“What have I ever done to you to deserve the degree of hatred, disdain and dislike you show me? I only ever try to please you but you're never satisfied! What do you want from me, Hailey? What is your issue with me?”

The Bamford sisters, Georgina and Hailey, were having one of their many fights. Georgina, the younger one, had endured the torment from Hailey for years and had just burst open that very morning.

They'd been about to go shopping when Hailey started nagging and finding endless errors in everything Georgina was doing, triggering the spark.

Stunned that Georgina had developed the gall to react, Hailey braced herself and fired back:

“I'm tired of feeding and providing for your sorry arse! Get up! Go out there and strive! I can't keep giving you almost 80% of whatever I work for, while you sit here, under the pretext of going to college, while I do all the providing around here, Georgina!”

“College is not a pretext, Hailey! And, you remember, you were the one who said I had to go to college.. You insisted on it, so why are you complaining now?” Georgina shot back.

This wasn't the first time Hailey would start a fight like this just so she could whine and complain about having to provide for and take care of both herself and Georgina, and the latter was tired of it.

“Because I expected that you would add hustle to your college education! I wasn't to know that all you wanted to do was stay home, when you didn't have classes, and read your fuckin eyeballs out or watch TV, on electricity which I pay for by the way.”

Hailey continued, “Don’t just wait for me to go out there and earn money with my blood so you can eat, feast and get fat! How the fuck was I to know this, Georgina? I expected you to help yourself! You're not a child, so why are you such a dependant?”

Hearing her own sister call her a dependant stung Georgina to the bone and she could already feel her eyes itching with onrushing tears.

“What do you want from me, Hailey? To go out and sell my body like you do to get money? Would you be happy if I did that? Would our parents-”

“Our parents are dead, Georgina! They're somewhere in heaven, eating fried rice and a dip sauce free of charge at the Lord's table.. They no longer pay the bills, I do!”

“They no longer stress their heads about the next meal, I do! They no longer have a life to live or dreams to aim towards, but I do!”

With every statement, Hailey's face got redder.

“And I, who's shouldering this burden that you have made out of yourself, am telling you to get your big, bouncy ass off the freaking couch, get it out there, find those who would spend for it and put it to good use!”

“Sit on dick if you have to! Suck it if you have to! Fuckin choke on the dick if you have to! Get smashed by the dick if you have to! Anything that gets you green paper, do it!”

Hailey was furious, now. She walked closer towards Georgina.

“You think you're better than me, don't you? You think that just because you're in some fancy college, which I pay for by the way, and I'm out in the streets, earning with my body, that you're better than me?”

The hate in her voice was evident at this point.

“Morals do not, can not and will not pay the bills! Money does! And as long as I'm the one getting the fuckin money and feeding you, you will always be under my fuckin feet!”

Georgina was fighting the tears that were trying to pry her eyes wide open, now. Her sister was verbally assaulting her and she felt she had to defend herself. She needed to. And so she did.

“When I graduate.. I'll have a shot at a good career in journalism.. And you.. You'll still be in the streets.. Spreading your legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry..”

Georgina had decided to speak her mind, damning the consequences.

“Hailey, you're not a sex worker because it's the only option, no, you're doing it because this filthy, dirty and corner cutting lifestyle is what you love.. You don't want to work hard but you want to live a good life, you chose the easy way out by selling your body; you're nothing but a cheapskate..”

She hadn't spoken for too long, but the truth didn't always have to come in the form of an essay, and hearing her younger sister tell her the truth she'd been denying for years sparked a rage in Hailey, and so, she slapped Georgina hard across the face.

The slap caused Georgina to stagger and fall back on a couch, clutching her face. Although Hailey was the thinner of the two, she was taller and more rugged, as opposed to the soft, Quaker Oats Georgina, and so, a smack from her stung. Badly.

The tears Georgina had been fighting now began to flow freely.

“I wouldn't mind doing it again, Georgina.. So I would advise that you zip it, grab the bags and follow me to the store like the lapdog that you are,” Hailey said, adding insult to injury…

***

All the way to the store, during the time when she followed Hailey around with the shopping basket and even until they began to head back home, Georgina couldn't stop crying.

The emotional drainage she had to face everyday from her sister was taking a massive toll on her.

