The Ultimate Billionaire Check-in System
Copyright© 2026 by BillMax
Chapter 2: The Helicopter Pickup
It was a Porsche 911 Turbo S, sticker price around one-eighty grand — pocket change in the world of serious supercars.
Still, on a university campus, the sleek silver beast turned every head the second it rolled up.
“Ava, baby, you heading out?”
The driver’s door swung open and Mason Carter stepped out, flashing his signature cocky grin. Mason was Harbor University’s most infamous second-generation playboy — new girlfriend every week, family money older than half the buildings on campus.
“No thanks, Mason. My boyfriend’s picking me up any minute,” Ava Kensington replied coolly, using Ethan as a human shield.
She and Ethan had grown up as next-door neighbors; their fathers were close friends. There had even been talk of an arranged match when they were kids. Ava had turned it down back then because she was “too young.”
Biggest regret of her life.
Mason raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. He simply slid back into the Porsche, drove it twenty yards away, and parked with the window down, waiting like a predator.
He already knew Ava didn’t have a boyfriend. She was obviously lying. He wanted to see what kind of loser showed up so he could enjoy the show.
Chloe Bennett leaned in and whispered, “Ava, Mason doesn’t look like he’s giving up. Maybe text Ethan and tell him to wait outside the gates? You can meet him there.”
Ava nodded — good plan. She was about to pull out her phone when it rang.
“Ling— I mean, Ava, I’ll be there in two minutes. Stay right where you are.”
Ethan’s voice was calm and warm. Before she could warn him, he hung up.
Ava stomped her foot in frustration. Mason, watching from his Porsche, smirked. Everything was going exactly as he planned.
Then the sky answered.
A low, powerful thump-thump-thump rolled across campus. Every student looked up at the same time.
A pristine white Sikorsky S-76 — one of Ethan’s private fleet — came in fast, flared dramatically, and settled onto the open grass right in front of Ava like it owned the university.
The side door slid open. Ethan Caldwell stepped out in a crisp black button-down, looking like he’d just walked off a GQ cover.
Both Ava and Chloe froze.
“Chloe ... is that him? Is that Ethan?” Chloe whispered, voice shaking.
Too handsome.
Ridiculously handsome.
And he just landed a helicopter to pick up a girl.
If Mason’s Porsche was a 10, Ethan was a billion.
“Ethan?!” Ava’s eyes went wide. She had seen him three days ago. How had he changed this much?
“Little troublemaker, you don’t recognize your own god-brother anymore?” Ethan grinned and ruffled her hair exactly like he always had.
The familiar gesture snapped her out of it. Ava swatted his hand away, cheeks flaming.
“I’ve told you a million times — I’m not a little kid anymore! Stop treating me like one!”
Ethan folded his arms, pretending to be stern. “Grown up? Yeah, right. You still need a lesson.”
Chloe couldn’t help laughing. “See? Even your god-brother knows you’re still a baby.”
“Chloe, shut up!” Ava whined, embarrassed.
Ethan chuckled. “Enough messing around. I’m starving. Get on the helicopter — I’m taking you both to lunch.”
Ava and Chloe didn’t need to be told twice. They had never been inside a private helicopter in their lives.
Under Ethan’s guidance they climbed in. The rotors spun up, and the white bird lifted off smoothly, banking away over the Manhattan skyline.
The entire campus watched in stunned silence.
A goddess ... and her god.
Mason Carter sat in his Porsche, mouth hanging open. He knew helicopters. That bird had to be worth at least fifteen, maybe twenty million.
He did the math.
All the liquid cash in his family’s trust might not even be enough to touch something like that.
“I’m ... just a small fry,” he muttered, thoroughly crushed.
Inside the helicopter, Ava was looking around like a kid in a candy store.
Chloe tried to play it cool, but her eyes kept drifting back to Ethan. She couldn’t stop staring.
Ethan noticed, of course.
Another one, he thought with a mental sigh. All they see is the face. When is someone going to care about what’s underneath?
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