Page 10 of Bossed Around By the Bratva

Once again, my mind went swirling through a ton of questions. How could she afford a flight on a private jet? This plane belonged to the Morozovs and was only used for business trips. Who was she mixing with that had that kind of money? Who was she?

Once the plane was in the air and stable, we could unstrap ourselves. The flight attendant brought us a bottle of wine andtwo snack plates. I watched her as she took a biscuit and cheese from the plate.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, breathing through my nose. Maybe one of her family members owned a plane, just like her condo was family-owned. I should keep myself in line.

She sat staring out the window the entire time. I kept on finding myself staring at her, wondering what it was she was hiding.

“Are you scared of flying?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

“No, I’m not scared,” she replied as she glanced at me.

“May I then ask why you’re so quiet?” I asked.

“I’m just not in the mood for talking or having any form of conversation,” she said, placing the headphones over her ears.

The flight went quicker than expected with no weather issues. As the pilot announced we were about to land, she looked at me again. Her eyes seemed cloudy, or rather darker than usual.

The plane touched down, and we could get off. There was a car waiting for us on the tarmac to take us to our hotel. I would then hire a car from the hotel services so we could get around town.

Zhen stared out the window again. “I’ve made a booking for us at the top hotel here. I'm sure you’ll be pleased with their service as they are the best,” I said, watching her. I was trying to get her attention.

“Thank you,” she replied. Her tone was half cold.

“Once we’re booked in, I was thinking we could go to the finest restaurant and, if you like, visit one of the top museums in the country.”

“Please,” she breathed out sarcastically. “We’re here on business. It’s not a vacation or social visit.”

Flabbergasted by her response, I was at a loss for words for a second. “There is nothing wrong with having a decent meal and seeing relaxing art,” I huffed. Feeling slightly annoyed, I turned and looked out the window.

The driver stopped at the main doors for us, and the bellboy collected our bags. I walked ahead of her to the front desk.

“Good day, sir,” said the man standing on the other side.

“Good day, Akim Dubow,” I replied, glancing back to see where Zhen was.

“Yes, I see your booking. Please wait just a moment. The porter will be with you in a second.” He replied before ringing a small bell.

Turning to Zhen, I saw her waiting where the bellboy had placed our luggage a couple of feet behind me. “The porter will be here now,” I said, joining her. “This place is stunning, don’t you think?”

She glanced around and nodded. Yet, she appeared to study the people more closely than the building.

“Excuse me, sir,” I heard someone saying behind me. Turning swiftly, I held my hand to my chest. I didn’t hear him approaching, and he scared the shit out of me for a second. But I was met with a wide smile from the young man, surely no older than twenty. “May I take your bags?”

Nodding, I glanced at Zhen. She was holding her hand over her mouth, trying to cover the grin. As we entered the elevator, I leaned closer and whispered to her. “You found that amusing?” She didn’t say a word and kept her eyes focused on the door.

Stepping out on the top floor, we followed the porter to one of the last doors. He slid the keycard through the slot, pushed the door open, and pushed our bags inside. I followed him in unsure why he was putting all the bags in one room, as I had booked two.

“Here’s your key, sir,” he said, holding out the card.

Looking around, I felt my mood change. Glancing at Zhen, I was met with a death stare. I was glad that she didn’t say anything at that moment. I paid the boy and waited for him to leave.

Before I could even open my mouth, she came at me. “What the hell is this?” she spat, holding her hands in the air. “This is a business trip! I will not be sharing a bed with you!”

She stormed towards the bed in the far corner. Swiping the roses to the floor, she continued to rage. “What are these for? Did you think you were going to get laid while we were here? I’m not like other women, you know. This might work with your secretary or whoever else, but not me, pal. There is no way I am sleeping with you, not even to keep my job!”

Now this, this I found amusing, but I kept my smile inside. “Zhen!” I huffed, raising my voice slightly.

She instantly stopped talking. As she looked at me, I could see a hint of fear in her eyes. “Just calm down. This is not what I booked. I will go down and get it sorted. I’m sure it’s just a mix-up. Please, don’t fight with me about something I have not done.”

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