POKER FACE - Kylo Ren.

Chapter 8 - Friends & Deals.

Driving up the winding path to Kylo's home, you felt a certain unease swelling in your chest.

Kylo sat beside you, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he silently drove. You found him looking out the windows at every chance, breath ragged as he sat on-edge.

After going through another routine check and being discharged from the hospital, you had gotten your regular clothing back to dress in, and after signing a few papers and getting a pain medication prescription, Kylo was quick to drive you back to his home, just as eager as you to give answers.

   His lavish home coming into sight, you finally had gotten a good look at it. Unlike last time, you were in no rush to get inside, nor were you intoxicated. You finally got a moment to fully examine the mansion-like home, tucked away from the big city behind tall shadowing trees.

   The pure size of his home was what was shocked you at first. It stood tall and large in all its glory, colonial style, painted a dark ink black. A wrap around porch, tall pillars supporting a off-suit deck at the front of the home. Round winding path in the front of the door. 100% Kylo Ren.

   You could remember stumbling up those stairs to his home, drunken and mind lust clouded. But now, it no longer held giddy feelings. Now, a dark cloud of dread hung over it all, reminding you of the reality of your situation. Things weren't the same now. Someone was after Kylo, and you.

   It wasn't long until Kylo was parking his sleek black Bugatti by the front door, matching in colour with his bold painted home. You had an inkling feeling Ren perfected the dark shade of ink over any other colour. Stepping out onto the rock dirt path with him, he fished his keys out and his car locked with a beep.

   Leading you up the stairs to his house for what seemed like the second time, he gave one last worrying glance around his oversized land, which went on for yards and yards. He turns to you before he unlocks his doors, eyes cold and all stern.

   "I just wanted to tell you before we stepped in," he began, "I have a friend over, you can trust him. He's going to help me explain all of this." He explains, eyes burning deep into yours. You give a small nod in understanding.

   Help me explain all of this. Stepping into his home with him, you were sure there was no possible explanation for the chaos that had happened in that 48 hours. You were met with the familiar scent of his house — cedar wood, cleaning supplies, musk. It all mingled in your sense as you kicked off your work shoes, Kylo helping you peel off your pea coat, the same one you had been wearing the night it happened. 

   Kylo gave you a small nod before leading you down the large foray of his home, then down the hall, and into one of the many sitting rooms of his home. Furnished with leather couches and chairs, red accents, charcoal grey painted walls. And there was a painting hanging on the furthest wall, no doubt worth thousands upon thousands.

   It wasn't until the stranger spoke, did you notice a middle aged man sitting in one of the leather chairs, legs spread wide and slightly concerned expression on his face. He had chocolate brown hair that sat in tousled waves, evergreen eyes, frame long and lean. Wearing a sheer white button-up and black trousers. You noticed a sleeve of tattoos peeking past his rolled shirt sleeve.

   "Ren," the stranger began to speak, rising to a stand. He took Kylos hand in a sign of friendly interaction, only then his eyes flickering to you. "Is this the girl you mentioned?" He adds. You gulp hard.

The man looked you up and down, eyes feasting on your somewhat-dishevelled appearance. You felt your skin burning hot under the gaze of the charming man who you didn't know.