gonna be a brat from now on?" I sat back.
"I'm not a brat. Leaving here I aided a raped woman in an alleyway and I'm fucking tired. So no. That's just a temporary mood." She rolled her eyes.
"Just making sure." I sat back.
She sipped it and sighed.
"So good. Thank you." She looked at me and I nodded.
Her lips were full, a beauty mark on the left side, above her lip, below her nose. Her hair was curly, slightly frizzy since it was plane ridden. But gorgeous nonetheless.
She was very pretty. An addicting kind, it was hard to look away.
Then Alec walked in.
"I have them." He straightened his jacket and she turned.
He was clearly breathtaken as well.
"I'm Alec. You must be Kaia." He offered a hand and a charming smile.
"Nice meeting you." She nodded.
He opened the box and showed her the brand new shoes.
"I love them." She smiled.
He knelt and she looked at me with a nervous face.
Then she realized what he was doing.
"So it's not just a you thing." She looked at me.
"No, I pride myself on respect, Kaia. All of the men working for me care for their wife's and their daughters and their moms. It's how we operate. You're safe and well taken care of." I shrugged.
Not a hard concept.
He stood and she smiled.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." She nodded.
"Anything else, Zion?" He asked.
"No, thank you." I nodded, excusing him as he walked out.
"Now to why you're here. This is a confidentiality agreement. Whatever I say, you can't repeat, to anyone other than who knows of it. This isn't the official you work for me form though." I said and she nodded, signing it after reading through it.
Here we go.