A few hours later (Kyle's POV)

1 hours later Kyle's POV

Thank goodness, I thought that I'll be stuck there forever. I made a fast pace towards my car and away from the gym. I was just finishing up a shift at the local gym and worked overtime. I made a waves towards my co workers and put on a fake smile until I get to my car door. I inserted my key and unlocked my door to my crapping 1990's pickup truck. I start my car and made my way home. As I drive down the busy street, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Roman. Not wanting to drive and text I pull over to the side of the road and texted him back.

“Dude, get your ass over here! I’ve got a surprise for you at my house party!” I scroll down to find an address, this isn't Roman's house so I assume that this a random house party being thrown that Roman stuck into. It is spring break after all.

A smile spreads across my face at the thought of another one of Roman’s "parties" from high school. I quickly type out a reply, letting him know I’m on my way.

As I put my phone back in my pocket, I make a sharp turn towards Roman’s house. The tires of my car screech as I take the turn and head towards my new destination

As I drive towards the direction of the house I can feel the excitement building up inside me following the directions on my phone’s GPS. The app shows me the quickest route, as I make my way towards the party.

I now find myself driving across the quiet streets of the a rich neighborhood in the hills. Pretty fancy, how the hell did he get in to a place like this? This is properly going to be a huge party with lots of cute chicks. My heart races with nervous excitement. It’s been a while since I last talked to Roman and the thought of a surprise invitation from him has me intrigued and a bit apprehensive. The last time I heard from him was senior year of high school. If I remember correctly he and this other guy were on the football team, and invited him one time to smoke some weed behind the bleachers, from time to time. I wasn’t good friends with him after high school, we all sort of drifted away a few years into adult life, despite staying close to town. He would commit to some social media posts from time to time. In reality I haven’t seen him in years in person. As I pulled up on the side of the street I looked in awe. This neighborhood was beautiful. This part of town is definitely more on the richer side.

“No way, this can’t be the fucking house, could it” I say to myself as I park my car. I look around to notice that there isn't a lot of car parked out in front. Maybe it's a small party, I got out of my car and take a deep breath before approaching the door, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

As I walk up to what I can assume was the right house Roman’s gave me, I am immediately struck by its grandeur and opulence. The house is a sprawling mansion, standing tall and proud in the middle of the street. Its exterior is made of a beautiful beige stone, which shimmers in the sunlight, and gives the house an almost ethereal quality. The front door is a massive wooden structure, with intricate carvings and a polished brass knocker in the shape of a lion’s head. I lift the knocker and let it fall heavily against the door, the sound echoing through the quiet street. The entrance hall is spacious and bright, with high ceilings and marble floors. There are beautiful oil paintings hanging on the walls, and a grand staircase leading up to the second floor. The air is filled with the aroma of fresh flowers, and I can see beautiful bouquets of roses and lilies arranged in vases on tables and sideboards. There is a lack of cars or even people here other than a parked beat up ford explorer, that is from what I can assume to be Roman's car parked out in the driveway. It is the only car besides mine that's isn't a luxury car in this whole neighborhood. Did I missed the party? Was I too late?

I tentatively knocked, but to my surprise, the door is unlocked. So I push it open and step inside immediately noticing the inner beauty of the house. The living room is a sight to behold, with plush sofas and armchairs arranged around a grand fireplace. The room is bathed in natural light, thanks to the large windows that overlook the perfectly manicured gardens outside. The walls are adorned with beautiful paintings and works of art, and there are ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The dining room is equally impressive, with a long wooden table surrounded by high-backed chairs. The table is set with beautiful china and silverware, and the room is filled with the aroma of freshly cooked food. Where was all the people?

I made a turn towards another area of the massive house when I hear noise coming from a distant room, as I made my way there with every step I see a piece of clothing laying across the floor. Both male and female clothing displayed out in a way that lead me in a trail. Straight like something from a cartoon or a horror movie. The thought of walking in on a wild party or even worse, something explicit, crosses my mind. As I stepped in closer, I could hear the sound of sexy moans coming from the living room greeting me. It sounds like someone left a porno on.

"YES, YES, YEAH, FUCK THIS BITCH LIKE A DRITY WHORE!!" a women's voice moans out.

"AHHHH, YOU ARE A FREAK, MAN, YOU MOVE THOSE HIPS LIKE A PRO" I heard a male voice that sounded much like Roman.

I quickly realized that I might have stumbled upon something I wasn’t prepared for mentally.