Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 2

Frustrated hands hit the computer screen as Christian Ozera closed his laptop shut, so far nothing was coming together on this article about Vaslisa Dragomir and he was getting really tired of it. It had been a week since their last confrontation and Christian was tired of getting thrown out of the club every single night so he had turned to information elsewhere. Whether it had been from her ex boyfriends or former strippers he had managed to dig up a few things on Lissa, but it had been a less than satisfying amount and he really had a feeling that Dimitri wouldn't stand for the piece of shit he was about to turn in. Why couldn't any of this be easy for him?

Sighing he put his laptop away and went downstairs to where his daughter was making breakfast. During times like this he would love watching how his daughter was growing up to be a semi decent woman despite the lack of a motherly figure. She reminded him why he was doing all of this no matter how much of a pain in the ass it was for him. She was worth it and she always would be.

Before he could say a word to her, Elizabeth turned around and squealed startled dropping the cup of milk as she did so. He had to admit that she did get the clumsiness from her mom. Her mom. Now that was a person Christian hadn't thought of in a while. He wondered what she was doing now.

He shook his head mentally slapping himself for thinking about that bitch who had left him and his daughter for a high as he made his way to help Elizabeth clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry dad. I wasn't paying attention."

"No it was my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you."

Elizabeth nodded as she put the broken pieces of glass in the trash.

"So how is work going?" she asked going to the fridge and pouring herself a new glass.

"Not so great. I have this big assignment and I can't seem to get the subject to talk to me what so ever."

"Have you tried being polite to her?"

"How did you know it was a girl?"

"Just call it an educated guess. You've never been that great when it comes to talking to girls."

"Alright than what do you suggest Miss smartie pants."

"I would treat her like she was a normal person. If you want her to tell you something personal about herself than you have to tell her something personal about yourself. It's how these things kind of work."

"Okay, so what do I tell my boss today?"

"Be honest with him and tell him to go bang that secretary of his."

"Elizabeth!"

"You act like I can't hear you and aunt Tasha talking about things."

"Still you shouldn't ease drop."

"Just be yourself dad and you'll make it through the day."

"When did you become so smart?"

"I guess the territory comes when you have a pretty great dad."

"I love you, you know."

"I know dad. I love you too."

"Okay than get your but upstairs and get dressed for school. I'll even take you if you want."

"Actually I got a ride from one of my friends and her mom if you don't mind me going with them instead."

"Sure thing princess."

Elizabeth smiled as she gave him a hug and went upstairs. He knew he'd be thankful for these moments when she became a full fledged teenager and started hating him, but for now he would remember her just like this. His little girl. His life.

Christian paced back and forth in front of Dimitri's office as he thought about how to go about this. He needed more help and Dimitri was his guy, but he really didn't want to tell Dimitri that he had close to nothing for the article, but he didn't see how he could not do that.

Christian sighed swallowing his pride and opening Dimitri's door wishing that he had knocked before he entered Dimitri's office, because what he saw would forever scar him for life.

Rose was on her knees in front of Dimitri and his pants were down to his ankles. His member was in her mouth and she was sucking on him like there was no tomorrow. Well at least now he had his answers about them.

Dimitri gasped as Rose got off her knees and narrowed her eyes at Christian.

"Next time knock." she said making her way out of the office.4

Dimitri sighed in irritation as he picked up his pants and zipped up the zipper.

"This better be good Ozera. I was in the middle of something."

Christian composed himself and stood up straighter hoping that Dimitri wouldn't punch him for interrupting his time with Rose.

"I need your help."

"And my help couldn't have waited another two hours?"

"Two hours?"

"Me and Rose can lasts a while. She's a real spite fire. Makes me feel younger, but that's not the point. What was so important that you had to interrupt us?"

"Ugh it's about Vasilisa."

"What about her? Did you get my story?"

"Not yet."

"Than why are you here?"

"Like I said I need you help."

"Fine. What for?"

"I got kicked out of the club and now I can't get back in I need your help to get around that."

"Done. Now do me a favor and get the hell out of my office before I regret believing in you."

