Georgina's POV

The guides at the airport direct me towards the plane. "Are you Miss Georgina?" One of the officials asked me as I approached the plane's stance.

"Yes, I am."

"You're welcome to the Asark Airport, I believe you're ready to make your flight to Asark." I nod. "We wish you a wonderful experience." He smiles at me and I return a warm smile. A man from among them guides me through the stairs of the plane, I hold the railings as I climb up. My belongings are being taken by three of them to the cargo hold.

I get filled with great expectations as I climb the stairs finally into the plane. "Wow!" I couldn't help but exclaim, the inside is so wide and long, almost everything is made of gold, the walls, seats and floor. Refrigerators and dispensers stand at the extreme corner, I glance around seeing the inscriptions of rooms in it, the bedroom, bathroom among others. This is one of the best private jets from the rough estimate of things though I've never entered a plane before now.

"You're free to use any of them," the man guiding me says, pointing to the facilities. "The Alpha personally instructed me to permit you to be in great convenience here. So you're free!"

"Thanks," I say with a slight bow. It's the Alpha I'm indirectly thanking for this kind gesture though he's not around.

He directs me into my seat. I choose to sit beside the window so I can get a proper view of the earth as we travel. I find this more adventurous than the extravagance Christian has permitted me to enjoy today right inside this plane.

Few minutes later, I hear the door of the plane close, it's time to go. "Fasten your seat belt, the flight takes off in thirteen minutes." I hear the captain announce but I can't see him, the sound system on the wall relates his instructions to me. As I can see, everything here is high-tech. I do as he says, I fasten my seat belt. I wonder if all the officials I met with would follow me on this trip or I'll just be alone with the pilot whom I can't even see, whether it's a robot in there or human captain.

I gaze out into the window all through the flight, at some point I begin to feel hungry. I feel pissed that the air hostess didn't care to bring me some snacks, then I remember that this' a private jet and all I need is at my disposal. For the first time I walked around after getting into the plane. I find myself admiring the different rooms, facilities and scenes inside the plane.

I opened it and took out a chocolate pizza and a strawberry fruit drink. These are my favorites. I walk to the extravagant bedroom with a family-sized bed. I had been permitted to use this. I sit on it, placing the drink on the small bedside table while munching my pizza, I sip my drink along with it. Finally, I was done, I only had to take the last sip of my drink then throw it into the disposer at the far corner.

I feel so exhausted, I need to rest a bit at least before the plane lands. I slide into the soft bed, "Ahhh!" I moan in pleasure as I rest my head on the soft pillow. Is this how life with money is sweet? All my life, I have been accustomed to pain and humiliation. I never realized when I fell asleep, not until the voice of the pilot enhanced by the sound system on the walls woke me up.

"Seven minutes to land, fasten your seat belt."

I hurriedly rush off from the bed, slide into my shoes and walk off to my seat where I heed to the captain's instruction. I resumed my seat near the window as I did earlier. My sleep was short but blissful, I hope to have such a good sleep again.

"The plane is descending in a few seconds." The captain announces again. My heart skips as he says this, in a few seconds I'd be on Asark and soil, and in a few more minutes or hours, I'd meet with the world's most eligible werewolf personality. I had heard that a plane descending can sometimes be more frightening than when it's taking up, this' the exact experience I got.

As the stairs of the plane are dropped down for me to descend, I get filled with high hopes of having Christian welcome me. I descend it, smiling widely. I also find officials here, but different faces from the ones I met back in Ngotu. Perhaps they work for the airport and not the Alpha.

"Welcome to Ashland pack, Asark. This is Dulles International Airport. You'd meet with the Alpha in few hours." My joy slowly slides down as one of the officials tells me this, that means that Christian isn't here at the airport. I feel a change in the atmosphere of things, that special feeling and pride I had in Ngotu, my country is gone. This' no longer Ngotu but Asark where Christian is in authority. I feel the air of his dominance sweep across me, I feel so stupid to expect a revered Alpha like him coming to welcome me at the airport as if I'm the President or a member of the celebrity class.

I get guided into a tinted black Bugatti that is parked at the car zone and we drive away with my luggage at the boot.

The car parks in front of the palace of Alpha Christian. Never have I seen a palace so massive or beautiful like his, not even in pictures and on TV. His castle, the personal one he lives in among the various buildings here is magnificent, it stands out alone among the rest. It's built with glass and steel.

