Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 12

All through the night, Chris Bolton couldn't get as much as thirty minutes of sleep. A barrage of thoughts ran through his head. He was excited about the trip and his bet with Arthur, but his newly found discovery about Monica made him a bit worried. What if problems rose up between them? 

As early as 5 am that morning, he was up already. He had his bath quickly and dressed up in a casual white polo and blue jeans. He wanted to look as simple as possible and try not to draw attention to himself. 

Chris waited until it was 7 before boarding a taxi to take him to the airport. When he got there, he was shocked to see that Monica was already there waiting for him. Chris swallowed hard as he glanced across at her. She looked stunning as usual - this time on a red knee length gown with a slit that showed off her lustrous laps. Her hair fell in ringlets across her shoulders, adding to her alluring beauty.

"Good morning, Master Chris," Monica said with a slight bow.

Chris wanted to remind her that she was not supposed to call him "Master," but he stopped himself. They were not friends. Heck, he couldn't even trust her well enough. She could keep calling him Master for all he cared.

"Good morning, Monica," He mumbled back. "I hope you had enough rest?"

"Yes Master Chris," Monica nodded. "We can get going now?"

"Of course," Chris agreed. "Did you prepare all the travel documents I told you about last night?"

Chris looked around and for the first time, he noticed that the airport looked a bit scanty. There were just a few people in the building, and from where they stood outside, there was just one plane.

"And where's everyone?" Chris frowned. "Are we the only one's boarding the plane?"

"Yes, Master Chris," Monica nodded. "When you informed me about the trip, I phoned your father's pilot to make the private jet available. Luckily, your father doesn't have any use for it now."

Chris remained frozen to the ground. His pupils dilated, and his mouth fell wide open.

"My - my - my father's pilot?" He stammered. "My father has a private pilot?"

"And numerous private jets, yes," Monica nodded. 

Chris could not believe his ears. Everytime he thought he knew the extent to which his father's wealth reached, it surpassed a new height. At that time, Chris could count the number of people who had private jets in the country. Hearing that his father was one of them was shocking. 

"I've never heard this before," Chris muttered. "So we're going in that."

"Yeah," Monica nodded. "I've given the pilot all the details about our flight schedule, the trip and how long we're expected to stay. He would be here on Sunday by 6pm to pick us up."

Chris nodded absentmindedly and Monica led the way to the plane. Once they were inside, Monica noticed that Chris was staring around at the gold plated roof and the well polished cabin floors. He looked a little bit flustered and she smiled to herself. From all her years researching about him, she knew he was not used to wealth. That was why he looked so surprised. 

"So, Master," Monica broke the silence. "Are we still going along with the initial plan?"

Chris turned to her. "What plan?"

"As your date for the event," Monica replied in a low whisper. "Or if you want me to find someone who's more suitable for the job, I'll be glad to help you - "

"We are going along with the plan," Chris grunted. "When we get down from this plane, you are my date. You would not address me as Master anymore. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master," Monica nodded. 

Chris ignored her and allowed his mind drift away to other important matters. He wondered if the plan was going to work as he expected it to. He really wanted Mabel to feel the pain of rejection, the same way he had felt it and even more. He wanted to show Arthur the kind of woman he was with so badly, that he was ready to go to any length.

"Master," Monica started.

Chris deviated from his thoughts and looked up at her for a moment.

"Yes?" 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell your father earlier," Monica said. "I know it doesn't change anything, but I really want you to trust me. I can't protect you if you don't trust me."

Chris stared at her for a while before sighing.

"Hopefully, you won't need to protect me," He said.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them for the next few minutes, and finally, Chris slept off. When his eyes opened again, they were already a few minutes from landing. Monica was still very much awake and was flipping through a magazine. 

The plane landed finally and the door slid open. Chris walked down the steps, followed closely by Monica and it was when they touched the ground that Chris sighted them - the lovebirds, Arthur and Mabel.

They were holding each other's hands. It looked so formal, as though it was rehearsed and Chris would have suspected foul play if not that the guard he had sent to follow them was still standing there. 