Chrsitain nodded getting out of his office so fast that he bumped into Rose. She was obviously still pissed about earlier.

"Do me a favor Christian and knock next time?"

"I'm sorry I didn't know. I just thought you liked him. I didn'/t know you two were doing other things besides dating."

"ugh we're not together we just fuck each other were adults Christian we can do that without feeling."

"Well I wish you the best of luck with that by the way you button is still undone and your boob is trying to spill out."

"Don't tell anyone Christian or I swear-"

"Chill I won't, but you might want to put your girl in her assigned seat."

Rose bit on her lip as Christian went back to his office to plan his next move.

Music blasted from the club as Christian was let into it. Despite Dimitri still being pissed at him for earlier he really did come through for him today as he sat down as far away from the stage as possible. He had just got back in and he didn't want to risk getting kicked out again just in case someone recognized him before he got to Vssilisa. He had to get something today or else he didn't know what Dimitri would do to him.

He ordered his drink as Vasilisa was introduced and stepped onto the stage. Christian had watched Vasilisa dance only once, but he still remembered it as if she was one of his favorites movies. He sat there memorized as she danced again and he smiled. He looked at her as if she wasn't someone else's child. She wondered if that was why she was so hostile. He guessed he would find out sooner or later because no matter what he would come back until she opened up to him.

Once she was done dancing, Christian went into one of the private rooms and requested Vasilisa as he nursed his drink waiting for her. He knew that this would be difficult at first, but he had to get through to her. He just hoped that what he brought for her would get her to open up to him at least a little bit.

The door opened as Christian looked up to see Vaslisa. She was just as beautiful as he remembered even with the furious look on her face. He knew that she would be a challenge but damn he would sure as hell try.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I told you to fuck off."

"You see you did, but I'm really bad at taking instructions from people who aren't my friends or bosses."

Vasilisa sighed and crossed her arms.

"What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious I want to know you."

"Well I don't want you to know me. You're the swine of the journalist world and I've already been through enough shit to give into an asshole like you."

"You don't even know me."

"But I know your type. Trust me your the guy who gets to know girls before you dump them on their ass."

"How dare you."

"Now you know how an invasion of privacy feels."

"Wait."

Before she could leave he grabbed her arm and than she slammed him into a wall in defense. God. That hurt.

"Don't fucking touch me you fucking pervert."

"Listen I don't want to hurt you I just want to convince you to do this story."

She crossed her arms and gave him a narrowed look.

"Fine. Try to convince me than. You have two minutes."

Christian sighed as Vasilisa sat on the couch. He pulled out the picture he had kept in his wallet and handed it to her.

"This story might take more than two minutes."

"Who is this? Another stripper you harass I the name of your career. You must be worse than I thought."

"No. This is my daughter."

"You look way top young to have a daughter."

"That's because I had her young. I was only sixteen when I got her fourteen year old mother pregnant. We managed to make it this far in the world and I'm hoping you can help us get farther. You see I won't judge you because I've made mistakes too. I'm the last person who should judge you. I went after a preteen after all and her mother was no older than her when I did it. "

"What happened to her mom?"

"I kicked her out of the house after our daughter accidentally got into one of her stashes and died. I felt that it was for my daughters own personal safety if we left and never came back."

"Is she still alive?"

"From what I've heard yes, but I haven't actually heard from her since."

"Does your daughter miss her?"

"I don't think so, but you never know with kids now a days."

Vasilisa laughed making Christian feel rewarded as she handed him the picture.

"And that's why I'm doing this, because she deserves a much better life than what I'm giving her right now."

"You're a good dad and trust me when I say that her situation could have been a lot worse. Every girl deserves a dad who actually loves her."

"Is that what happened to you?"

Vasilisa laughed. "Let's just say you'll figure it out soon enough."

"Are you saying-"

"Yes I'll do your stupid story but I tell the story and you listen no questions and I get approval of the final story when you're done with it."

"That doesn't sound like too bad of a deal. It looks like you got yourself one."

She smiled and sat up.

"Well I got to get back to work, but I'll see you around sometime."

"Yeah I'll see you around."

Lissa left and Christian smiled like he hadn't smiled in days.