Chapter Five
Aurora’s POV
It was my first day as a private attendant for Grey Airlines. After the interview, which according to Jenny was just ‘formality’, I was hired and I start work today.
As I dragged my suitcase after me, my nerves increased. The senior attendant briefed us very quickly and we were informed that Mr. Grey himself will be the one traveling today.
Mr. Conan Grey was the acting CEO of Grey Airlines. A position passed over to him by his grandfather, this little information I found on the internet.
He was a very private person and kept his private life private. Not even a single picture of him could be found online.
The plane looked like something from a dream. Since this was his jet, it looked surreal. I still found it hard to believe people could afford this.
I found it hard to afford a common plane ticket with the weight of Nico’s hospital bill always hanging around my neck. A constant reminder that I couldn't afford to be reckless.
I made my way down the aisle, ready to do the job assigned to me. I had been assigned to give the pre-flight briefing to Mr. Gray before we took off. An unnecessary service if you asked me, given the fact that he owned the place, I’m sure he knew everything I’m about to say word for word.
Nevertheless, I made my way towards the last chair where he was seated. As soon as he saw my face he froze. I hadn't even said anything.
“Are you okay sir? Do you need anything? Maybe water?” I asked him, concerned.
He cleared his throat. “No, I don’t need anything. You can leave.” Well, that was rude.
“I’m here to give you the safety briefing, if you’ll allow me.”
“I said leave.” He snapped
Shocked by the harsh tone of his voice, I turned to leave.
“No wait, Aurora. I’m sorry I snapped at you, I didn’t mean to.” He hurried out.
I stood there dumbfounded. How did he know my name? I don’t remember telling him my name and I'm not even wearing a name tag.
"Have we met?” I asked.
"No, we’ve not but I would like to speak to you about something.”
“Do you make it a habit to know every one of your employees’ names, sir?” I asked pointedly.
He remained silent.
“What would you like to speak to me about?”
“You might want to have a seat for this.” He gestured towards the seat in front of him.
I looked at him skeptically for a moment before I finally sat down. Amidst everything, I haven’t properly looked at him. My oh my, he’s gorgeous. I became so mesmerized by his light blue eyes I didn’t even register what he was saying from his lips.
“I would appreciate it if you would stop checking me out.” He said smugly.
I scoffed. “Don’t be so full of yourself. Cockiness is never attractive.”
“I have a proposal for you. Literally, I will be proposing.”
“What do you mean? What proposal?”
“I need you to marry me.” He said so casually, I almost thought he was inviting me for tea.
My mouth was agape. How do you even respond to that?
“Are you joking with me right now? This is a very sick joke, Mr. Grey.”
“I’m not joking Aurora. I need you to marry me.”
“Well, I’m sorry Mr. Conan, I don’t want to marry you. If you will excuse me, I will be going back to my cabin. Press the button if you need anything.” I stood up and left, not looking back to see if he was offended or not.
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The flight back home was less crazy than the flight to Italy. Surprisingly, throughout the plane ride he didn’t call for anything.
I walked out of my bathroom to see my laptop light up. An email just came in.
What could it be?
I walked over to the desk and clicked open the mail. It was a document with a number attached to it.
I fear it’s one of those scams but my curiosity got the best of me.
I click on the document. I almost fell off my chair.
A 30 million marriage contract from Conan Grey.
Oh my God.
30 million dollars.
I am pinching myself. Once, twice. This has to be a joke, right? What is wrong with this guy?
Who sends a marriage contract to a stranger? A lunatic of course. If this was two years ago, I might have considered it. Maybe go along with this crazy idea, but I’m not twenty-three anymore.
I have a boyfriend and too many responsibilities to count. I closed my laptop and took a deep breath.
My hand reached for my phone beside my laptop to see if Matteo had replied to any of my texts. Ever since Jenny was rude to him, he has been taking it out on me by giving me the silent treatment.
I know I was at fault, and I’d apologized so many times but his anger seems to be taking a while to calm this time around.
He has always been one to ghost me after a fight and I’ve always had to calm him down. Over the years his temper only seemed to have gotten worse.
I walk over to my wardrobe deciding to pay him a visit. Yesterday, I made his favorite carrot cake, so I decided to take that with me too.
The drive to his house was long. His house is a twenty-minute drive away from mine. He insisted we move in together because the distance was too much for him but I had to decline because my mama didn’t teach me like that.
She always said ‘never live in his house with no ring on your finger’. I know it might be old-fashioned but I like it that way.
I pressed the doorbell multiple times but no one answered. I decided to use my key.
As I pushed open the door to his condo, I knew something was wrong.
From the loud moans to the scattered pieces of clothing around the living room. I look down to see a pair of heels. I walk slowly towards the room, shaking as I take each step.
I turn the knob to reveal a woman on top of my boyfriend. A woman who is clearly not me.
I screamed, so loud I shocked myself.
Startled, they hurriedly shuffled from each other. Matteo glanced towards the door, fear clear on his face while the lady tried to cover herself with the blanket.
The look on Matteo’s face would have made me laugh if this was an episode of Love Island but this is my life and this is very real.
I turned and ran out of there as fast as my legs could carry me to my car. I see Matteo running outside half naked shouting after me but my car was already halfway down the street.
I pulled over as soon as I knew I was far away from that house. I slammed my hands over the steering wheel so many times. I didn’t even have it in me to cry again.
I just wanted Matteo to feel the hurt I was feeling right now.
A crazy thought came to my head as I sat there.
I picked up my phone and I called the number from the email. He picked up on the first ring.
“Conan, let’s meet.”