The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(28)
Chapter 4: Accepting The Job
Chapter 5: The Baby
Chapter 6: Acceptance
Chapter 7: Marriage To Shelly
Chapter 1
Trouble In Paradise
Vladimir Dabenkoff was on his personal jet coming back from Russia. He was one of the largest vodka producers in the world. He had just acquired a new manufacturing plant in Russia, and was trying to get the product up to code to be sold in the United States.
Russia didn't care if it had particles from wood, or how it was stored, but the FDA had certain standards every company had to keep labeled and had to be able to prove storing methods. He had to get his Russian factory up to code before he could sell it in the USA.
He was tired. He couldn't even go to his home country without woman flocking him, hoping he'd take them back to the US. He wanted a woman who wanted him for himself, but he wasn't even sure how to go about finding one. Everyone knew who he was.
The plane started to make weird noises and bounce in the sky, concerned, Vlad went to the pilots and rapped on the door.
“Sorry Sir, we've hit some turbulence. There's a big storm over Washington D.C. They are recommending we bring her down for the night before finishing our journey to California. They've already cleared us for landing,” his pilot told him.
“If it snows, won't we be stuck here?” Vlad asked out loud, really thinking more to himself than his pilot.
“It could definitely slow us down for a few days, or even a week, Sir. But I don't think it's safe to continue through this storm,” the pilot replied, sounding extremely worried. “My recommendation is we ground ourselves until it is safe to be in the air again.”
“Whatever you think is best Ben; this is why I pay you to fly. Your expertise is invaluable to keeping us safe,” Vlad said with his Russian accent thick as he went back to his seat. The buckle seat sign came on, and he felt the plane lurch as it started going down.
They were near the International D.C. Airport that had a runway just for private jets. The high class escort he'd taken with him for company on the jet was snoring away in the back, he was pretty sure she'd popped some pills, and he was disgusted.
He was getting fed up with all these women just being a pretty face; none of them had any depth to their character. None of them were very intelligent, and while most had pretty faces, beauty could only hold his interest for so long.
Vlad was known for being a notorious playboy that no one woman could get him to stick around. He didn't mind that reputation, it kept women from getting the wrong idea. He'd had a few try to trap him into marriage, but he was careful and their ruse usually fell apart once he wanted them to prove things.
He pulled his cell phone out and texted his assistant to wire the woman with him some money, so when they landed, he didn't have to ride home with her, and so she could get a different plane ticket anywhere she wanted. As long as she was off his plane.
He didn't approve of drug use, and had he known she dabbled with it, he never would have let her come.
Disgusted with himself, he really needed to find a better path in life. Being with a woman for a weekend was getting old, he wanted to settle down, though he knew as a very rich eligible bachelor, finding a woman who liked him for himself and not his money would be a challenge.
Chapter 2
The Storm
Vlad checked into his hotel room, it wasn't in a fancy neighborhood, as the airport and nearby fancier hotels were all booked up due to the weather. He was a few minutes from the airport in a sketchier part of town.
He'd just unpacked; as they said it might be a few days and walked down to ask for some quarters to use the vending machine to get a soda. When he walked into the office, the man who'd been behind the counter had left, and a curvy black girl stood behind the counter. She reminded him a lot of Halle Berry in her prime.
Her makeup was subtle, but she didn't even need it. She had just the right amount of curves, and her face was delicate for a black woman. She was utterly feminine and he was enchanted.
When she didn't seem to care who he was, he approached her with some cash to get dollars.
“Make change?” he asked her making her do a double take.
“'Scuse me?” she said, noticing him finally. “Say that again?”
“Can you give me change for my dollars?” Vlad said again, sliding the money across the counter to her.
“Change machine is over there, if it's not out. Try that first.” She nodded her head to the right, were an ATM and change machine for the laundry were located.
“Thank you... Shelly,” he told her looking down at her chest, reading her name tag.
“Sure, let me know if you need anything else.”
“Have breakfast with me, when you get off your shift”
“I'm not supposed to date customers.”
Vlad considered her answer and realized she didn't say no.
“I can go to a different hotel, and then you can have breakfast with me,” he told her tilting his head, getting a better look at her.
“No, don't do that, my boss would have a hissy fit. I'll have breakfast with you in the morning. I get off work at eight; meet me in the parking lot,” she replied with the expression on her face one of amazement, and then she furrowed her brows and stared hard at him for a minute. “You're not a serial killer are you or part of the mob?”