Enthrall Me (𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9 | Familiar

Where am I?

Beyond the grand and welcoming gates lies an expansive garden, lush with a profusion of plants that elegantly frame every section of the magnificent estate. The ground is paved with exquisite tiles in lieu of common asphalt, exuding an aura of refined opulence. Illuminating the entire area are stately lampposts, casting a gentle glow over the scene.

At the heart of this splendid domain stands a majestic fountain, serving as the focal point that leads to different paths. To the east, a parking lot boasts an array of seemingly supercars, to the west, an immense and dazzling pool invites repose and leisure, in front of me, the entrance to the mansion.

It's really hard to believe that this mansion belongs to those guys who do illegal jobs. Wow, they have a very juicy income.

"Follow me." The guy speaks, he must have noticed my astonished expression.

I walk after him silently, my gaze inconsistently looking at every direction, can't help but feeling amazed. The gates behind me close by themselves as we venture deeper inside. They have automatic doors too? Damn.

I was so distracted by the view that only now I start to notice a bunch of cameras covering every angle of the place. They seem to have a very tight security. Well, I mean... They should...

He has only now led me to the entrance of the mansion after what seemed like a very long ass time walking. I mean it when I said it's ENORMOUS.

Everything on the outside has been a very intriguing experience so far, I wonder what lies behind those tall, broad doors with sophisticated unknown symbols carved onto them, mhm, are these secret signs that only the people in the business understand or something?

The doors open slowly with a soft click, revealing an entirely new world. A hazy light gradually fills my vision as a majestic palace, adorned in a classic and elegant golden hue, emerges, leaving my jaw slack in awe. The floors and walls, clad in glossy tiles, exude a regal and affluent atmosphere. I feel so freaking rich just standing in here.

"Hey, over here!" A voice startles me from my reverie. I was so lost in thought, captivated by the splendor of this place, that I barely registered his call.

I quickly dart my gaze towards the origin of the voice and stride towards it briskly, my eyes fixed on the ground the entire way. I'm so embarrassed...

He waits for me before a door. As I get closer, he moves to my right to let me stand before it instead. I stop and look at the door in anticipation, curious and nervous about what is behind, he reaches his right hand out to twist the handle and pushes it in for me, in a way of saying I should get in there first.

So I take every step deliberately, under apprehension. It looks like a living room, with modern chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the space, there is a perfect line of couches against the wall, in the middle of them is a big rectangle glass table with a couple of drinks laying on top of it.

A bulky frame catches my attention as I divert my gaze to my left, an umber skinned man with black flat top afro hair fills my visual, who seems to be in his mid-30s, standing just a few feet away from the door, dressed all in black. His arms are folded together, firmly pressed against his broad chest. I trace my gaze upwards to meet his eyes unrelentingly glowering at mine, causing me to gulp in return.

Anxiously, I avert my eyes away from his irksome look to another direction to find a guy with light skin, blond side swept mohawk hair, sitting on a couch, facing me. He wears the same outfit as the others, looking to be about the same age as the guy who took me here, which is young, and he's kind of good-looking too. His eyes scan me from top to bottom. There is a playboy vibe glowing around him...

The third man can be seen on my right, seeming older than the rest, standing next to the couch where the mohawk guy is sitting, looking me in the eye, appearing to be studying me. He has tan skin, dark auburn ivy league hairstyle, he leaves his stubble while the others don't. It's kinda... Attractive...

What the hell, why are these men so much more attractive than those boys in my school like what the actual fudge?

As I move my gaze slightly away from the men, two girls standing at the far right of the room soon come into my view, they are probably the last people in this room.

The first one has long blond hair, warm beige skin, light face powder and dark red lipstick on her lips. She's dressed in a red tube top with laces and a short black skirt above her knees. She looks young and beautiful...

And seems to be resentful of me for some reasons?

Uh... It's weird how she keeps frowning at me, like did I do anything wrong?

I quickly ignore her glare by focusing upon the girl next to her instead.

She has chestnut skin, black coily afro hair, she is wearing black clothing like the men, folding her arms and looking at me expressionless.

"Is the boss here?" The spiked hair guy questions.

"I'm here." A man's voice can be heard somewhere in the room or next to the room I don't know. It gives me a strange familiar feeling that I can't really explain, as if I have heard this voice somewhere before. I immediately trace the sound for an answer, and catch a glimpse of a person walking in from another entry.

His eyes meet mine...

Those silver eyes...

What the fuck-

This can't be happening!! What is he doing here?!