The young billionaire

Even during breaks I was still expected to keep up with the basic of training nutrition. That made me wonder why Aleksander was seeing a dietician and trainer. He was incredibly fit, but I didn't think he was a professional athletic. I kept thinking about him as I waited for a cab to take me home.

At the corner of the street, i passed a newspaper stand with snacks and magazines. I grimaced when I recognized last month's magazine that I was on the cover of. But my eyes wandered briefly over the newspapers and newer magazines the stand owner was getting out for the day.

A gasp pulled itself from my lips and vanished in the air. I reached out and grabbed the magazine with Aleksander's face on the front.

Youngest millionaire in New York City. My heart dropped through the bottom of my chest as I read the words.
"You buying a copy, sweet heart?" The stand owner drawled in a heavy brooklyn accent. Then his eyes wandered over my face and whipped back to the older magazine cover I was splayed across. "Whoa, sign a copy of this for me and you can take this one for no charge."

I gave him a sheepish smile, uncomfortable but not surprised by the turn of events. "Ofcourse, sounds like a deal to me."
I autographed my cover and took the new version with Aleksander. The magazine burned against my palm when I took it. The coincidence that we were on the cover of the same company's magazine one month after the other blew my mind. But I knew there would be an interview in here that might tell me more about the mysterious man who wanted me badly enough to pay for me.

Once a cab pulled over me and I leapt inside I was flipping through the magazine and searching frantically for the interview section. I pushed out a heavy exhale when I found it.

Aleksander looked exquisitely handsome in his photos. The photographer highlightened his dark looks perfectly. I could almost feel the seating gaze on my skin coming off the pages. My finger delicately traced over his face on the page, over his strong jaw and dark brows. Something in my chest fluttered.

At that, I turned my eyes to start reading, mouth agape as I took in the new information. I didn't know anything about this man other than he was a phenomenal kisser and he was great in bed. If we were going to be around one another more often I felt compelled to learn all I could before going in blindly.

He was the youngest millionaire in all of the New York City, not just the big city. Originally born in Russia and came to live with uncle and aunt in the states as a young child. He quickly took an interest in the family business. After attending Cornell University to get a degree in finance and business he took a major role at Makalov industries and responsible for immeasurable growth.

Known as a rich bachelor and some what of a Playboy, Aleksander has never had a serious relationship that lasted very long. He put too much time into the business of the business, and no one could handle his devotion to work.
But he donated to several charities and generally kept his life relatively private. The interviewer asked a question about some model he recently dated but Aleksander cited work as what drove them apart.

After meeting him I wondered how true that was. I could easily believe he was a Playboy. However, my mind argued he was being too determined when it came to our budding contract. I shook that away.

Aleksander had wanted to find me at the party but that didn't necessarily mean he was serious about a real relationship. My gut instinct was to believe that Aleksander was a man of flings and one night stands. I was just another name on his list of conquests, even if he was willing to pay.

As I wondered if Dax would even let Aleksander have an exclusive contract the taxi pulled up to my destination. I took one long deep breath and looked up at the side of the hospital when I got out of the cab.

No matter how tired I was this had to be my first stop before going home.
Even in last night's dress with damp hair from the morning shower I was going to go in. I had to.

The nurse at the desk recognized me, not from the ballet but because of how often I was here.

"Good to see you, Rhea!
" He's not awake yet, but you can go right in."
The nurse had a twinkle in her eyes that surprised me for some one in her line of work. This entire place felt like death to me, and yet there was always a genuine smile shinning from her face.

The light in the hospital room was off since it was still so early in the morning. This room overlooked the main Street outside and I opened the curtains to let in the light from the sunrise. From this floor the people below looked like ants and I watched them go about their lives for a few minutes, wishing my day could be so mundane as theirs.

"Rhea?" That familiar voice croaked, followed by a cough. I pushed myself from the window and whirled around.
"Papa?" My lip trembled to see him in bed, violent coughs now wracking his body. My feet carried me across the room, and I sat on the edge of his bed reaching for his free hand. "I'm sorry Papa, did I wake you?"

"No, darling, I have been dozing here and there, but the coughing keeps me up more than anything else", Papa Pat the back of my hand and fully opened his eyes to look at me.
I took in his comforting face and let the light in his blue eyes that resembled mine melt away my worries.