**re-editing and changing some parts I will slowly update the chapters I fix****
This story follows the 22~ years old Zara Nizerimana, a charming young African woman looking to find happiness for herself after losing her family in a house fire when...
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It's been a month and a couple of days since Zara joined the family. It was like she was the missing small piece to complete our little family.
I didn't care that it was wrong. I didn't car that she was my kids nanny. But one wrong move on my behalf and it's over my kids could loose someone that provides stability.
I know how much Zoey loved to have her around. She is always following Zara around and I love how she sets such a high example and carries herself with grace and doesn't put up with any of my shit.
It makes me happy to see how much of an effect she has on Zoey. On the other hand for baby Kiya let's just say she is obsessed with her now.
So am I.
Some days Zara and I take turn dropping and picking up Zoey from school and today wasn't mine.
I got up from my bed and head to take a shower after my show. I got dressed, tied my hair up in a back bun, sprayed some cologne, and put on my Movado Men's Faceto watch and my pinky ring.
I ran two of my family businesses here that were legal but were mostly a cover-up to run illegal money but they won't tell because everything was legal.
Was so simple and busy one minute I'm in the office singing off paper and next I'm in my car leaving the office.
I got home early to pick Zoey up from school. We stopped on our way to get ice cream.
"Daddy," Zoey says.
"Yes baby girl," I replied.
"Thanks for Zara I love her and she's so pretty right," Zoey said beaming. If I knew my daughter better I think she was up to something.
"She is very beautiful," I said as I looked back to see Zoey with a smile on her face.
Who was I lying to? She is beautiful inside and out and I love the way she treats my girls.
Pulling up in our driveway I see her rushing to remove her belt.
As I open the car door for Zoey I see her running to the house door as she waits for me to walk up and unlock the door.
"Hey Zara I showed everyone our dance videos at school and they loved it." My daughter spoke with excitement.
"Well, I'm glad they did your the best dance partner I could as for," Zara said as she walk up to Zoey to kiss her on the checks.
"I asked daddy if you were beautiful he said, 'your very beautiful," Zoey said as she runs up the stairs leaving me to fend for myself.
"I did say that and I meant it," I said as I look down at her.
"Well thank you, Roman," she said with a smile trying not to look up at me.
"What's for dinner? If you don't mind I'll like to help," I asked her.
