Living in a viciously boring cycle of tips and refills, a young waitress finds herself being pulled headfirst into the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
With an unexpected turn of events, Lyla embarks on a journey with the three handsome men fro...
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My eyes widen and travel up the height of the large house he pulls up to after the two-hour drive from Los Angeles. The long driveway was lined with lights that trailed up the wide steps leading to the huge front door with a grown from inside waiting for our arrival.
"This is where we're staying... for a night?" I question with my mouth slightly agape.
"Is it not good enough?" He worries as he peeks through the windshield with me towards the house, "I tried to find a nice Airbnb but with such short notice, most of the ones I wanted were already booked."
"Are you kidding me? This is beautiful, Taehyung." I can't seem to take my eyes off of the large crystal clear windows and the modern yet classic architecture, "This is probably the most beautiful home I've ever seen with my own two eyes."
"Really? Oh, good. I was worried you didn't like it," he sighs out and I look over to him dumbfounded.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?!" My smile broadens the longer I look at his dimly-lit sculpted face.
Chuckling, he opens his door, "Wait here, I'll come around to get you."
"Okay?" I agree with a hint of confusion in my tone. Scrambling around to the passenger door, I watch him open it and slip his hands underneath my body to pick me up, "What are you doing?" I giggle as my hands instinctively wrap around his neck for stability.
"I've always wanted to do this," he laughs with me as he carries me up the steps and carefully enters the code to get into the front door.
Walking us over the threshold, he keeps me in his warm arms while I look around in awe, "This place is gigantic! I don't even want to know what you spent for a night here... wherever 'here' is."
"Malibu," he comes in closer so that he can kiss me, "and I don't want to tell you how much I spent either." Squealing as he spins us around before he sets me down on two feet again, I start to walk around the foyer as I admire the artwork and the vaulted ceilings while he starts to tell me about the home. "It has six bedrooms and five bathrooms. There's a movie theater room and a game room, too. I know we can't truly go on public dates like I'd like for us to so I tried to find somewhere that we could stay that can give us that vibe."
"I'm surprised you didn't say a swimming pool with how huge this place is." I run my hand across the circular table in the middle of the room holding a vase filled with colorful flowers and examine my fingers, impressed that there's not a single speck of dust to be found.
"No, there's no pool," he takes hold of my hand and walks me past a large sitting room towards a set of french doors. Opening them up, I gasp at the sight as he speaks, "but we have access to the ocean. Our own private beach."
"Oh wow," I breathe out as I walk out past the large deck filled with lounge chairs and decor. "All of this for me?"
"Mhm," he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck, "go big or... go back to the tour bus."
