I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
How utterly exquisite the vehicle in front of him was. There was no denying that he desired it, the exclusivity of it made it all the more valuable to the Were-King, even if it was hardly that which truly called to him. Oh no, the shape of it was akin to the Lamborghini's that Tetradore so adored and yet, with the engine of a Bugatti and the color such a sharp contrast to his signature Noir...it was difficult for Aiden not to purchase the car outright. The vibrancy of the Alpha's gaze turned towards his girlfriend, so uncharacteristically seeking her thoughts upon the vehicle. Truly, a part of him was looking for some reason not to spend the ridiculous amount of money the car would undeniably be. He hardly needed it...nor did his bank account need the hit either. Aiden watched in silence as she seemed to consider her words, only to insist it was impossible not to love. His head bobbed in agreement, his emerald eyes turned back towards the stark white car in front of him, even as Mira moved to find her place at his side. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the feminine voice beside him that inquired if the car was fast enough. The query alone caused his gaze to turn slowly towards her - the look on his face surely one of remarkable disbelief, even in spite of that small simper of amusement that curled the corners of his lips. The salesman, however, seemed altogether eager to jump upon that sales pitch.
Those specifications were all too quick to fall from the salesman's lips - those numbers surely just meant to sound enticing to most of the affluent playboys that walked into the showroom and truly, they were impressive. Aiden, however, could hardly help himself from comparing the vehicle in front of him to the rest of his fleet, discerning easily where in the ranking this car would fall. Slowly, the Were-King rose to his feet as Mira crossed her arms across her chest, her face hardly betraying her actual thoughts on the vehicle or that well-rehearsed sales pitch. Her voice was almost...soft as she agreed the vehicle was nothing short of spectacular, his girlfriend's statement prompted a soft sound from the back of Aiden's throat as he continued to attempt, and fail, to talk himself out of this purchase. Though Tetradore could near feel the eagerness of the man beside him, the Alpha was hardly one to be moved by pressure, nor was he terribly inclined to provide the fellow with far more of his attention then he truly desired to. Mira, on the other hand, seemed keen to make the man work for his commission, her inquiry to hear the car was, perhaps, as ridiculous as her query on weather or not it was fast enough and yet...the salesman was all too happy to please her.
Aiden's gaze, however, deviated back towards his girlfriend with a raised brow. How out of hand this could so easily get, though the salesman was all too quick to jump at the prospect of showing them both the interior of the car. He was quick to leave them in an effort to fetch the vehicle's keys - that momentary solitude prompted a soft tease from Aiden's lips as he eyed the Hispanic woman beside him. How pleased she seemed with herself and what gains she had accomplished. "I don't think he was going to deny us seeing the inside." Aiden answered her feminine giggle with a rather blunt assurance. The idea that the salesman was 'hardballing' them in anyway, at least presently, was laughable. That offer to view the interior was going to come sooner or later - Aiden had bought enough cars to know at least that. Mira's shoulder nudged him playfully as she insisted that, perhaps, she might get the chance to sit in the car before him. A soft snort left Tetradore's nose, the pair both well aware of how unlikely that was. Silently, he shook his head before his gaze fluttered towards the salesman who once again approached them with keys in hand. He watched as the man unlocked the car, reaching into the vehicle only to pop the hood for their viewing pleasure. The engine was nothing short of magnificent in all of it's pristine glory. It was beautiful, every bit of it.
That inquiry on if he wanted to see inside the vehicle was met with blunt assurance that he very much did want to see the interior. He was led towards the drivers side door, only to be met with the eager suggestion to take a seat. How easily the Alpha slid into the leather bucket seat, his gaze fluttered over the dashboard, only for his hands to settle upon the steering wheel. How oblivious he was, in that moment, to his girlfriend's movements as she stepped back to snatch a picture, his whole attention instead was focused upon every minute detail of the interior. Aiden glanced upwards at the salesman at his side, finally inquiring after the price of the vehicle. The number alone drew a small frown upon the corner of his features, one he was well aware the salesman could see and yet...how hesitant he was to leave the dealership empty handed when this was the last unclaimed vehicle of its kind. Carefully, Aiden extracted himself from the seat, handing the coveted spot over to his girlfriend as he maneuvered towards the front of the vehicle, pulling out his phone in the process. Tetradore paid distinctly little attention to Mira and her antics as she slid into the driver's seat, his own attention focused on asking his father for the money, as hesitant as he was to do so. He had only just begun to reconsider bothering the Frenchman when his phone lit up with a simple question - one that he suspected would not cause his father to flinch as much as it had him. In front of him, the engine of the sports car turned over, the vehicle roaring to life with a near deafening sound, though Tetradore hardly paid it any heed.
