Chapter 134 134. Sharpe Cave
Tabitha’s POV
Rhett takes the lead the moment we step away from the table, and everyone falls in line behind him like a migrating pack that already knows the route. No one questions it. They just follow him.
I keep my mouth shut although a part of me is already itching to ask a lot of questions.
I trail after them as we leave the ballroom and spill out into the Sharpe estate grounds. Evening air settles on my skin as more than two dozen of us move across the stretch of land.
Andrew slows until he is beside me. He looks equally confused.
“Do you have any idea where we’re going or what this cave thing is?” he asks, glancing ahead.
“Honestly, I don’t,” I say, shrugging. “I’m just going with the flow.”
We keep walking until a massive structure comes into view. It looks like a cabin at first glance, but that word feels wrong the longer I stare. The front is tinted glass framed by dark wood and steel lines that curve into a cave-like shape. It feels like contemporary design swallowed a mountain lodge and decided to keep the best parts.
“Holy shit,” I hear Andrew mumbles beside me.
Yeah, holy shit. Depending on who you ask, this could pass for a mansion! I can’t believe the Sharpes somehow own multiple mansion-sized buildings on the same land property.
Rhett stops and turns back to the crowd, pointing a lazy thumb over his shoulder.
“Welcome to my mancave. Let’s go,” he announces, sounding almost bored. Then, he faces the massive structure in front of. “Open up,” he barks at the huge mahogany door.
And just like that, the door slides open on its own.
What the…
Luca smirks when he notices my face. “It’s voice automated,” he whispers. “Pretty impressive, huh?”
I nod, still staring in awe because impressive does not even begin to cover it.
We step inside, and the space opens up around us in a way that steals my breath. The living area stretches wide with high ceilings enough to swallow sound. The interior looks like a combination of contemporary and industrial design with frame glass, steel, and varnished wood. But it still manages to look so cozy.
Rhett turns toward us again. “Feel at home, kids. Go crazy,” he says, then shrugs and drops onto a couch.
“Don’t mind if I do!” Reed grins and immediately heads towards the corner that appears to be a minibar.
The others scatter almost instantly. Some of them head for drinks with Reed while others head for couches or tables, and a few start claiming corners like they have done this a hundred times before. It feels natural to them. It does not feel natural to me—or for Andrew. Matter of fact, it seems like there are only a few of us who look utterly confused or surprised.
“Do you guys hang out here a lot?” I ask Luca as I watch Reed raid the bar.
“Back in high school, yeah,” Luca replies, smiling. “These days we only come here whenever Alpha Eliott hosts this event.”
I nod slowly. That explains how most of these people settle in so easily. Some of them have probably been here before. While me? I don’t even know that this place exists.
How can I, really? It’s not like I was part of their social circles when we were in high school. Rich families always have their hidden toys and someone like me five or seven years ago had no way of knowing it.
“Why don’t you guys have something like this at home?” I ask the brothers.
“Because our old man hates fun, that’s why,” Jace is the one who answers.
“That’s a bummer.” I shake my head.
“Hey, we have a cabin in the forest! That’s pretty cool too, you know?” Luca argues through the mindlink.
I grin. “I guess so…”
“You don’t sound so sure,” Evren tilts his head, cocking a brow.
I snicker. “No, it’s cool, alright. It’s just… it didn’t have as much entertainment and amenities as this mancave thing. I mean look at that pool table! Oh, and that giant TV! This place is something else.”
“Oh yeah? You looked pretty entertained the last time we were at the cabin though.” Jace’s teasing voice echoes in my mind as scenes from our steamy encounter in the cabin flashes in my mind.
I have no idea how he does it, but he pushes his memory straight into my head. I see myself from his point of view that night; naked and flushed while Luca effortlessly carries me in his arms as he fucks me from behind. My skin tingles at the memory.
“See? You looked pretty entertained to me,” he teases.
“Jace!” I hiss.
Jace snickers and sticks his tongue out at me. Luca and Evren chuckle along with him. Still blushing, I make a point of smacking all three of them, which they only laugh off.
I almost forget that Andrew is with us until I notice him drifting toward the cars on display.
“Damn, are those Bugatti Chiron and a fucking Huayra?” he blurts out, staring like he might drool.
Rhett’s head snaps up from the couch. His posture changes at once and his eyes light up.
“They sure are,” he answers, sounding pleased that someone is interested in his big toys. “Good eye.”
“No way,” Andrew breathes. “And the other two…”
“A McLaren P1 and a Porsche 918,” Rhett cuts in, already getting to his feet.
He strolls over with hands in his pockets. I watch the lazy expression on his face shift into mild interest as he starts circling the cars with Andrew, pointing things out like a kid showing off trading cards.
“Is that Chiron stock?” Andrew asks, leaning closer to observe the car lift. “Or did you slap a tune on it?”
Rhett shrugs, smirking. “Completely stock. She’s already a handful.”
Andrew laughs. “A handful? Dude, that’s like saying a rocket’s a little pushy.”
“The torque doesn’t lie. Hit it wrong and your eyeballs might not survive.”
“And the P1?” Andrew motions to the next car. “Does it haul like the Chiron or is it more…cornery?”
Rhett’s lips twitch. “Oh, that one I actually play with. Hybrid torque hits right when you come out of a corner. Feels like it wants to tear itself off the asphalt.”
“No way,” Andrew says, eyes wide. “So it’s instant pull, zero lag?”
I watch them go back and forth, words flying that barely sound like English. Torque curves, downforce, track setups—basically things that I barely understand.
“That yours too?” Andrew asks, pointing at the three motorcycles also on display. “Wait, the black and purple one—isn’t that the one you used during the tropical thunder circuit?”
“Hell yeah. That’s the one.”
“Damn! It looks even cooler than I remember,” Andrew notes.