And so, while they crossed a street on their way home, she didn't see or even notice an onrushing car that was approaching at frightening speed and almost hit her, were it not for the driver's quick reaction to hitting the brakes.

Everyone in the area gasped as the car came to a screeching halt right before her, and Georgina was frozen in time, scared to death and thinking she was going to be hit.

Surprisingly, though, Hailey began to berate Georgina.

“You inattentive crybaby! How the fuck didn't you see a car coming! What is wrong with you? You want to get yourself killed and pin another burden on me, too, is that it? What do you want from me, you soft, dependent bitch!”

It was all too much for Georgina to take and as she tried to defend herself, she burst into fresh tears.

Hailey began to hit her repeatedly, and this was when the man in the car rushed out. Hailey was about to land another hit when he gripped her wrist from behind, forcing her to stop.

Hailey and Georgina were both forced to turn, acknowledge him and take him in:

He was in a blue three piece suit with his thick, black hair combed expertly, sporting an almost 3D like jawline with an impressive and muscular build, a solid 6 feet and firm hands, as Hailey could attest to. If Prince Charming existed, this was definitely what he would look like.

“That's enough, miss.. It wasn't her fault.. It was mine. Well, mostly my driver's, but he was speeding because I was, and still am, running late for a meeting so he didn't pay attention to the red light.. It's not her fault.. It's mine.”

He said these words calmly and authoritatively in a baritone voice to Hailey, taking the sting right out of her, before turning to Georgina:

“I sincerely apologize, miss.. I do hope that you were not hurt, or were you?”

Georgina was too awestruck to properly reply:

“Hurt? Me? No, I, no.. I didn't even feel anything.. I'm..”

She would have continued, but his right hand rested gently on her shoulder, sending chills all over her entire body. Then he said:

“I'm glad you're fine.. I'd love to stay and chat but I need to leave.. What's your name, though?”

Georgina turned to a stutterer:

“Geor- Geor- Ge- Georgina..”

“Okay, Georgina,” he said with a smile, “It's nice to meet you..”

He lingered his stare at her for a while and then he began to walk back to his car.

Everyone in the vicinity had stopped to watch the unfolding events; drivers, pedestrians, what have you.. They all stopped.

“Wh.. What's your name?” Georgina mustered the courage to ask as he was about to get into his car.

“Zayn.. Zayn Jones,” he turned to reply, flashing a set of white teeth.

“Why the fuck wasn't she watching the road?”

“That's the million dollar question, isn't it, Nancy?”

Later that day, Georgina and Hailey had gotten home and were now hosting a friend of Hailey's; Nancy.

Nancy was just like Hailey; slutty, loose with words, arrogant and very sassy. They even had the same height and body type, and as you might have guessed, they were both commercial call girls.

“She was busy crying over the truths I told her before we left the house.. She's a weak ass bitch, Nancy..” Hailey was sounding as though she was tired of having to deal with Georgina day in, day out.

Georgina was sitting obediently in a corner of the room and listening to the two older women as they discussed her and washed her down.

“When is she going to start working to earn herself some money?” Nancy said, having the same mentality as her friend.

“This was the exact same issue we feuded about today.. She wants to be a full time student, and I won't have that, because I pay her fuckin tuition, I feed her, I clothe her, I also handle her other expenses..”

“But these are all your responsibilities, Hailey! I'm your responsibility!” Georgina yelled from where she was sitting, tired of her sister's insinuations that she was a burden that had been tossed on her.

“You're a grown ass woman, Georgina! You are YOUR responsibility! Don't you get it?” Hailey shot back.

The two sisters were getting into another fight once again and Nancy tried to diffuse the situation before it would get out of hand.

“Hey, hey, Georgina, zip it.. Let her finish and then, maybe, you'll get your own chance to speak, okay?”

Georgina nodded her head in obedience, although reluctantly, giving her older sister the floor.

Hailey, pleased at Nancy's mature handling of the situation that had been developing, readjusted herself in her chair before continuing from where she'd stopped before Georgina had interrupted her:

“I can't keep doing all the giving and hustling while she does nothing but sit down on her big, fat arse and gobble it all down only to wait for me to go out and get some more..”

Hailey regularly made reference to Georgina's body because she was jealous of it: she'd always wished she was thick, with big breasts and a succulent ass, but instead she'd gotten nothing but small, perky tits.

