Chapter 22. The Massage

Kyle drove into a garage that had opened automatically for then and parked. Aaron zipped up and got out of the car. He counted seven luxury cars and two powerful-looking motorbikes.

“Do you need all this?” Aaron breathed, still checking out the cars.

“No, I don’t,” Kyle chuckled. “I like them.”

“Spoilt brat,” Aaron muttered.

Kyle laughed and coiled an arm around Aaron’s neck. “What’s your favourite car?” Kyle asked as he walked Aaron towards the elevator.

Aaron shrugged. “I’m not really into cars.”

“Aw come on, there must be a car that you like,” Kyle persisted.

“Nope,” Aaron laughed. 

“Alright, give me the name of any car you think is nice. Think about all the cars you’ve seen. Which one do you feel is…cool?” Kyle asked craftily as the elevator started its ascent.

Aaron couldn’t control his laughter. “What am I? Three years?” He laughed even harder when Kyle dissolved into laughter at his question. “Alright let me think.”