David's words were quick and almost impulsive. "Let's go."
Emily, still recovering from her tears, looked up at him, blinking with confusion. She hesitated, wiping her damp cheeks as she stood. "Where... where are we going?" she asked, her voice thick with lingering emotion.
David's gaze held hers, calm and resolute, as though he'd already made up his mind for both of them. "Let's just go," he replied simply, like there was no need to explain.
Without another word, she nodded, surrendering. Something about David made her feel she could trust him, even if she didn't know where he was taken her. She followed him outside, her curiosity building with every step, until they reached his car—a car she was certain was designed by someone who never intended to impress anyone but did it effortlessly. The Bugatti La Voiture Noire glimmering under the streetlights like liquid metal, looking like a piece of sleek black glass, a damn work of art that also happened to be a powerhouse on wheels.
Even though she'd seen it before, she felt a fresh wave of awe wash over her. The car was like a beautiful dark beast waiting to be unleashed, the kind of machine people would stop and stare at for hours, envious and bewildered.
She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart pounding as her gaze ran over the car's impeccable body. David moved fluidly to the driver's seat, and the door shut behind him with a low, luxurious thud. Everything about that sound screamed quality. She stared, trying to muster the courage to climb in. The damn thing was both terrifying and beautiful, like something she knew she'd never touch in a million years if she weren't here with David.
David's eyes met hers through the windshield, an eyebrow raised in quiet challenge. "Are you really gonna stand there all day?"
She bit her lip, a rush of embarrassment creeping in. "No," she mumbled, though her feet felt frozen in place. It was stupid to be nervous about sitting in a car, but hell, this was no ordinary car. This was a machine. A statement. She could practically feel the money it cost pulsing in the air.
Seeing her hesitation, David sighed and pushed open his door. He strode around to her side with a calm, confident ease, He gave her a slight smirk, reached out, and opened her door. "Come on. It won't bite."
With a deep breath, she finally slid into the seat. The moment her body hit the buttery leather, she felt her worries evaporate, replaced by pure awe. The interior was a fantasy—black leather with perfectly stitched seams, sleek metallic accents, and a smell so damn rich and luxurious she thought it must have cost a fortune just to bottle that scent. David shut the door and slid back into the driver's seat, giving her a quick sideways glance.
Emily ran her fingers over the seat's surface, feeling every delicate texture, the craftsmanship that made her feel like she was sitting in something truly rare. The seat seemed to cradle her, almost like it had memorized her shape. She touched the door panel, admiring the meticulous stitching and the cool metal trim that caught the dim light, making everything gleam.
The dashboard stretched out before her like a command center from a sci-fic film, complete with a sleek digital display that pulsed with a faint blue light. The steering wheel was crafted from fine leather and polished metal,and when David wrapped his hands around it, it looked like he was holding something powerful, something alive.
A beautiful fusion of art and technology. Every inch of this car was designed to impress, and she was absolutely taken in by it. The dashboard looked like something out of a sci-fi movie—smooth, seamless, with digital displays and controls that glowed a subtle blue.
As David started the car, the quiet roar of the engine was the only sound breaking the silence, vibrating through her seat. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into it, almost like she was letting the car's energy take her over.
The sound was intoxicating, deep, and resonant, like a beast about to be unleashed. She could feel it in her chest, and here she was, sitting in it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
As they pulled onto the road, the city lights blurred past, but she didn't care about any of it. She didn't care where they were headed; she was too damn busy being floored by this car. It felt like stepping into another world, a world she had no business being a part of but couldn't resist getting lost in. Every detail kept her entranced, from the soft ambient lights that lined the interior to the precision of every button, every stitch.
The Bugatti's cabin was nearly silent as they drove, insulated from the noise of the outside world, allowing her to notice every little detail—the faint glow of the controls, the ambient lights that lined the dashboard in soft, sophisticated hues, the faint, luxurious smell of leather mixed with something else that felt uniquely... expensive. Even the seatbelt felt different, smoother, as if it had been crafted specifically to fit into this polished world.
As they glided through the streets, she barely registered where they were headed. The city lights were a blur, flitting past as David guided the Bugatti with ease. She felt as if she were floating, her senses lulled by the hum of the engine and the comfort of her seat. For those few minutes, she could forget everything—her heartache, her confusion, her worries—and simply exist within this bubble of perfection.
The center console caught her eye; it was minimalist yet elegantly designed, with a brushed metal finish and soft-touch controls. There were no unnecessary buttons, no clutter. Everything had its place. She noticed a small compartment near her right knee, seamlessly integrated into the console, where David had casually stashed a pair of sunglasses. The cup holders were lined with a subtle, soft fabric, and she realized they'd been placed at the perfect height and angle for the driver. It was details like these that made her feel she was in something far beyond just a car.
A quiet sigh escaped her as she traced her fingers along the edge of the leather seat. She barely noticed David watching her, his expression unreadable but with a slight curve of amusement at the corner of his lips. But she was too mesmerized to care. She'd forgotten he was even there, so lost in the world of this car.
It was only when the car started to slow down that she snapped out of her trance, finally lifting her gaze to the street outside. David had parked in front of an elegant building with tall, glass windows and a golden glow spilling out onto the sidewalk. The words "Velvet Room" were etched above the entrance in polished script, casting faint shadows in the light. It was a bar, but not just any bar. This place screamed exclusivity, the kind of place you couldn't just waltz into unless you were somebody important—or with someone who was.
She realized she'd been sitting there, mouth slightly open, taking in the building and the street around her. The atmosphere was quiet but charged, with the occasional hum of expensive cars driving by. This wasn't a place for regular people—it was the kind of place where deals were made over a glass of top-shelf whiskey, where conversations were held in hushed tones and knowing glances.
She sneaked a glance at David, who was sitting back in his seat, one hand resting lazily on the wheel, his gaze fixed on her with that same unreadable expression. If he was amused by her reaction, he didn't show it—just watched her, waiting for her to say something. But for the life of her, she didn't know what to say.
She opened her mouth to ask where they were, but the words wouldn't come out. Somehow, she felt too small, too out of place to even question him. Instead, she looked back at the Velvet Room, feeling the weight of its exclusivity pressing on her. This was the kind of place she'd never even considered setting foot in.
"Are you just gonna sit there?" he finally asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. There was a subtle challenge in his tone, as if he knew she felt out of place but wanted to see how she'd handle it.
Emily swallowed, her heart pounding. "Guess I'm just... taking it all in," she muttered, her fingers brushing over the seat one last time. She couldn't believe this was her life right now, sitting in a Bugatti, parked outside the fanciest bar she'd ever laid eyes on, with a guy who looked like he owned the world.
She hadn't planned for any of this, but now that she was here, she could feel a thrill stirring in her chest, pushing her to just go with it, let herself get swept up in the madness of it all.