Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 1

Christian Ozera had spent most of his life trying to get to where he was at this moment and even now he still had a long way to go.

Sighing he waited patiently for the person he was hoping to work for. Christian had heard of this position from a good friend and he really hoped he would get it. If not it would be back to working long nights at the diner and less time with the love of his life. He needed this job for her and for himself.

After a few more torturous minutes, a receptionist with dark brown hair that was almost black and brown eyes entered the room. Christian could see why the boss here had hired her. She was quite the looker even if she wasn't really his type.

"Good morning Mr. Ozera, Mr. Belikov will see you now."

Christian nodded and followed the woman to the office of his potential boss. He swallowed trying to push the nervous thoughts from his mind. All he had to do was remind himself that he needed this job no matter what the cost. He couldn't afford not to.

The woman smiled at Christian in reassurance as she pushed open the door and smiled at the man who Christian assumed was the world famous Dimitri Belikov.

To Christian he was just a normal man, but to everyone else he was a God of the journalism world. He always knew where the hard hitting stories were and he knew exactly how to get them. Christian would be honored to be working with him, if he would have him of course.

Dimitri looked up from his computer and smiled at the assistant who had escorted Christian to the office. If he didn't know any better Christian would have assumed he had a thing for her, but Christian knew better than to ask. After all he wouldn't want anyone to know his secret around here. Usually when people found out they weren't too kind to him and he didn't want to make his current situation worse.

"Hello Roza, who have you brought for me today?"

Her smile grew bigger making Christian assume that his theory was right.

"Christian Ozera, Mr. Belikov. He's here interviewing for pour journalism position."

Dimitri nodded as he gestured for Christian to take a seat. Christian nodded and sat down in the chair across from him.

"Thank you Rose, you can go now."

Rose nodded and shut the door behind her leaving Christian to face Dimitri Belikov alone. Now that Christian was looking at Dimitri without any interruptions he noticed why he had been named one of the most attractive males in the journalism business. He had a complexion and the looks to make any girl fall to their knees. Not to mention that the Russian accent that Christian had noticed earlier probably helped him a little bit. Christian wished he had that ability, but he did have a few good features of his own like his jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. Christian shook the thoughts from his head and looked back up at Dimitri.

"I only have one question for you Mr. Ozera. Why do you want to work at Passion? What makes you more qualified than any other candidate that I've interviewed?"

Christian pondered this for a moment before coming up with a valid response.

"I want to work at Passion, because I need something good to happen in my life. I've been on a tough road lately and all I want is a chance to prove that I can be the person you need. I know there's probably a better candidate out there for you, but I promise I will work as hard as I can to prove to you that I belong here."

"Okay, when can you start?"

"Wait, that's it?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No. Not at all. I can start right now if you want."

"Excellent. I already have an assignment for you."

"I'll do anything."

"How do you feel about strip clubs?"

Christian's eyebrows stitched together in puzzlement.

"I guess I'm okay with them. Why?"

"I've been trying to get this story on a stripper there. I can sense a good story on her, unfortunately she knows what I look like and refuses to do this story. I need you to go there and convince her otherwise."

"I guess it's worth a try."

"I have faith you can do it Christian. Just don't let me down."

"I'll try my best not to sir."

"That's my boy. Now get out there t me that story."

He nodded and got some information before leaving the office with a great deal of confidence in him. Little did he know that this would probably be one of the hardest assignments he's ever done.

After getting a file from Rose, Christian sat in his car and looked at the strip club where Vaslisa Dragomir worked. According to the file he had received, her stage name was princess, but there was something about about calling her that didn't sit well with him. He sighed he guessed it was show time.

Christian stepped out of the car and walked up to the strip club. If Elizabeth knew he was doing this she would be embarrassed, but as long as he didn't tell her she should be good.

The strip club looked like an underground dance club with a lot of lights and glitter. Christian sat down in one of the over sized plush chairs and watched the other strippers until Vasilisa was announced and came on the stage.

The rest of the girls were alright, but none of them compared to what he felt when Vasilisa stepped onto the stage.

