His Little Princess | Jason McCann

Four

Camila's POV

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why couldn't he bring me home? He brought me here god damnit and I don't even know where the hell I am.

He started snickering. Why the hell is he laughing. There's literally nothing funny about this.

"I'm kidding calm down." He laughed. I didn't even know how to react to this. I forced a toothless smile.

"Your dress is on the dresser, go get changed and I'll wait downstairs." Not waiting for my he walked out closing the door behind him. What the hell just happened. That just made me wanna get outta here faster than I already wanted.

While processing out weird conversation I got out of the bed in walked over to the life size mirror. Damn... I look like shit. My hair looked very greasy and it needed to be brushed soon, and I was wearing an oversized black shirt that reached just above my knee. Was it his? Why was I wearing his clothes? Does that mean he... undressed me? Okay, I'm getting out of here. At least I was wearing my undergarments. Thank god.

I grabbed my red dress from the dresser and looked around for my shoes. My eyes caught them in the corner of the room. It were high heels and looked really weird with what I was wearing right now but I didn't care.

I almost fell while walking to the door and also when I was walking down the stairs. I reached the hall and I realized how big and beautiful this house was. Everything was white and perfectly clean. Like it would be cleaned every fifteen minutes. There hung a big crystal chandelier that caught my attention. It was mesmerizing. This house was mesmerizing.

"You like it?"

He suddenly said interrupting my trance. My eyes landed in him. He was leaning against the long rail of the stairs. Slowly, he walked over to me never taking his gaze off of mine.

"Y-yeah, it's beautiful." I stuttered as he was approaching me. He now stood in front of me. My hands started getting sweaty. This dude made me so nervous with that intimidating gaze.

I turned around searching for the nearest exit. The only thing I saw were twelve doors that led to god knows where. This house was so big it probably had fifteen bathrooms.

"We have to go downstairs for my car." Jason said. "Follow me." He waved his hand expecting me to follow. I did. We walked to the door next to the stairs. My heels clicked against the white tiles. The sound was bubbling throughout the whole, round hall. It was an eerie sound because it was so loud.

We reached the stairs that led downstairs. They were kinda tricky to walk with my heels but I got down. My eyes widened when I stood there at the end of the stairs. At least 30 cars were parked here. It looked like a parking garage! It was filled with different kinds of Ferrari's, Lamborghini's, Bugatti's and mustangs. And probably way more but theses were the only brands I recognized.

"Holy shit." I muttered under my breath. I heard him chuckle.

"You have a preference?"

I didn't know what to say. I was still shocked by al these cars.

"I-I don't- Just-- Wow." I managed to get out.

He smiled once again and walked over to a display case that contained dozens of different keys. He looked over at me.

"When I don't know what to drive I just pick a random key, click it, and see which car makes a sound." This is ridiculous, I thought to myself.

"You wanna try?" He asked me. Hell yes I wanted to try. Hey, it may be ridiculous but it also really awesome am I right?

I nodded with a smile in my face and walked over to the display. I picked the key that was in the bottom left corner and clicked it. I heard a car make a noise that it opened. I looked around to find the one that did. It was a space grey Audi R8. One of my favorite cars. My eyes lit up as I saw the blinking lights on the beautiful car. I instantly walked over to it to analyze every piece.

"Nice ride, aye?" He suddenly said making me jump a little.

"All of these cars are beautiful!" I said still looking my eyes out which made him smile.

Why do you have so many, like are you rich or something?" Wait why did I ask that!? That's so weird to ask obviously this guy has way to much money and lives in a freaking mansion! A very beautiful and modern mansion though.

He chuckled again. "Let's just say I know how to make easy money and I like cars." He simply said playing with the car keys in his hand. We stood there in silence (again lol).

"Shall we go?" I asked breaking it.

"We shall." He said walking to my side of the car, opening the door for me. I got in and buckled up. The car smelled new. He probably didn't drive this one that often. He got in on the drivers side and put the key in the ignition and drove to the exit of the parking lot/garage.
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The car ride was quiet but not unpleasant. We talked a little. Mostly about me but that was because he answered all my questions very vaguely. I didn't really care, I was never going to see this guy anyway. He wanted to walk me to my door but I insisted. Plus I couldn't let my mom see him.

I knocked on the front door of my house. I heard shuffling on the other side and and my mom opened the door. I already prepared myself for the worst. Grounded for life. Never going out again.

"Oh Dios mío!" My mom shouted when she saw my face and grabbed me in a tight hug. Before I could say something my mom was already speaking.

"Where were you?" She asked concerned. It looked like she was crying and had gotten no sleep. "I called everyone! Lauren, Austin, school! I almost called the cops por el amor de Dios!" She almost screamed with her thick Spanish accent.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I say! I can't tell her the truth.
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a lil boring chapter but the next one will be more interesting I promise! hope you liked it and please comment and vote, it makes me feel special, lol.

P.s. I didn't edit so if the grammar sucks that's why ❤️