Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 10

The moment Chris walked out of the office, Mabel was all over him.

"What was that about!" Mabel frowned. "Do you realize how much money you let that pauper have?"

Arthur's fingers drummed across the table for a while as he considered everything that had happened.

"It's nothing, Mabel," Arthur replied with a smile. "Take it as a kind gesture from me - helping the less privileged."

"Helping the less privileged with twenty million dollars!" Mabel squealed. 

"Did you come here to have a go at me?" Arthur frowned.

"And what about the weekend getaway?" Mabel eyed him. "Since when did you start going on weekend getaways with Chris of all people?"

Arthur smiled to himself as he remembered the bet he made with Chris. A part of him wanted to tell her about the bet, so he could secure the money, but another part of him wanted to prove Chris wrong completely. If he cheated by telling her about the bet, he would never get to know if she truly loved him.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and the next second, a burly man barged into the office.

"Who are you and how dare you walk in without knocking?" Mabel fired.

"I'm Arthur's personal guard," The man replied. "I have been assigned to follow him everywhere he goes."

"Assigned by who exactly?" Mabel asked, her eyes fixed on the man.

"It's no biggie, love," Arthur cut in. "I've received a series of death threats lately and I thought it a good idea to get a personal bodyguard. I didn't want to tell you about it because I didn't want you getting too worried about me."

Mabel eyed the guard for a while and finally, she waved him away with her hand.

"Well, he's not in any danger with his woman, so excuse us."

She was surprised when the guard ignored her and remained rooted to the spot and her gaze moved from the guard to Arthur.

"I said, excuse us!" She raised her voice.

"Sorry ma'am, but that's not how it works," The guard replied. "I have to be with him every single minute of the day."

Arthur heaved a deep sigh and rose swiftly from the chair. That was the guard that Chris had hired to make sure that he didn't cheat throughout the whole period of the deal.

"Just act like he isn't there," Arthur muttered.

"I can't just act like he isn't there!" Mabel cried. "For God's sake, this is an invasion of privacy."

"I'm really sorry, love," Arthur tried to pacify her. "I'm doing this for us, for our company and our future. I know him very well and I can trust him."

Mabel eyed the guard standing at the corner. "But he can't trust me."

"Fine!" She gave up. "So you're going on a weekend trip with that pauper?"

"We are," Arthur replied with a smile. "Ready your luggages."

Mabel stared at him for a long time before she frowned. On a normal day, she would have declined the offer at once, but there was something about this new Chris that she couldn't deny - an effervescent glow, his newly found confidence. He just seemed somewhat untouchable and although she did her best to hide it, she longed to know what had changed about him. This weekend trip was going to be the perfect opportunity for her to find out.

"I'll go with you," Mabel nodded. "As long as you can tell that animal to steer clear off me."

"He would not dare come close to you," Arthur replied through gritted teeth.

The thought of Chris having access to his Mabel again, because of his newly found wealth messed with his head. He was certainly not going to allow that.

"Then I'll go with you," Mabel affirmed. "I'll be ready tomorrow. Just tell me the location."

"I'll get all the details from the organizers and share it with you," Arthur smiled.

He tried to plant a kiss on her lip but Mabel pushed him away.

"The guard, remember."

"He would be there for a long time," Arthur protested. "Doesn't mean anything."

"Well, I'm not comfortable with him," Mabel frowned. "Maybe later."

Arthur eyed the guard but the latter refused to budge. Truly, Chris had instructed him to keep a close eye on them.

"Fine then," Arthur sighed. "Moreover you're mine. I could have you whenever I want."

A smile formed across Mabel's face. "Exactly."

Arthur was not pleased with the new arrangements but he knew he had no choice. He was going to have to wait, probably when they were taking a shower together or something. But what if that guard requested to follow them to the tub?

No! That would definitely be out of the deal! Chris could certainly not expect him to agree to being followed everywhere like a criminal. He was certainly going to have a little bit of privacy, and then he could have his woman exactly the way he wanted.

Arthur smiled to himself at the prospect of becoming a billionaire over the weekend.

Meanwhile, Chris had spent the last ten minutes laughing at the drama that unfolded before his very eyes. He had instructed the guard to place a small camera on his breast pocket and the video coverage was being streamed to his phone. Chris had a good laugh, watching Mabel refuse to kiss Arthur.

"Stupid man!" He chuckled. "She refused to kiss you because your mouth smells like a week old corpse!"

The sound of a knock on the door made him slip his phone into his pocket quickly. 

"Yes? Come in."

The door swung open and Chris gasped as he was face to face with the most stunning woman on the planet. She wore a black gown with a very high slit, exposing her fair and well shaped legs. Her almond shaped eyes, were deep blue in color, and she had a very piercing gaze. Chris found himself staring at her longer than he had planned to, and when she showed some sign of discomfort at his prolonged stare, he straightened up.

"Forgive my gaze," He apologized. "I've never seen you around."

The lady seemed to relax a bit and she returned the smile.

"I'm Monica Spears," She said. "And I'm your new personal assistant."

Chris swallowed hard as he assessed her from head to toe. Why was she dressed like that as a personal assistant?

"I can't recall hiring a personal assistant," Chris replied. 

"Your father hired me to work for you," She said. "You have nothing to worry about, Master Chris."

"Never call me that again," Chris grunted. "I want my identity to remain a secret for now. I have instructed that Arthur McDoyle retains his position as the CEO of this company, and I want it to remain that way."

She smiled. "As you wish, Master - I mean, Chris."

"Good," Chris nodded. "And why are you dressed like you're going for a ball?"

Monica's face went red with embarrassment and she looked down at her exposed laps.

"I also have to hide my true identity as your personal assistant," She said. "The gown and the hair makes me look fancy and weak. That's the best way I can protect you from your enemies, who would not take me seriously."

"Protect me?" Chris chuckled. "And what enemies are you talking about? I have no enemies, Monica, and you certainly can't protect me looking like that."

"If you too think I'm harmless, then we can agree that my cover worked perfectly well," Monica said with a smile. "Hopefully, we won't run into trouble anytime soon."

Chris stared at her, wondering if she was serious about what she said. Was she really there to protect him? A skilled fighter perhaps, or maybe even an assassin. He knew how men with so much power liked to hire guards to help keep them safe, but never in his life did he think that his father would hire a woman to protect him.

"If you would excuse me," He eyed her. "I would like to confirm from my father."

She nodded slowly and walked out of the office while Chris put a call over to his father.

"Monica, yes, that's the name," Michael confirmed. "She can do a lot of things, son. Just trust her, okay."

After getting the confirmation he needed, he hung up the call and called Monica in. She came in immediately and he ushered her to a chair in the office where he was.

"So you're my personal assistant now?" He asked.

"Yes - " She paused for a while as she didn't know what to address him as.

"You can call me Chris," He smiled. 

"Yes Chris," She nodded. "I'm your personal assistant now. Anything you need, anything at all, and anytime you need it."

Chris stared at the blonde beauty before him and wondered if "anything" actually meant "anything."

"Like I said, I don't have enemies," Chris smiled. "And I also don't have a busy schedule, so there's nothing for you to plan."

Monica remained silent, but from the look on her face, Chris could tell that she was downcast.

"However, I have a weekend getaway tomorrow and I would like you to follow me."

"Of course," Monica nodded. "Its my duty to follow you wherever you go."

"Not as my personal assistant," Chris smiled. "As my date."