Not to mention an almost non existent ass and a bony body. Then Georgina had been the one to get the thick and attractive body type. This was just one of the many reasons for her frequent outbursts on the poor 23 year old. If she hadn't had this body and Georgina hadn't had it either, she'd have been cool with it, but now, Georgina had it and she envied it.

“.. And I've told her to go get a freaking job, but she refuses to listen. She says she wants to focus fully on her schooling.. I've told her that it doesn't even matter if she wants to hop into our business and put her body to use, but she still declines.”

Hailey finally wrapped up her complaints with, “I’m telling you, Nancy, I thought I could steer this girl right and get her to see things from my point of view but now, I don't know what to do with this girl..”

Hailey was sounding stressed, as though prostitution was an honorable job that Georgina was rejecting.

Nancy laid back on the couch, snacking on some chips while considering what Hailey had said, before saying eventually:

“Well, then, it's a really simple matter.. Just stop paying her tuition.. I think you've allowed her to get spoiled. If she no longer has no one working to make sure she stays in school, then she will have no choice but to source for money..”

Hailey pondered it for a bit as Georgina watched on in horror as this evil adviser was putting forth a suggestion that could end her education process.

“Aunt Nancy!!! You can't mean that!” She wailed.

“Oh, honey, I mean every word.. You're lazy, Georgina, you don't deserve to have someone striving for you..” Nancy clapped back.

“No, I'm not! Being focused and single minded is very different from being lazy. I simply don't want any distractions from schooling and this is why I stay home all day when I have no classes to read or rest..”

Georgina could have stopped there but she didn't:

“I'm not lazy! You wouldn't be able to handle half of the courses that I handle in school even if you tried!”

On hearing her last statement, Nancy and Hailey's eyes bulged. Nancy felt immensely disrespected and Hailey was lost for words.

“To your room, you disrespectful ingrate! Now!!” Hailey barked.

And Georgina scurried off to her room, shutting the door behind her and throwing herself on a chair by her study table.

She hadn't meant to say what she had said, but she knew it was true; Nancy and Hailey could never last a day in her world.

Anybody could be a call girl; all the tools had already been provided: a vagina, an ass to grope and tits. Anybody could spread their legs, anybody could get fucked.

But not anybody could devote the mental focus it took to juggle assignments, tests and research whilst having to imbibe discipline, consistency and a strong will to study and study again.

The fact of the matter was, although they chose to see her as lazy, Georgina was the real hard worker.

Nancy and Hailey had simply taken the easy way out.

Armed with this assurance, Georgina strengthened herself and waved Nancy's comments out of her mind. And as soon as she did, thoughts of the gentleman that she'd met earlier that day seeped into her head.

As she thought back to his gentle touch, his calm, reassuring and soothing voice, his hot and head turning build, his neatly combed hair and his likable mannerisms, she didn't know when she began to smile.

Then, she remembered his name and thought to look it up on the computer that was on her desk: Zayn Jones. He looked important, so he had to be on some article or something on the internet, right?

When she typed it into the Google search engine and hit the 'search’ button, she was skeptical and uncertain about what to expect but then she saw a picture that was most definitely him.

“He has a Wikipedia biography?” She thought aloud. To have a Wiki page dedicated solely to one his/herself, one had to be important or at least, recognizably rich. Was there more to Zayn Jones than met the eye?

Georgina tiptoed to the door and closed it, excited about what she was about to read up on this 'mystery man’ who was giving her butterflies in her belly. She was attracted to him already, and she knew it, so the piece of information on his Wikipedia page was of utmost importance to her.

Then she walked quietly back to the study table and the computer, got herself as comfortable as she could in her seat and then began to read up:

Full name: Zayn Onroy Jones.

Age: 39. He was sixteen years older than her. Woah!

Career: Philanthropist, Businessman. Mm.. Interesting.

But nothing stunned her like his estimated net worth… $64.5 billion.

Georgina was agape and remained so until Hailey came into the room with Nancy.

They'd come to tell her that what she'd said to Nancy was inappropriate, disrespectful and bitchy and that she compulsorily had to apologize, only to see her staring unmoved at the computer screen.

When they both looked at the screen, the information on it didn't make any sense to Nancy, but Hailey reconciled the photo on the screen with her memory of the face of the man they'd seen earlier that day.