Chris turned to face Monica and with just a smile, she understood the message. She slipped her fingers through his swiftly and they walked over to meet the couple.

"Sir Arthur McDoyle," Chris grinned and stretched his hand for a shake. 

Arthur took his hand reluctantly and after a prolonged handshake, Chris turned to face Mabel.

"Mabel - " 

He eyed her for a brief second before turning his attention to Monica again.

"Meet Monica Spears," Chris smiled. "My girlfriend. Monica, meet Mabel Sanders, my ex."

"I've heard so much about you, ma'am," Monica smiled as she exchanged kisses with Mabel.

"The famous Mabel Sanders, daughter of billionaire businessman, Marcus Sanders. From the stories I've heard about you, I thought you were in your twenties."

Monica chuckled lightly and Mabel frowned.

"I am in my twenties," Mabel grunted. "Do I look old to you?"

"Uhmm," Monica muttered as she stared her down from head to toe. "Let's leave that aside for now. I'm just so happy to see you, Mabel. I've been a big fan for years."

Mabel didn't seem pleased by her encomiums anymore. Her face was clouded in a mask already. She knew that the pretty lady standing before her had just subtly called her "old."

"Since we know each other, we would be on our way now," Chris smiled. 

As he was still speaking, a sparking white Limousine pulled to a stop in front of Monica.

An elderly man came out of the car and bowed curtly before them.

"Lady Spears, Sir Chris," He announced. "Your ride is ready. The two rooms you requested for have been booked."

"Good," Chris nodded, although he never booked a room. He left all the logistics of their trip to Monica whom he knew was going to do a good job.

The man pulled the door open and Monica entered first.

"So I'll see you two tonight, huh?" Chris asked.

Mabel stared at him, dumbfounded and Arthur couldn't even say a word.

"Is this how you are spending the money my boyfriend decided to help you with?" Mabel sneered. "I expected better from you - a savings plan perhaps, so you won't go back to being a pauper."

"Thanks for the advise, mum," Monica replied with a smile. "My man doesn't need it."

"What!" Mabel snarled. "Don't you ever call me - "

Chris stepped into the car and shut the door, cutting off the voice of a screaming Mabel. 

"That was a great performance," He smiled. "Can't believe I doubted you initially."

"I would do whatever it takes to win your trust, Master Chris," Monica replied. 

Chris grunted in response and reclined on the seat and the driver zoomed off almost immediately.

After about five minutes of driving, the car halted to a stop. 

Chris got down from the car with Monica beside him and he gasped at the sight of the magnificent building before him. It was far bigger than his hotel, Lux, and he could not help but wonder if this was one of the many establishments that his father owned.

"I know what you're thinking," Monica muttered, placing a hand across his shoulders. "But no, your father doesn't own this one."

Chris merely smiled and together, they made their way inside. Chris marveled at the beauty of the hotel - the high golden walls, the beautiful structure and lighting, the crispy clean tiled floors, infact everything! It was like he was in heaven.

The receptionist gave them a golden card and Monica thanked the woman before leading Chris to a room at the top floor. They walked inside and Chris couldn't stop staring in awe.

"If you'd like me to book another room for myself, I could do that now," Monica suggested.

"We're going according to the plan," Chris maintained. 

Monica nodded and they settled down, arranging the boxes of clothes they had come with. 

It was towards evening time already and Chris was still waiting for Mabel and Arthur. Monica had gone for a swim and so, he was alone in the room.

Chris was eagerly expecting their presence. He so badly wanted to see the expression on their faces when they checked into the hotel. He was pretty sure they had never been in a place so exquisite in their lives.

When a sharp knock eventually sounded on the door, he rushed to open it, thinking it would be Mabel. He was disappointed however when he saw Monica. She wore a light blue swimming trunk that showed off her bodily curves, and her skin glittered under the bright golden light in the hallway.

"Monica," Chris stared at her. "Anything the matter."

"Yes," Monica gulped. "You wouldn't believe what I just found about Arthur McDoyle."