The elevator opened indicating that we have reached the ground floor. He asked me to wait there and went to get his car. Just like any other rich brats, he was also driving Lamborghini and red color one at that, with black shades, my favorite color combination. I just stood there staring at his car as he came and parked the car before me. He got down and kept his eyes on me, as I was admiring the car, and he opened the passenger seat door and let me sit. He walked towards the driving seat and buckled himself up with the seat belt. He started leaning towards me after saying something and that was when I understood that I was still in my own world of admiring the interior decor of the car. I suddenly turned myself around towards the seat belt and pulled and adjusted it inside the button. I s