So when she saw the net worth, too, she turned, stunned, to Nancy and the only thing she could say was:

“Bloody hell.”

***

Returning from the meeting, which had thankfully gone well, Zayn Jones was texting some associates while Denis drove in silence until he decided to speak:

“Say, sir.. That woman we almost hit, today-”

“YOU almost hit her, not ‘me’ or 'we’, Denis,” Zayn interrupted, without looking up.

“Very well, sir.. The woman I almost hit today.. You both looked good together, from my perspective.”

Hearing his driver say this left Zayn with no choice but to laugh.

“You think so, Denis?”

“Absolutely, sir. And although I've not seen you with any women, by way of intimate relationships, since I began working with you, I believe you will both be good together.”

Denis was about 47 years old, and Zayn treated him more like an older brother or, more appropriately, an uncle and less like a driver.

Hence, the man was comfortable enough to speak on such personal matters. Zayn, instead of being offended as some bosses would have been, began to consider it.

He had not given love a thought because he had discovered that his past three relationships had been with people who'd not loved him but have loved the things that came with him; money, vacations, cars etc.

He had felt attracted to the woman, though, and he'd felt bad when her sister, or whoever was with her, had been hitting her. So maybe, just maybe, Denis was right.

“Well, then.. Since it's your idea.. I'll give you a task.. Find out where she lives, or works.. Something, anything at all about her. And when you do, inform her that I'd like to go out and grab dinner with her.. Tomorrow or the day after.. Try not to make it seem like I'm ordering her, okay? Just ask her.. Can you do that?”

Denis was more than happy to oblige, “You can count on me, captain..”

Zayn laughed again, and the ride went silent once more.

For a good amount of time on the way until he got home, there was only one name on his mind: Georgina. That, however, was until a call came in from the interim chairman at his father's company, Mr Liam.

“Hello?” he said as he took it.

“Hello, Young Zayn, something really urgent has come up, son.. I'll be coming over to your house tomorrow morning so we can talk about it..”

This was a surprise to Zayn. What could have come up?

“What's the matter, Mr Liam?”

“Don't ask any questions, now, Zayn. You'll know all you need to know tomorrow morning.”

And, with that, Mr Liam hung up.

Zayn was left confused; what had happened?

***

“Your call came in at a very unexpected time, Mr Liam, I must say.. I'm keen on what you have to say.”

The following morning, Zayn was welcoming the interim chairman of his father's company, Mr Liam Pearson, to his home.

The man was a trusted partner of Zayn's father who was merely holding the seat until a mainstay chairman would be elected.

Mr Liam was in a suit and had been let in by one of Zayn's helpers.

Zayn had come down the steps in his pajamas and was meeting with him in his living room. It seemed Mr Liam had something important to say.

“Young Zayn,” Mr Liam started, “I spoke with your father yesterday..”

“He's enjoying his vacation in Milan and didn't want to be disturbed, but I needed to know if he had any advice for you. And he made me understand that you check all the boxes to be chairman.. All.. But one..”

Hearing that even his own father believed that there was something lacking which could cost him the seat of chairman which he'd been working towards for almost as long as he'd been alive, he paid instant and rapt attention.

“What could that be, Mr Liam?”

“You see, Young Zayn..”

‘Young Zayn’ was Mr Liam's pet name for him and it was what he always addressed him with.

“.. You have top tier charisma.. A spotless legal record.. Your personal finances are checked and balanced.. You're educated..”

“You've gotten the necessary experience and have bided your time all along, working at various small businesses owned by your father and learning diligently..

“You've taken the time to come up with a powerful manifesto that attracts and intrigues the staff at Papa Jones worldwide..”

“You've improved and further enriched each one of your father's business which you handled, no matter how tight your budget was or how difficult the staff were, so it's safe to trust you with the responsibility of handling Papa Jones.”

“You have all these.. But you lack one thing, still.. The one thing that should cap off the proof of your responsibility and manhood..”

And as he said this,Mr Liam leaned in to Zayn and squinted his eyes a little but, as though he wanted Zayn to pay careful attention to the words he was about to utter.

And Zayn clenched his fists and swallowed hard, ready to hear this attribute that could be so detrimental to his chairmanship hopes.