Page 4 of Billionaire's Fantasy
As the engines of the private jet roar to life, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’m still reeling from Jackson’s outburst, and I can’t shake the feeling of fear and uncertainty that has come over me. Olivia notices my unease and tries to reassure me.
“Don’t worry, Amber,” she says, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You’re in good hands. Jackson may be grumpy, but he’s one of the best pilots in the business. We’ll be at the resort in no time.”
I nod, grateful for her kind words. But as the plane taxis down the runway, I grip the armrests of my seat with white-knuckled intensity. The force of the takeoff makes my stomach drop, and I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster ride from hell.
“Relax, Amber,” Olivia says soothingly, pouring me another drink. “You’ll get used to it. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, focusing on the sound of Olivia’s voice and the gentle hum of the plane’s engines. Gradually, my nerves start to settle, and I find myself gazing out the window at the stunning view below.
As we take off from Denver, we fly over snowy mountains and rolling hills, dotted with clusters of trees and the occasional farmstead. The sky is a brilliant blue, and I can see fluffy white clouds in the distance. It’s a beautiful day for flying, but I feel a sense of trepidation as we soar higher and higher into the sky.
Olivia notices my discomfort and tries to distract me, pointing out landmarks and offering me snacks from the well-stocked pantry. She’s a natural hostess, and I feel grateful for her warm and friendly presence.
I close my eyes, trying to get to the roots of my anxiety. I guess I’m not used to flying in general. My dad has always been busy working and never took me on a vacation. Jackson’s outbreak might also play a small roll. Unlike Olivia he did not make me feel welcome and comfortable.
After about two hours of flight, we land in Memphis. Olivia explains to me that this is just a quick stop to fuel up the airplane. We will continue our trip shortly.
I sit back and relax, I watch people on the ground coming and going to the jet, refueling it. About thirty minutes later we take off again.
After another three hours of flying, we finally approach our destination; a lush tropical resort in Turks and Caicos. It’s a lot different from Colorado. I can see white sandy beaches, calm crystal clear water, and palm trees swaying in the breeze. It looks like paradise.
As we land, I can feel the plane’s wheels touch down on the runway with a jolt. My heart races as we taxi towards the terminal, and I can’t wait to stretch my legs and explore this exotic new world.
But before I can do anything, Olivia hands me a set of instructions from the resort. They have arranged for me to be picked up by a private car, and there are several activities planned for me during my stay. I feel overwhelmed by the amount of information, but Olivia assures me that it’s all taken care of.
“Don’t worry, Amber,” she says with a smile. “We’ve got everything covered. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Your dad sent us the itinerary.”
Music to my ears. One of the rare times, I’m not in charge of planning. This is definitely going to help me relax and just enjoy the trip.
As I step out of the plane and onto the tarmac, I can feel the warm Caribbean sun on my skin. It’s a welcome change from the chilly climate back home, and I can’t wait to start my adventure.
But as Olivia hands me my luggage and bids me farewell, I feel a twinge of sadness. I had been hoping to share this experience with someone, but now I’m alone in a foreign country. It’s a daunting thought, but I remind myself that I’m here for a reason. I’m an influencer, and I have a job to do.
With a deep breath, I step into the waiting car and brace myself for the next chapter of my journey. It’s going to be an adventure, and I can’t wait to see where it takes me.
Chapter 2
Flying High
Jackson
WhenIagreedtodo this favor for Daniel, I was not thinking clearly. I had no idea it involved playing chauffeur to his spoiled daughter. Okay, more of a private pilot than a chauffeur, but taking her from resort to resort, hotel to hotel, sounds a lot like a glorified concierge service to me. Well, a deal is a deal and I need to keep Daniel happy, he is an important business partner.
But maybe I shouldn’t have snapped at her.
Maybe that was me going a little too far.
In my defense, though, she had barely been on my plane for longer than one hour, and she was already spilling and staining my interior. The leather was just installed one week ago, imported from Italy. I had to pay extra to the upholstery company to get the seats done in time before this trip.
Who the hell takes pictures with liquids that close to the cockpit? Why was she on the phone the entire time anyway?
“Is that okay?”
I am interrupted by the voice of Olivia, my trusty flight attendant, who is giving me the side eye.
Great!
Now, she’s mad at me, too.
