Welcome aboard

The airport stood nestled amidst hills, its grand entrance guarded by ornate iron gates that slowly opened as our Rolls Royce approached. This was not the New York international airport. I thought. I had been thinking of the same thing when we were driving through rolling hills and canopies of trees in the opposite direction of the road that would have led us to the New York airport. It was still dawn. I thought. Maybe my sight was still a bit hazy.

The driver came to a halt in a nearly empty parking lot and we alighted from the vehicle. No sooner had we dropped, 2 people; man and woman, ran to the Rolls Royce to help Gray with the luggage.

"Good morning sir." They greeted, "Good morning Madam." Damien Jaeger seemed indifferent about their greeting but I was able to return mine with friendly smiles.

"Let's go." Damien Jaeger said and strode into the airport building.

"What sort of airport is this?" I asked as we walked into the empty building. It was neatly organised, with empty terminals and a few people which I soon noticed were the airport staff.

"What do you mean?"

"How come there aren't any people here?" I continued, "Or aren't other people taking a flight to Australia?"

"I don't like sharing my airport, Mélie." Damien Jaeger said and I went silent. So this huge airport belonged to him? That's just crazy!

Officials that laid eyes on Damien Jaeger as he passed, would adjust and greet him with utmost respect. I followed him like a silent sheep, still stunned by this brand new experience.

A black coloured private jet sat on the runway which was stretched elegantly into the horizon, lined with lush greenery and discreet security personnel. Damien Jaeger walked up to the jet without hesitation. There was no doubt that this was the jet that we would be boarding to Australia.

"Sir!" The security team greeted in unison. Damien Jaeger couldn't care less about their greeting as he took the staircase into the jet. I followed suit, acknowledging their greetings and earning glances from them.

Inside the private jet, I was greeted by opulence and the soft ambient light that bathed the cabin in a warm glow. Plush leather seats sat in an organised manner awaiting to comfort whoever it is that will soon occupy them. The cabin exuded sophistication with its polished wood finishes and soft ambient lighting. Just behind the rows of leather seats, big couches sat in a living room setting with a large table in their middle. A woman dressed in a flight attendant's uniform greeted me and told me to get comfortable. I quickly occupied one of the leather seats beside me.

Where is Damien Jaeger? I thought. He had suddenly disappeared.

He was soon at the back of my mind as I stretched my neck to gawk at what was behind me. The flight attendant walked past the living room in the jet and disappeared behind an open door. This could easily pass off for a house. I thought in awe.

An unfamiliar voice of a man interrupted my thoughts, "Good morning, this is your captain speaking. We are expecting a smooth flight today to our destination. The weather is clear, and we anticipate a comfortable journey. Please fasten your seatbelts, and we'll be taking off shortly."

I quickly obeyed the captain's instructions and pulled a seatbelt from beside the leather seat I was occupying. I hardly ever had to journey in planes. And when I did, I hated takeoffs and landings. Shortly after the captain's announcement, the jet soared into the sky and when I was sure that we were stable, I unfastened my belt and rose to my feet, deciding to tour the jet.

The jet's interior was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, from entertainment systems to communication facilities. As I walked through through the jet, I realised that the interior was enveloped with luxury, where every detail was meticulously curated to suit the exotic taste of a billionaire; a home theatre set sat gracefully in the living room area to provide a source of entertainment to guests, an exotic winery sat behind it with drinks of different shapes and sizes.

I walked through the door and found another room. This one was less occupied and more private. A lengthy couch sat at the far end of the room, the type of couches that could be found in a spa. Opposite it was a shelf which contained a number of books. Another shelf held a couple of neatly arranged towels and pillows. I brushed my butt on the couch. It felt good. Sitting down properly, I wiggled some more and continued to do so in amusement, like a child.

"What are you doing?" A voice made me jolt to my feet.

"Damien Jaeger." I said, startled. He had seen me wiggling on the spa couch. I titled my head from him with red cheeks filled with shame.

"You can get comfortable. Have something to eat or something." He said, "Or just get some rest since we left the house quite early."

"Uhm, sure." I replied, finally looking back at him. How quickly he had changed from his black tuxedo to a pair of jogger pants and a white-tee. It suited him well.

He nodded without saying another word and vanished to the left side of the passageway. I strode to the doorway and tilted my neck to the passage. There were two more spaces which I was yet to explore, one of which Damien Jaeger had entered.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would be boarding a luxurious private jet at 23, with a billionaire husband on our way to Australia for a billion dollar business proposal. I mean I had big girl dreams, but with the way life was going before I met Damien Jaeger, I had to be at least 30 to afford a ride on a private jet.

"This is crazyyyy!!" I whispered loudly when I found the oval shaped Jacuzzi in the bathroom. I ran my finger through its smooth ceramic body already itching to take a warm bath. I have always been a lover of soaking myself up in warm water and form, and just recently as I had started in the mansion, in milk and rose water.
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I was in my robe, resting on the spa couch with a hardcover book in my fingers. This story is about a mischievous high school French girl by the name of Claudine. I yawned a while later after flipping through the 87th page. Dropping the book on the couch, I slipped into my slippers and walked up to the full length mirror. My face was plastered with avocado as recommended by the flight attendant who insisted it will remove the travel stress from my face and make me glow. A band rounding my head stopped stray hair from falling on my face. I pulled out my phone and took a quick snap to send to Natalie for little Darcy and to surprise Trisha who I hadn't informed about the flight. Almost immediately, Trisha's call came in.

"Girl, where are you chilling at?"

"I'm in Damien Jaeger's private jet, Trish."

"Wait, I didn't hear properly. I heard some gibberish about a private jet."

I giggled, "Your ears are working fine, Trish."

Trisha gave an excited shriek, "How are you in Damien Jaeger's jet?"

I went ahead to give her all the details along with a virtual tour around the jet. She speculated and exclaimed at the lush and luxurious interior of the jet and the beautiful midday sky outside of the jet.

"We were supposed to take that first jet ride together. But you suddenly became the wife of a billionaire before I could finish removing the speck in my eyes." She joked and I laughed.

"We'll be in a jet together soon, Trisha."

"I hope so, babes." She replied. We chit-chatted for a few more minutes until a video call from Natalie came in, "Trish, I need to talk to Darcy. Talk later."

"Later." I ended her call and answered Darcy who screamed when she saw the avocado on my face, "Hey, princess…"
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After ending the call, my grumbling stomach reminded me that I was yet to eat breakfast. I strode out to breakfast, not minding to change out of my robe. Already, I could perceive the delicious, mouth watering dishes even before I laid eyes on them. My eyes closed as my taste buds started absorbing the smell of food from afar.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed when I bumped into a large body. A sonic scream blasted my ears and my eyes flew open with fright as I jumped on the person in front of me.

"What's wrong, Damien Jaeger?" I asked in a fear-filled voice.