"His Highness is at his home office now, I'm taking you to go see him." The man guiding me from the airport says, I quiver. "Don't be afraid but maintain your composure, give him the respect he deserves."

Georgina's POV

"Okay, noted." I reply calmly.

The receptionists on the ground floor welcomed us, "Are you Miss Georgina?" One of them asks.

I nod, "Yes." They already know me, I get myself documented showing them my Identity card among others. Everything works here just like in a bank or airport. They pay attention to documentation even after recognizing I'm the lady the Alpha sends for. My luggage is taken to the store room, "You can't visit the Alpha in his office with them," the young woman at the counter said politely.

In minutes, I find myself standing before the giant glass door of his office. His Highness, Alpha Christian of Asark' is inscribed on top of the door. Few inches to it, the door whirls open before us.

"It's automatic," the guide says to me and we walk inside.

Before me sits the most handsome man I'd ever seen. His eyes are blue and so piercing, lined with lust. He's the infamous playboy. Nervousness starts to set in, I glance down at myself, my dress is poor and cheap. I feel ashamed.

"Good morning, Your Highness," I managed to say. The short silence before he replies to my greeting, seems the greatest suspense ever.

"Good morning Georgina!" He says in a deep voice as his eyes continue to gawk at me. I sense everything has changed, no longer is he the flirt I can treat or reply anyhow to. He has all the authority here as Asark is his land and I'm just a foreigner. I wouldn't let this make me stoop low though.

"Welcome to my office and to Asark," he says, sounding a bit polite. "How was your trip here?"

"Thanks, Your Highness. My trip was memorable."

"You can call me Christian, the title is not necessary." He heaved a sigh of relief, focusing on his system. "You can sit!"

"Thanks."

"Mr. Deolf, you can go." He lifts up his face and gestures to my guide to leave, he bows in respect and leaves. I raise my eyes in gratitude to him for guiding me to this level. He winks at me before leaving.

Silence fills the air before Christian stands up, gesturing to me to do the same. I get surprised wondering what he means by this, "We need to get you something to eat, I mean like a kind of casual date. This' my little welcome to you. Over the date we can discuss more about the matter we had on the phone, that wasn't a phone matter."

"Yes, Your Highness." I reply glancing down, I can't focus on his flirtatious eyes, they are capable of getting me nervous, they are weighing my defenses down. It's better to look down and maintain my composure than look up and fall for him.

We got into his car where we journeyed to one of the luxurious restaurants in town. By the scenario and the people I meet inside, I realized it's no place for the common man, but super-rich and classy celebrities like him.

"So what did you ask me to do for you, or what do you want me to do for you?" He asks.

My countenance brightens as he says this, I feel delighted. This' indeed a wonderful privilege I wouldn't believe could ever come my way. Now it's here I need to utilize it very well.

"I..I.." Excitement takes over me that I have to stammer.

"No, you can say whatever you wish. Is it a job or…?

"I want to further my education, I want to go to college." I snap. Furthering my education has always been my dream after I managed to complete high school in the house of my mistress. I feel this level is not sufficient for the rising competition in the world today, there are certain jobs I wouldn't qualify for with my high school certificate. I need to go further, it would cost a lot but I believe that's nothing to Christian with a billionaire that he is.

I won't mention any college to him, I just want him to send me to any college he wishes, after all, I don't owe him any responsibility, he's just trying to help me.

"Well, I agree to send you to college, whichever college you wish to go but you would do something for me." At once I wanted to say I would do anything until I had a second thought, I'm not sure of what he wants me to do. What if it's something I wouldn't want to do?

"What is it you want me to do?" I ask politely with some anxiety in my mind. I have to ascertain what he wants before I give him my word.

"Don't worry after our meal, you'd get to know about it."

The meal continued, we were done at about 12 noon where he drove me back to his castle in his car. Inside he started playing cool and seductive, placing his hand on my tight. I felt a surge of ecstasy swipe across me, his hand over my shoulders when we got out of the car. I got shy that people would see us this way, who would dare speak, everyone knows him as a playboy, a confirmed flirt.

I feel it would just end this way. We discussed this in his office. He agreed to sponsor me through any college, Harvard is my dream, that would imply me going away from the palace to Massachusetts to which he disagreed. He said I can only live in his state where he would watch over me. He suggested that I work for him while I attended college. At the end we agreed on an online programme. I would take my lectures from the comfort of wherever I am to suit his wish of having me around.

"This' what I want you to do for me," he says as he gestures to me out of his office. "I need us to have sex, you give me your body and I give you what you want."