Secretly Mine
Chapter 67: Airport

Chapter 67: Airport

Thanks to Jonathan’s excellent driving, we made it to the airport perfectly on time.

"Here, put on your sunglasses," said Christian, handing me the pair he took off earlier.

We parked right in front of the main entrance, where people were coming and going. I was nervous about being noticed but our causal clothing and outwardly simple looking car helped blend us into the crowd.

If we drove in any other one of Christian’s cars, we’d be on the front cover of every magazine by now.

Christian reached out and held my hand as we entered the large building. My heart pounded in my chest from his intimate actions, making me feel like I was his girlfriend...or wife.

He made it seem so natural, as if that’s how we’ve always been and always should be.

Maybe I’m just overthinking everything.

Jonathan followed behind us, carrying the suitcases that I brought from home. I looked at Christian, confused about where his luggage was.

Is he one of those people who doesn’t pack and just buys what he needs when he gets to his destination?

We weaved through the many groups of people until we reached the ticket counter at the very far end of the airport. Surprisingly, there was no one else in line at this counter.

"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you today?" asked the attendant.

Christian pulled out his ticket and ID, "I have a flight. We’re here to check in."

The attendant took his ID and ticket before verifying the information on the computer. It only took her a few minutes to look at him with a slightly stunned expression.

"Yes, I see everything here. Please come this way. I will take your luggage for you."

Christian simply gave her a simple nod and motioned for Jonathan to pass over my suitcases. We followed her behind the counter to a section of the airport that I’ve never been to.

I flew with my family a number for times in the past, but each time we made a show of it at the main terminal, flying first class.

Christian squeezed my hand as we followed the attendant into a luxurious room. We were the only ones here, but the refreshment bar was fully stocked with various snacks and drinks.

"Please make yourselves comfortable. Your plane is finishing up with its preflight procedures, you’ll be ready to board in a few minutes."

After ensuring that we were settled, she walked out with my suitcases, leaving us alone.

I looked around the room curiously. It looked like a high end bar with the crystal chandelier and dim lights.

"I’ve never been to this section of the airport before. Is this some sort of VIP waiting room?" I asked curiously.

Christian placed his arm around my shoulders. "This is the owner’s lounge. It’s only accessible to those who own a private jet."

My eyes widened slightly as I nodded my head.

Of course. Why wouldn’t the richest man in the country own his own jet?

"But then why did Blake hand me a ticket yesterday? If I remember correctly, the ticket was for a commercial airline," I asked curiously.

He glanced at me and grinned, "Well, I had to put on a show for your family, right? They made you hand over the ticket, didn’t they?"

I remembered how Morgan laughed at the fact that my assigned seat was at the very back of the plane.

"Yes, they looked at it as soon as I got home," I replied, "Morgan even found my choice of seat amusing."

"Oh? Well, I’m afraid to say that your seat on this plane will also be in the very back of the plane. I’m sorry."

He looked at me with a slightly downcast yet unreadable glance.

"Oh, no. It’s fine! I don’t mind at all," I said, shaking my head a few times.

Christian’s mouth curved up into a small smile, but he didn’t reply.

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Twenty minutes later, the attendant from earlier came back.

"Your flight is ready, please follow me," she smiled.

I stood up and walked forward, but Christian caught my hand.

"Hmm?" I questioned, looking at him through my sunglasses.

He shifted his hand so that we were now firmly holding each other’s hands.

"Okay, let’s go."

My cheeks heated up from this small interaction, but I was incredibly happy.

We followed the attendant down the hallway and through another set of doors, stepping outside.

In front of us was a beautiful, white private jet. The pilot and the stewardess stood outside the staircase, waiting for us to board.

All of your luggage has already been loaded into the plane. Food and refreshments have also been packed per your preferences," she explained.

Christian helped me up the boarding stairs, and as soon as we entered, my jaw dropped. Unlike a regular airplane, his private jet looked like a living room. Instead of standard seats, there was a long white leather sofa on one side. Opposite the couch, there was a lacquered walnut cabinet with a TV.

I walked farther into the plane, where the next area had two tables with comfortable white leather armchairs. There were a few more walnut cabinets, trying the areas together.

"I told you that your place is in the back of the plane," said Christian with a smirk as soon as I tried to take a seat in one of the armchairs.

"Oh, that’s right," I replied, curious what the very back of the plane had.

He led me through a small door, "Right here."

I was momentarily stunned. The back of the jet was a full-sized bedroom, with a massive king-size bed.

The bedframe mimicked the rest of the furniture with its white leather and walnut accents. Each side of the bed had a small nightstand with crystal decanters, giving it a very luxurious feel.

Walking over, I brushed the top of the bed with my fingertips, feeling the soft fabric of the bedding. Everything was very clean and fresh, and there were no strange scents like I often smelled on commercial flights.

"I’m going to ask that you’re securely fastened at all times," teased Christian as he lifted me onto the bed.

"Fastened? What, are you going to strap me to the bed or something?" I laughed.

"Whoa! We’ll there’s an idea! I just might have to," he smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek.

As we lay on the bed, I started to feel the plane move.

"Oh! Are we getting ready to take off? It’s my favorite part of the flight!" I sat up, looking around.

Beside me, Christian let out a chuckle," Usually people are scared of take off. If it’s your favorite part, let’s go take a seat by the window. We can eat some brunch after."