The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Thirty-nine: Smile

We ran towards a dark corner of the mansion. The opposite direction from the door towards the path leading to the lady lake. We entered an elevator. Paris pushed a button and the lift went down. We reached their garage underneath the mansion. I was in awe of how the place was flooded with cars. Each of the cars was contained in a glass room.

Cars such as Bentley Continental GT, Range Rover, Roll-Royce Phantom, Porsche Panamera, BMW 7 Series, Audi A8, Bently Bentayga, Jaguar I-Pace, Lexus LS! How rich are they?! I was surprised they didn't get broken as they spent their money on these cars.

'Oh my gosh! Is that Mercedes S- Class?!' I screamed the moment we entered. 'The top 10 best luxury cars are all here! Oh my goodness!'

Paris's eyes turned to me amused at my reactions.

'Are we going to ride that?' I asked him as my eyes surveyed how beautiful it was.

He chuckled, shaking his head. 'I had no idea you were interested in cars.'

'Now you know. But what car are you going to drive? We have to hurry.'

'Oh, right.' He snapped his fingers, then rushed towards a car covered with a dusty sheet. 'Uhm. You might wanna cover your nose and step back a little bit.' He said as he held the sheets.

I followed what he told me. After I took three large steps backward and covered my nose with the sleeve of my yellow jacket. He removed the dusty sheet. My mouth dropped when I saw that behind those dusty sheets a gorgeous car was hidden. A dazzling 1969 Mustang Mac 1. It was different from the one that he takes at school, guys. This is– Okay. I'm speechless.

He wiped a bit of dust on the hood, then walked towards the shotgun seat. He opened the door as he gestured his head for me to go inside. I hurried towards the said seat and positioned myself. He ran towards the driver's seat.

'I discontinued using this car when I stopped racing, which explains its dusty condition.' He said as his face crumpled seeing the car.

I looked at him. 'Come on, Paris. It's not that bad. Let's go and hit the road. But where's the exit on this garage? All I could see are windows, but no doors.'

He didn't reply but simply looked at me with a smile. He looked at the front like he knows what's going to happen. I stared at him with furrowed brows.

I shrieked as the platform made a loud thud making the car lowered from the ground. When the lowering stopped, series of lights turned on consecutively. At that moment, I realized it was a tunnel.

'Seat–'

He was cut out when I wore the seat belt instantly. He nodded. 'Good girl.'

'Just go.' I said as I crossed my arms.

I heard the engine come to life and roared. He moved the gear stick, then stepped on the gas. Immediately, the car sped up on the track. It only took him seconds to reach the paved road at the end of the tunnel.

'I think my soul was left behind.' I said as I huffed some air.

He chuckled at my statement 'Hold on. The private airport was a bit far. But I will try to take you there in the next twenty minutes. The sooner than that, the better.'

The engine roared again then it sped away from the tunnel. He didn't speak as he drove. When we reached a curvy road, two cars were waiting on the roadside.

I heard Paris mutter a curse as he slammed the steering wheel. 'That Scot told your stepdad not just your location, but also your plans to leave using the nearest airport.'