Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 11

Monica could not believe her ears. Did her boss just ask her out on a date?

"Your...your...date?" She stammered.

"Yes," Chris nodded. "I want you to be with me as my date."

"I don't think that would be possible, Master - I mean, Chris," She said. "I'm working for you and it's against protocols. If your father finds out, he would kill me."

"I'm your boss now, and not my father," Chris retorted stubbornly. "And now, you would do what I say."

Monica's face was white and Chris knew that the poor lady was terrified. What he was asking her to do went beyond the boundaries of her job. He knew that he had to calm her down.

"Trust me, you have nothing to worry about," Chris continued. "All you're going to be doing is an act. Nothing more."

"Just an act?" She asked.

"Yes," Chris smiled. "Like you're doing now. You said you can protect me right? But you're dressed like a princess getting ready for a ball."

Monica blushed and Chris continued.

"I want you to help me get revenge on some people that hurt me," He said.

A smile crossed her face and she nodded.

"I think I understand what you want. You want me to make your woman jealous."

"We've divorced," Chris said with a shrug. "But yes, something like that."

He stared her down for a while before continuing.

"Although I feel like you've not had enough time to prepare. It's going to be a trip till the end of the week, and you have just a few hours."

"If that's all you need me to do, then you can count on me to do a great job," Monica replied with a smile. "Is it okay if I know the person you want me to make jealous. Or - "

"Mabel Sanders," Chris said through gritted teeth.

"The daughter of your father's right hand man, billionaire businessman, Marcus Sanders," Monica said and gulped. "I really won't like to get in the middle of such a feud."

"Please do this for me," Chris pleaded. "You're perfect for this job. You're very beautiful and you have a great shape."

Monica blushed again and Chris continued.

"I promise to keep your identity a secret," He said. "For the time we would be there, you won't be Monica Spears. You can take whatever name you like."

"You don't need to worry about my identity," Monica smiled. "Monica is just one of the many names I've had to bear in all my years working as a personal assistant."

A part of Chris felt bad that she had actually hidden her real name from him, but another part was left wondering why she would need to use a fake name as a personal assistant. If what she was saying was true, then maybe he really did have enemies, and taking a fake name was just one of her many ways of protecting herself from danger in the future.

"But don't worry about the names," Monica smiled. "Maybe one day, you'll get to know my real name."

"Of course I would," Chris chuckled. 

He looked around before bringing his eyes down on her again.

"So this is where I'm going to be for now," He said. "My own little office."

"It's a nice little space," Monica nodded.

She rose to her feet and ran her fingers across the marble table carefully.

"Everything in here is as clean as new," She said. "But I think your original office is better."

"Yes, I think so too," Chris agreed. "But I'm not ready to take over yet."

There was a long pause between them and finally, she broke the silence.

"As your personal assistant, I know an embarrassing lot about you," She said.

Chris ran his eyes down her body. "For real?"

"Yeah," Monica nodded. "I've been trained for this job my whole life."

Chris' mouth went wide open in shock. What did she mean, she had been trained for the job her whole life? 

"Since the day your father saved me from the Italian Mafia who wanted to kill me," Monica started. "We were both very young then and I doubt you can remember. Your father had to leave for something dangerous and he left you in Marcus Sanders' care."

"He told me the same thing," Chris nodded. "Did he take you along?"

"Yes," Monica nodded. "I've always been with him, learning from him."

Hearing her speak about learning from his father made him a little jealous. He had lived all his life as a pauper and endured insults from people who came from lower class families while she had enjoyed the company of his father that he craved so much for.

"And no, it wasn't a very pleasant experience as you're thinking right now," Monica chuckled.

That made Chris feel a little better and he smiled.

"Let's take a walk and I'll tell you all about it."

Chris took her hands in his but she quickly dropped it.

"I'm sorry, Master Chris," She muttered. "We have to remain formal in public. Your father has eyes on me."

"Just call me Chris," Chris grunted. "And I understand."

He parted the way for her to pass. "Shall we?"

Once they were outside the office, Monica began telling him about all the years she spent training with his father. Chris noticed that a lot of eyes were on her, but he doubted that any one of them was his father's minion. From what he could see, their gazes were that of men who wanted the curvy and pretty lady in their bed.

They stopped at the sliding glass door at the entrance to the company and Chris turned to face her.

"So you mean that all your life, you've been trained to be my assistant?" He asked.

"Exactly," Monica nodded. "But in your prolonged absence, I've been forced to take other side jobs."

She stared down at him and shook her head. "I'm so glad to finally have the privilege of working with you, Chris."

Chris smiled at her, but just then, something registered in his memory. She had said something about knowing an embarrassing lot about him.

"You said you knew a lot about me?" Chris stared her down. 

"Yes," Monica nodded. "I've done a lot of research in the past. I had to make sure you were alive and well."

"And you found out that I was living with Marcus Sanders," Chris gasped.

Monica shook her head frantically as she realized where he was getting.

"You knew how his daughter treated me, our marriage and everything." Chris muttered. "You knew how I worked as cleaner in her company, which was actually mine."

"I did," Monica agreed. "But I couldn't say a word of it to your father. My hands were tied."

"You let me live with that witch for three whole years when I had all this wealth!"

"Marcus found out that I knew his dirty secret," Monica muttered. "He abducted my mother and made me swear to keep it a secret. I was going to tell your father."

"But you didn't because of how selfish you are!" Chris growled, totally losing his cool. "I can't believe I thought you were going to be a good friend."

"I'm really sorry, Chris," Monica pleaded. "I couldn't let my mum die. I was going to tell your father anyways. I got wind of Marcus' plan to wreck your family and I was ready to let go of my mum. I was going to tell your father, but then, Greg found you."

"Marcus had a plan to wreck my family?" Chris boomed. "What plan?"

"You would have thought your marriage to Mabel was part of his master plan to get into the Bolton family empire, but it was far bigger than just being related," Monica said.

"There was a clause in your marriage contract with Mabel that even she was not aware of," Monica continued. "After your third anniversary, you had the power to sign a document transferring possession of all your companies and funds to her as your wife. Mabel was not aware of this and that is why she divorced you."

Chris remained rooted to the spot as the shocking revelation rocked his boat. He had been so close to losing all his wealth to that golddigger.

"I monitored all Marcus' phone calls and movements and just as I suspected, he came back from his six month long trip after your third year anniversary with Mabel. He came to prepare the documents. That was when I knew I had to do something. I was about to tell your father all about Marcus, but then you showed up miraculously and I decided to save my mother's life."

Chris ran his eyes down her body and he shook his head in the negative.

"I still don't trust you, Monica," He growled. "And our partnership is going to remain just that."

Monica lowered her head and nodded sadly. 

"I'll be expecting you at the airport by 8am tomorrow," Chris said before walking off.