The Billionaire

Part 30 Mia

After what felt like we've reached the year 2045, we reach the pub. Coincidentally, there is a beautiful slot of parking space just right in front of the pub. Christian waits for a few moments before getting out of the car. As he exit he says, 'Wait here.' I sit in the car and watch him walk over to my side. He opens the door and lifts his arm for me. 'Oooo... What a gentleman.' I tease, linking my arm with his as I step out of the car. He scoffs and closes the door behind me. 'Take it or leave it, Gregory.'

Christian holds the door open with his foot and gestures with his left hand. 'Ladies first.' 'Thank you.' I say, giving his cheek a kiss before walking in. He follows after me and closes the door behind him. We're in a pub called "1997 Reprise" and the people in here are already dancing very hard core and drinking as if it's their last day here on Earth. 'This is a nice pub. Is it always this crowded?' I ask as we push our way through the crowd to reach this "surprise place". 'Meh, it's alright. I come here regularly, but it's usually busy on Friday nights.' Christian raises his voice to beat the music that is so bursting loud I could go deaf. I keep following behind him, watching him push through the crowd like "The Hulk". Every time Christian says, 'Excuse me.' the people dancing would turn their heads to look at him, recognise who he is, and lets him pass through. Some even take their phone out to take pictures or videos. And of course, pictures and videos of me too. I don't know what to do. Should I cover my face like some celebrities do? Or should I just let them take pictures of me? Suddenly, Christian pulls me forward and wraps his arms around me protectively. I start seeing more flashes. Start hearing more yelling like, 'Yo, Christian Black is here. Like the CEO. He's with a girl!' Christian is blocking me from all the cameras that are pointed at us. I feel my anxiety start to build up. But Christian's arms are so warm and protective, I feel reassured. 

Finally, we pushed our way through the crowd and into this room. You can't see in from the outside, but you can't see out from the inside either. A lot of people are crowded outside the entrance, trying to capture pictures of us together. This will definitely be on the news. 

Christian waits until he's closed the door, then lets me out of his arms. As soon as he shuts the door, everything was silent. You can't hear the people outside, or the music. You can't even see them. This is peace. 'Are you okay?' Christian asks, one hand cradling my cheek, while the other smooths my hair back from my face. 'Yeah,' I breathe. 'I'm okay.' He searches my face for a moment, seeing if I'm lying. A small smile plays on his lips as he got what he wants. 'Good.' He says, letting his hands fall. He ushered me into a cushioned seat, before sliding in too. 'So. What is this room?' I ask, breaking the silence. 'It's a private room I payed for. You can't see in and it's completely sound proof. I thought privacy would be best.' 'Christian...' I say, leaning into him. 'I feel boujee.' Christian chuckles a little. 'It's the life of a Black.' He says, giving my cheek a kiss. 'I've already ordered drinks beforehand, I hope you don't mind that.' 'Jesus Christ, Christian. I'm getting spoiled more and more.' I say brushing the tip of my nose with his.