My parents were away for the day, as usual. The car arrived an hour later, a sleek black vehicle that literally screamed wealth and power. It parked outside my house, the driver stepping out to open the door for me.
I hesitated, standing on the porch in my hoodie and jeans, debating whether I should just run away. But where would I go? And what would Alex do if I didn’t get in?
With a heavy heart, I climbed into the car, fixing my gaze on the floor as the door shut behind me. The ride was a silent one as the driver sat and drove quietly.
When we arrived at Alex’s mansion, its luxury made my stomach bubble. The spacious estate was beautifully lit, the polished driveway leading to a massive steel French door entrance. The driver sped off, leaving me to have my moment.
The heavy door lurk
