It All Started With A Bet

Ride to Nude Street

"Okay." We walked to the door.

As we walked out of the room , the butler who guided me in was standing next to us. Randall quickly told him to get the car out of the garage and get it to the front. The butler quickly ran .

As we were walking I looked at his house. I still couldn't take in the grandeur of this place. We walked out the front door and into the small garden that was in front of his house.

The garden had so many types of flowers of different colors and sizes and they were arranged in a beautiful pattern to give a more lush and colourful appearance.

Probably the wonder and awe of the house front had kept me from noticing all these small things earlier.

In between I looked at Randall just to see what's going on in his mind. I noticed a sense of fondness in the way he looked at the flowers.His body relaxed and calm. As soon as he realised I was looking at him he tensed up and looked ahead and continued to walk that way till we reached the gate.

The Gates were open and his car was waiting. Right on cue the butler rolled in with the car. Randall owned an Aston Martin and not just any Aston Martin's , he owned the 2018 Vanquish S.

This was the car Tyler kept ranting about. Ty was a car enthusiast and his current favourite was this Aston Martin. After looking at the car I could make out why Ty was crazy for it.

We walked to the car. He opened the passenger door and after I sat in he gently closed the door. I was a tad bit shocked but didn't say anything.

As soon as we entered the Radio started. He started the car and we started driving out of the gate. "Where do you live ? You can drop the Master for a while otherwise it will take an hour for you to give me the direction." He ended with a small chuckle.

"North to the school. Left from roundabout on Nudeê Street right next to that New Supermarket."

"You live on Nude Street" he started laughing.
"It's pronounced Nudaay." I heard this joke so many times it was a regular thing now.
"It's Nude Street! I am driving a chick to Nude Street. " And he was now just laughing at his joke.

Maybe it was just my imagination but for a second there he was a different guy. Not just the mysterious boss guy thing he was trying to portray. His eyes lit up at his silly joke and he was cackling.

But then he gained composure and just stopped laughing and drove quietly. Then the track on the Radio changed to Wolves by Selena Gomez. As is usual with me I started bobbing my head to the beat and singing along to it.

HE SWITCHED OFF THE RADIO . Mid chorus he just closed it. I immediately responded with a look . And yeah although I looked at him as though he asked for both my kidneys , he had switched of a great song mid chorus and that was highly unacceptable.

"What ?" He acted like he did nothing wrong. "Why did you switch it off?" I asked him annoyed at his whole innocent play.

"Switch it on." I said, well more like commanded. "No."
"If you don't switch it on I will..." I said in a real matter of factly way.

"Are you sure you wanna get chatty with me over a song on a Radio, Kitten." He asked in a stern yet mocking way.

" I am not your Kitten. "
"Are you implying you are someone else's Kitten...." His voice became deep and a bit scary.

"Well no .. but you can't call me kitten "

"Good.And why can't I do that Kitten ? His voice got lighter like he felt relieved that no one else called me Kitten.

"Well cause that word has been spoiled for me by media. That , Daddy, Master ,Sir , Bunny shit....." As I was speaking a huge ass smile crept on his face.

"I don't understand what you're saying Kitten. What do you mean social media spoiled it . What kind of Media are we talking about here?" His smile widening with every word.

"You know exactly don't you."

"Nah Kitten , please explain, cause all I heard from that convo is that you won't call me daddy ... And so I need to know why..."

"I will never call you daddy." That was too kinky. A lot more than calling someone master or Sir.

"Never is a long time Kitten. Tell me that media thing."He wasn't dropping it no matter how I much I tried to go off tangent.

"Not.Your.Kitten. It's too inappropriate . Media has made it kinky and wherever you hear it , it always sounds wrong. "

"Just say your mind's too perverted." He looked at me, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Stay in your Zone Randall. You don't want me to smack that smirk off your face."

"Ooh... Feisty ...Smack me Kitten!" His eyes were completely off the road now.

"Look where you're going , idiot." I said and pushed his head to face the road.

We were close to my home now.
"And we are on the Nude street."

He took the left and soon I was home. I thanked him for the ride and got out of the car and started walking to the door.

"Kitten " he shouted. Which turned me to turn and run back to the car. "Shut up Randall. It's late. My bro will kill me and then barbecue you in the forest."

He just laughed. "You don't need to submit any impositions.Its the first time so you're forgiven." I just smiled.

"Good night" I said and walked in. It had been a long night.

Tyler was on the couch watching the reruns of some football match."Have you seen the time Ady. Where the hell were you ? Who dropped you home right now? You know the neighbourhood is not safe right?"

"Yeah it's only 99.9% safe. Not enough for the great standards of Tyler Hale." I laughed.

"Ha ha. Did you eat ?" He asked. "No." "Okay go and eat there's extra . Mom made pasta . We tried to make some sauce but yeah that was not such a good idea." I started laughing again.

Nowadays Ty would help mom cook. I was really not a great help in the kitchen. Quite the contrary . Once I set a pan on fire . God only knows how . The food was cooking normally but the pan was in flames.

Yeah I was better off outside the kitchen.
The kitchen is usually my dad's zone but ever since he got relocated cause of his job it's become an experiment lab for my mother and brother.

And yeah the I get the whole be happy you atleast have food thing but there's only so much burnt , tasteless, raw stuff you can eat before your ideologies change.

I walked to the fridge, removed the pasta and heated it. It was actually quite good. Good being a wide range between bearable and actually good.

I grabbed my stuff and went up to my room. It was still the beautiful mess I left it as . My own pig sty.

I fell on the bed. Ready to shut my eyes and just doze off. But I heard my phone buzz . I had to answer it. Sadly I had major FOMO and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with our checking.

Randall the Jerk:
Kitten there's a huge day planned for you tomorrow. Go to sleep or you're gonna be all tired and cranky.

I replied
Me:
1 Not your Kitten
2 I don't get cranky
3 I am gonna purposely take the day of tom.

He instantly replied back ,
Randall the Jerk:
You do get cranky kitten. Plus you'll regret taking the day off. Goodnight Adabelle.

All sleep had now vanished of and all I could do was thing about the events of the night. Soon it was passed 3 am and I needed to sleep or else I wouldn't get up.

So I decided to call the person who could talk me through this or atleast to sleep . So I picked up the phone and dialed and surprisingly ....