Chapter 5 Choosing A Wife

2 months in and the resort is coming along great, we have pushed back the launch until I find a girl, I am to propose at the launch, Gordon has it all figured out, all I have to do is play along, I have 4 girls to choose from, I am being scripted on what to do. So I have 4 photos and 4 videos of girls, all Russian. I have my own questions here but I know better than to ask too many. It's an 'I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine' situation, all of these girls look like models, that helps. At first, I fought this fake engagement and I was very angry but now, I'm growing to like it.

All I have to do is be engaged and then married, she will live in my house but we will not be together unless we decide to be, whoever I pick arrives in 2 days so I am making my final decision.

The silence order on Tammy has been served, they have paid her off, she can no longer go to the press about me and all incriminating evidence has been erased, she wouldn't get paid until her computers, phones, etc had been handed over. I left all of that to the Russians to sort. I am grateful but it does leave me wondering who my business partners are. If we all just play nice there should never be any problems. My mother grew up with Gordon and she trusts him.

"This one," I say to Gordon,

"Good choice, she's a nice girl, nice family, very very beautiful, a model who got into some trouble back home. but nothing too serious, she will be here in 2 days, you will collect her from the airport, your story, she is an old friend from Russia, you spent many holidays together, you recently rekindled your friendship and fell in love, you will pick her up from the airport with flowers, paparazzi will be there, she will also know the plan"

Today is the day my bride is to arrive. I am nervous, what do I wear, a suit like I do for work, casual clothes like I would meet my mother or friends from the airport, what? I can't believe I'm nervous, what car do I bring, my business meeting car or my boy about town car, my head is spinning out. I ring my mother, she is on her way over, I am really freaking out. My mother is here, thank God.

"I don't have a clue what to wear, or what car to use, did you get me the flowers?"

"Alexi, calm down, it's just like going on a date, what would you wear on a date, what car would you use?, it's no different, from the airport I have made dinner reservations at Le Blanks for you both, take her to a fancy restaurant, if paparazzi are there its fine, smile and be polite, but say no comment if asked questions, Gordon and I will join you there after a while"

"ok, I got this, I will wear my dark grey Armani sweater and light grey jeans and use my Ferrari" I get changed and my mother gives her a seal of approval.

I nervously make my way to the airport, my girl is hot, at least I know that much, she is tall, 5 foot 9, it's good as I am 6 foot 3, she has blond hair, tanned skin, green eyes, her name is Anya, she is 23 and a full-time model, she will work for my mother's modelling agency, it makes me wonder just what kind of shady business my mother is up to with the Russians but I know better than to ask questions. Something tells me my mum and dad's marriage might have been similar to this one as both have had very secret affairs over the years, they are good at avoiding the paparazzi.

The plane has landed, I have the flowers, my mother has done a nice job I must say, I just hope this girl likes me, I mean I'm a good looking guy, that I know, I'm built, I look after my body, I work out, I eat right, I have the whole blue eyes, dark hair, chiselled jawline, good smile, all that shit girls like going on, I'm confident, charming, I don't normally get nervous but for some reason, today I'm nervous. I see paparazzi watching me, I've seen a few flashes, I had better give them a good show.