The rev of the engine was mere background noise as the Were-King stared at his father's response, a small simper spread across his features. Maybe being a little shameless...sometimes...wasn't so terrible. He approached the white vehicle just in time for the salesman to slide out of the passenger seat and gesture him over. The Alpha leaned down to peek at his girlfriend in the car, only for Mira to gesture towards the seat beside her. A soft sigh left his lips before Aiden slid into the seat beside her. How...happy she seemed as she laughed unashamedly, the woman relishing in the sound of the roaring engine under her foot. Tetradore could hardly help that roll of his eyes as she claimed this was her victory and yet, for the moment, he complied, closing the door while ensuring the window was down to talk to the salesman - that purchase far more important to Tetradore then Mira's fantasy. "Do you accept a bank transfer?" He inquired as Mira revved the engine again. The very inquiry seemed to further the grin upon the salesman's features. "Yes sir we do, soon as we're done we can go over to my desk and get the paperwork started."
For a few moments longer, Tetradore allowed his girlfriend to play around with the rather expensive car before dragging her from the driver's seat and over towards the salesman's desk. It took at least an hour before the paperwork was all sorted through and the payment was confirmed but, with a promise of having the license plate ready in several days, the couple finally left the dealership with one very happy salesman in their wake and an equally delighted Alpha. His gaze turned towards the watch upon his wrist, however, as the pair settled back into the comfort of the Lamborghini - the heaters once again filling the car with blessed warmth. "I think it's about time to meet the shipbuilders in the harbor now...are you ready to see our new home, Mira?" He inquired, a grin fluttering across his features. It was rare when Tetradore was in this good of a mood - though so too was it rare when he spent nine million dollars of someone else's money on a car he desired. It was only once she answered the affirmative that Tetradore guided the bright blue sports car from the dealership's parking lot, those speed limits almost entirely ignored as the car cruised along with traffic back down towards the seaside.
Though Tetradore was looking forward to returning to Sacrosanct with a new home for the pack, there was a hint of anxiety that fluttered within his chest. After all, he had yet to see the work done to craft the super yacht to his unique specifications - seeing plans and renderings was so much different than being within the space. The Lamborghini began to slow as the car turned into the more...industrial side of town. The ships that lined the majority of the harbor were all too familiar to the Were-King - reefer ships and container ships dotted the skyline, a Royal Carribean cruise ship was positioned on the far end, her bright colors visible even from the car that smoothly rolled along the pathways of the harbor. The emerald of his eyes followed that water line, a small frown tugged at the corner of his features as they passed the cruise ship, only for Tetradore to point towards there right. "Look Mira, there she is." And how perfect she looked! The boat was unlike anything else upon the harbor - from it's striking slate grey siding to the beautiful wooden accents and mirrored nose. The letter 'A' was painted in a lovely cursive upon the center of the glass several floors up. Slowly, the Laborghini came to a halt in front of the vehicle, drawing the attention of several men in posh business suits in front of it to glance upwards towards them.
The Alpha pushed open the driver side door, his gaze trained upon the boat alongside of them as he stepped out of the Lamborghini. His very presence seemed to prompt the attention of the men not far from them.
"Aiden!" One spoke as the group began to approach them, his hand was held out towards the Alpha. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! What do you think?"
The vibrancy of Tetradore's gaze turned towards him as he fit his hand firmly in the boat designer's own. "It looks...perfect." He admitted, a small grin settled upon his features.
"Just wait, let me show you both around." The man commented, near beaming as he glanced between Tetradore and Mira, only to gesture them towards the gangplank as he led them up into the yacht.