When Vaslisa stepped out onto the stage, Christian's eyes widened in shock and surprise as he laid eyes on possibly one of the most gorgeous women he had ever saw. If Christian could explain Vaslisa Dragomir to someone who had never saw her before he would say these exact words. Vasilisa Dragomir was a goddess in human form with her long blonde hair that reminded him of sunshine and her jade green eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. She was amazing. Even her dancing sent him over the edge. It was more like she was telling a story rather than just throwing together a bunch of random dance moves. No wonder Dimitri had wanted a story on her. She was quite the intriguing person and he for one couldn't wait to find out more about her.

When her dance was over she stepped off of the stage and smiled at a guy that Christian had seen around the diner a couple of times. He was kind of a crazy one, but he was nice enough to hold a decent conversation with Christian when he had a long night. What was he doing here? Christian wondered.

Christian shook his head wondering why he exactly cared when he was on an assignment. He wasn't here to talk to Adrian., he was here to interview Vasilisa no matter what it took to get the story out of her. He just had to find some way to interrupt.

Taking a deep breath, he went to the room where he had seen Vasilisa and Adrian go into and was immediately taken aback by what he saw.

Vasilisa was in the room alright. But instead of just talking to Adrian she was down on her knees doing certain activities with him. Christian stood there in shock as Adrian looked up and gasped. He shoved Vasilisa off of him causing her to fall to the ground before he zipped up his pants and ran out of there as if he were a child who just got caught red handed.

Christian was so distracted that he didn't see Vasilisa until she was right in front of him. Now seeing her up close he realized she was ten times more beautiful than when he saw her onstage, but instead of looking sexy and flirtatious she now looked pissed off.

"Seriously, you couldn't have just waited like everyone else? That was one of my best clients. You better be just as good at tipping as he is."

"I'm not here for that."

"Than what are you here for?" she said giving him a pointed look.

"Listen I don't really want to waste any more of your time, but I was hoping I could ask you some questions."

"Really! What is up with you reporters? I'm not telling you jack shit. Now get the fuck out."

"I'm not going anywhere until you-"

Before he could say anything further he felt the wetness splash onto his face and saw that Vasilisa had just thrown a drink in his face. Talk about a rude awakening.

"Get the fuck out, I'm not going to ask again and don't bother coming back. I don't want to see your stupid ass face in this club again."

"You see Vasilisa, I don't think I can do that. You've intrigued me way too much. I know there's a story here and I know that you're deeper than you think you are. And sometime I'll prove that to you."

"Seriously. Nobody has called me that ever since my parents-"

"What happened to your parents?"

"It's none of your fucking business. Get the fuck out and it's Lissa thank you very much."

"Please just let me-"

"Security!"

Before Christian could form another word strong hands grabbed him and dragged him out of the club throwing him out and shutting the back door behind them. So much for that plan.

He grunted getting up off the ground and got into his car. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was go home and see Elizabeth.

As soon as he got home he climbed out of the car and walked into his house. His aunt Tasha Ozera smiled at him as the girl who had just barely turned thirteen smiled at him. He knew that Elizabeth was getting too old for a baby sitter, but he just couldn't help it. He didn't really trust a lot of people with his daughter and she would always be his baby no matter how old she got.

"Hey dad. How did the interview go?"

Christian smiled and hugged Elizabeth. He might have had her when he was a teenager, but she was the best thing that ever happened to him in his life. It's exactly why he knew he couldn't give up. These were the most sensitive years of her life and he knew that she needed a good role model to look up to. It wasn't enough that her mother was a junkie, she couldn't have a deadbeat father as well. He owed this to her and to himself.

"I got the job."

"That's great dad. I'm so proud of you."

He smiled at her and patted her on the head.

"Shouldn't you be doing homework?"

Elizabeth smiled and sat back down next to her aunt. Christian sighed and went into his room to lay down. It had been a long day and he really needed sleep before he went to Dimitri tomorrow. He knew he wouldn't be pleased with Christian, but he wouldn't give up. He would get this story on Vasilisa Dragomir no matter what he had to do.