My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate novel Chapter 20

After what seems like a decade, but was actually just a few hours, the car we're finally stops. I hadn't even realised we had stopped or else I would've gotten right out. It was dark, I couldn't see outside because of the tinted windows but I heard crickets noisily chirping and in a distance nocturnal animals scurried about. My eyes were closed and I felt Spencer shaking me violently. I got up and rubbed my eyes as if I had just woken up. "What?" I said and yawned. Spencer's face was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes and she was up really close to my face. I sat up in the backseat as Spencer spoke. "We should go inside, it's really late." She said and opened the car door. I followed her, closing my car door behind me and stared up at the house. "Omg", I gaped and Spencer laughs. Unconsciously I climb the steps leading up to the house where we pass a huge, no ginormous water fountain. I ask Spencer, who is laughing at my expense, what Liam does for a living. "Bill Gates is his sugar daddy." She said nonchalantly in a duh tone. I burst out laughing holding my belly, I felt like I couldn't breathe. After my momentary outburst I get up off the floor where my feet had crumbled up, wheezing. "I'm joking", Spencer laughs. "He sells cocaine." I laugh again but not as hard like the first time. Spencer turns serious and states, " Liam owns a few businesses, here and there, hotels, restaurants, banks. And I wasn't joking when I said he sells crack." I knew she was joking at that last part. By now we had made it to the top of the steps and Spencer opened the door. We stepped inside and I couldn't help but marvel at how elegant and immaculate the interior of the house, no the mansion, was: a glistening glass chandelier hung in the ceiling shining over the entire room, I saw a few paintings hung up on all the walls creating a beautiful picture, flowers and decor, and a few random furniture that looked really expensive. Liam's house gave Kylie Jenner a run for her money. A man in a tuxedo came up to us. His jet black hair was gelled back, and he had a moustache that looked quite funny to me. I fought the urge to pull it as he spoke to us in a delicate French accent. While he spoke to Spencer, I gazed around trying to entertain myself. Soon after Spencer nudged me, a sign that she was finished talking to the man with the French accent. "That's our butler, Leonardo." She said pointing to him as he scurried off to what I guess was the kitchen. "We should go upstairs", Spencer continued. I wandered to the stairs but Spencer stopped me. "I don't think you would want to climb five (5) flights of stairs. Let's take the elevator." I stood beside Spencer inside the elevator and I could literally hear my own heart supposedly pumping out of my chest a little louder than than normal. Let's just say Final destination has blessed me with an unlimited amount if paranoia. "Are you okay?" Spencer asks sounding like she's withholding a laugh. It's not that I've never been in an elevator before, it's just that my fear of dying in an elevator is extremely high at the moment. "You're going to be okay", Spencer tries to calm me down because my chest is heaving up and down like a balloon letting out air. I close my eyes and after what seems like forever I hear the beep of the elevator and run out as soon as the door opens although I almost slipped and broke my back against the mahogany wood floor. Spencer finally starts laughing but stops as soon as I give her a death glare. "I am never going back into an elevator", I swear, "even if it's 10 flights. At least I'll lose some calories and look as hot as Meghan Fox." Spencer laughs again and I trail behind her as she lead me towards a golden brown door. There seems to be talking coming from inside, as if alot of people are in there but Spencer doesn't seem to mind as she turns the door knob, opening the door. A few unfamiliar faces peer out at us but the weird thing is that they all appear to be waiting for us. My bestfriend and I.