What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Stalker behavior

The drive was silent for the most part, aside from the occasional, "You good?"

 It was roughly a 50-minute drive, and around 30 minutes in, the scenery surrounding the car turned to endless trees. Red's house seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, far from other residents.

Eventually, they arrived at a long driveway that led up a hill to a large white gate with full bushes on either side, lapping around the whole plot. 

The car moved up, stopping in front of the gate. Red rolled down his window and turned to face what seemed to be an intercom. 

"Red Kipper, accompanied by Emory Rosewood." 

Static went through the intercom before a robotic voice responded, "Access granted. Continue through, sir."

The gates opened, and Red pulled through, revealing a large house that amounted to around 25,000 square feet of land, most likely. 

The house was beautiful, decked in white and a deep royal blue. There was a balcony in the center of the front area of the mansion, as well as a pool below it. Windows covered the three stories of the house, allowing the marble interior to be seen. In front of the pool, a fountain was placed, flowing into a small pond below it, surrounded by a small garden. 

Red pulled up to a one-car garage made out of white brick. 

"You only have a one-car garage? Where the fuck do you keep all your others?" Emory questioned, leaning back in his seat as his eyes wandered around the exterior of the building. 

"You'll see," Red answered shortly, pressing a button on the side door of his car, resulting in the garage door rising. 

Red pulled his car into the small space and closed the garage door behind him. After a second, there was a ping, and the floor beneath the car began lowering. 

It brought the car to a large area, parking spots full of at least 40 cars wrapping around the 'elevator.' 

In between each spot, there was a tall white pillar separating them. Red parked in an empty spot between a BMW and a Ford before turning the car off and facing Emory. 

"Does that answer your question?" Red asked, a slight grin plastered on his face. 

Emory rolled his eyes before replying, "Should've known you would have some fancy shit like this."

Red shrugged his shoulders before leading Emory to a marble staircase that led up to a white door with a golden knob. 

Emory scoffed as they walked up, taking in everything that showed just how rich Red was. Half of which being unnecessary.

Red opened the door, which led into a beautiful kitchen decked out in marble and real gold. There were pillars scattered across the open area between the living room and kitchen, and an island lay between them. 

"Pause, what the fuck? Are you a fucking billionaire? There's no way you just casually have fifty fucking cars and real fucking--" Emory ranted, Red simply cutting him off. 

"If I hear the word 'fuck' one more time, I'm gonna lose my shit," He responded brusquely, rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind Emory. 

"Yeah, oh, what was that? What are you gonna lose? Your 'shit'? Watch your language, man," Emory remarked before walking toward the living room.

The living room had two full-sized blue sofas and two corresponding armchairs. In the center was a glass table with golden pegs and a chandelier hanging over it. A large flat-screen TV was mounted to the wall on the opposing side of the main sofa, amounting to roughly 80 inches in size.