The Night My Ex Lost A Billionaire!

The premium room

CHAPTER FIVE

Professor Rhys canceled his class.

By ten, the entire final year class had nothing better to do than to argue about the dinner party.

“Forget wherever we were going. I booked something better. The Meridian Room. Top floor of the Grand Valmont hotel.”

Matthew announced, cutting through dozens of earlier suggestions.

Some of the guys cheered him on.

A few low whistles followed. Matthew beamed with pride.

But Jensen wasn’t impressed.

“Isn’t that place too expensive? Let’s try something else,” Coleman countered, a little worried about Jensen.

They all had to contribute to cover the cost. This would only put a bigger burden on Jensen.

“Worried about your boyfriend again?” Matthew said and the class laughed at Coleman.

Coleman flushed, head dropping low.

“Seriously, does Jensen even own a second shirt?”

“I doubt he does. Ugh! He gives me the yikes!”

Some girls gossiped behind them, not even bothering to be discreet.

Jensen heard it, all of it. He simply smiled.

“Don’t sweat it, Coleman. I’ll cover the costs. Besides, we’re not all peasants.” Matthew added and shot Jensen a glare.

“It’s fine,” Jensen finally said. “…Sounds great. I’ll cover the wine.”

The room went quiet for a moment.

Then it erupted into laughter.

“Wine? With what, your puny salary?” Matthew wheezed. “God, shut up before you humiliate yourself.”

“Big talk from a guy who smells like a dish pit.”

Someone else added and more laughter followed. Coleman felt bad for Jensen. He looked at him, wondering how Jensen always has it all together through the insults and bullying.

“That’s not cool, guys.” Coleman said but several hands dismissed him.

Jensen only smiled again. As always.

“Let’s go check the venue out. Can’t wait to show you guys the splendor,” Matthew beamed again.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” His buddies charged after him.

The rest of the class scrambled too as they headed for the Grand Valmont Hotel.

While they walked, Matthew quickly noticed Charlotte Woodart walking a little bit closer to the back. He had already collected fifty thousand dollars from Benjamin to fuck Jensen up.

But Matthew suddenly had a better idea: to charm the girl he has had a crush on since sophomore year.

“Wanna hear something wild?” he said, falling beside her. “I actually hold a stake in the firm that built this hotel. Small position though. Just a few million.”

He lied.

But Charlotte gave him nothing. Zero expression, zero concerns.

“My father golfs with the owner. Personally.” He pressed on.

Still nothing.

Matthew started to sweat.

He kept going anyway, throwing numbers at a wall that wasn’t listening to him.

Behind them, Jensen and Coleman watched the whole performance unfold painfully.

“He’s really committing to this, isn’t he?” Coleman said.

“Unfortunately,” Jensen agreed.

“God, he should know when to quit. She hates his guts.” Coleman blew a raspberry.

Jensen’s thoughts wandered elsewhere. Matthew’s pathetic display was the least of his concerns.

***

The Meridian Room occupied the entire top floor of the Grand Valmont Hotel. With glass walls on some sides, intricate chandeliers and spectacular artworks, it was a beautiful sight to see.

The students gasped as they looked around. Matthew beamed with pride. He looked at Charlotte for a reaction but got blank stares.

He was still obsessing over her when the hostess walked inside with a tablet in her hand.

“Matthew?” She looked around.

“That’s me,” Matthew said, smiling.

He thought the hostess had come to praise him even more.

But she gave him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, but this room was already booked for the said date. We apologize for the inconvenience and we have refunded your money back to you.” She said to him.

The students began to murmur.

“What? This is unacceptable.” Matthew blurted out.

“It was a technical error. But we do have the premium room if you’re interested. It’s even bigger than this.” She told him.

When he heard that, Matthew smiled again. Another shot to show off? Great. How expensive could it be?

“How much?” He asked.

She checked her tab. “Twenty five thousand dollars for the evening.”

The hall hushed. Matthew blinked twice.

“W-what? That’s fucking expensive.” He complained.

“Well it’s for the elites, sir. Unless you do not fit into that category?” She shot the insult with a polite smile.

“Come on, Matthew. Pay her. You can pay her, right?”

Someone asked from the crowd. Matthew chuckled nervously. He didn’t even have half the amount as his net worth.

“I think I’ll just use the restroom for a bit.” Matthew quickly blurted out while in panic. He caught Charlotte looking at him with pity. Matthew’s blood ran cold.

Jensen saw through Matthew’s collapse. He smiled in amusement.

As the silence prolonged, the hostess shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess that settles it then.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Jensen spoke out. The hostess stopped and turned.

“We will take the premium room. Obviously, Matthew can handle it…” then he turned to Matthew. “Or can you not?”

Jensen questioned.

All eyes fell on Matthew.

He became red with embarrassment. But God forbid he allows Jensen to humiliate him.

“Of course yes! Book the room!”

Matthew boomed.

The students cheered him on while the hostess nodded and walked away. But Jensen could see the terror on Matthew’s face.

He had just shot himself in the leg, and Jensen knew it.

While watching the theatrics, Jensen saw Charlotte typing furiously on her phone. Her expression was darkened.

He paid more attention to her.

Charlotte nervously hid the phone inside her purse and dashed out of the room.

Jensen frowned.

Something was wrong with Charlotte Woodart.