Behind the mask of luxury

As Sophia stepped out of her door, she was struck by the sleek, black Lamborghini parked outside. The moment she walked towards the car, her eyes locked onto Alex, resplendent in his tailored black suit. He looked every inch the epitome of sexy and handsome, his full glory on display. His hair was perfectly combed, with a few strategically placed strands framing his forehead, while his eyebrows seemed to be brushed to perfection. 

But it was his eyes that truly caught her attention, sharp, with a glint of golden radiance that seemed almost otherworldly. There was something different about him, yet utterly charming and dazzling. Sophia stood there, stunned and unmoving, her gaze transfixed by his beauty.

ALEX

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But Alex gaze shifted as he heard the door open, and his eyes landed on a stunning, beautiful, and elegant woman emerging from the doorway. Sophia was dressed in a silver-white, short, tight gown with a subtle cut on the lap area, adorned with the obsidian color jewelry he had gifted her. The silver radiance of the cloth complemented the jewelry perfectly, and Alex eyes widened in astonishment, his gaze frozen on her beauty. Memories from a long time ago began to resurface, and for a moment, he was lost in the past.

The driver, noticing Alex disturbed expression, smiled happily and kindly to himself, thinking, It seems she's the one we have been waiting for. But Alex's face quickly transformed into a cold, sharp mask, his voice taking on a chilly tone. Quit staring and come inside, he said to Sophia, his words abrupt and commanding.

Sophia, hearing Alex voice, snapped out of her thoughts and quickly apologized, I am sorry, Mr Alex. She entered the car and said, Mm, Mr Alex, Alex cut her off, his voice cold and detached, I thought I cleared that you should leave the formalities. Call me Alex. I don't want to remind you again. Sophia corrected herself hastily, Oh, sorry Alex. She paused for a moment before asking, So, where are we going?, 

Don't worry, you will know when we get there, Alex said, turning to her with a smile. Sophia's eyes met his, and she felt her heart skip a beat. The smile was devastatingly charming, and Sophia couldn't help but blush profusely, her cheeks burning with a

The driver navigated the Lamborghini to a stop in front of a majestic seven star hotel. He turned off the engine, stepped out, and opened the door for Alex and Sophia to step out . 

As Sophia step from the car, she gazed up at the hotel's grand facade, her eyes widening in awe. She recognized the establishment as one of the most expensive hotels in the world, affectionately referred to as the Phoenix Spark Hotel. Though officially a seven star hotel, it was rumored to be an eight star gem, renowned for its unparalleled luxury and opulence.

As they entered the hotel, Sophia's eyes adjusted to the lavish interior. A magnificent ballroom had been meticulously set up for a high-society event, exuding an air of refinement and sophistication. The chandeliers suspended from the ceiling cast a mesmerizing sparkle, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow reminiscent of a starry moonlit sky. 

Round tables, adorned with elegant red and gold decorations, dotted the room, symbolizing wealth, prosperity, luxury, and good fortune. The atmosphere was one of understated grandeur, where the rich and wealthy gathered to see and be seen.

POV~~ Sophia 

As I stepped into the grand ballroom, the masquerade ball unfolded before me like a tapestry of opulence. The crystal chandeliers and exquisite paintings on the walls were merely a prelude to the true display of wealth and luxury that lay before me. 

The guests, each a vision of elegance and refinement, wore attire and jewelry that shimmered and sparkled with a value that rivaled the GDP of small nations. The women's jewelry, a dazzling array of earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings, cast a collective glow that outshone the light in the room, as if the very stars had descended upon the gathering.

It was clear that this was no ordinary assembly, but a conclave of the world's most influential, rich, and powerful individuals. And, as was fitting for a masquerade ball, each guest wore a mask that concealed part or all of their face, adding an air of mystery to the already enigmatic identities of the attendees. 

In this sea of masked faces, one could only guess at the identity of the person with whom they were conversing, unless, of course, they chose to reveal themselves. The anonymity lent an air of intrigue to the evening, as if the masks had unleashed a collective sense of liberation and abandon.

Sophia's gaze darted from one wonder to the next, her mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the extravagance on display. "Oh my God," she whispered to herself, her eyes shining with wonder.

As she gazed around the room, Sophia's thoughts turned to the obsidian jewelry piece Alex had gifted her. She had initially suspected it was a fake, but now that she knew it was an original, she realized that its value must be astronomical. Wait, I thought that obsidian piece was fake, she thought to herself, but since it's original, it should cost more than a million dollars, right?

As she pondered the value of the jewelry, Sophia's fingers instinctively rose to touch the necklace on her neck. Her eyes locked onto the sparkling gemstones, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. This should be worth more than twenty-five million dollars, she thought, her mind reeling with the implications.

She blushed and she started realizing something in her heart. Wait, she didn't know what got into her and she started having this feeling. Am I... am I in love with him? she thought to herself, blushing. No, it can't be. It can't be. It's impossible. It's just a feeling of appreciation or admiration I felt for him, okay? she thought to herself.

May I have this dance?, Alex's deep, husky, sexy, masculine voice snapped her out of her thoughts, sending shivers running down her spine. Before she could react, Alex had already taken her hand and guided her towards the dance floor, where a few other couples were dancing.

He took one of her hands and smoothly placed it on his lower back, holding the other one in his hand. Then, he slipped his hand behind her and pulled her close to him, leaving no gap between their bodies. Sophia's brain stopped functioning at this moment, all she could do was follow his lead, her heart beating too loudly. But strangely, she didn't even feel scared; she just went along with him so smoothly.

She thought, He's just too good at this. The way he's touching me, the way he's leading me, the timing of his every movement all perfectly in time with the music.

But now that she was still so close to him, Sophia finally saw his face in a very close view. His nose, his lips, his jawline, and every contour of his face was just perfect. His bronze-brown skin was too good to be true; it was as if a god had personally carved him. She didn't know how to describe it.

Then Alex asked, Will you tell me, what are your thoughts?" Sophia quickly regained herself and said, I dud not expect you to bring me to... to this place. It's so overwhelming. This is my first time attending a party like this, so I feel a little bit overwhelmed, she confessed, hiding the lie of her thinking about her boss.

And before Alex could even utter another word, Sophia beat him to it and asked, Alex, what is your true nature? What are you? Your identity... you move with me differently from every other person. What exactly are you? Who exactly are you? She asked, her eyes gazing directly into his, as if wanting to discern the truth.

Alex's expression turned confused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he seemed taken aback by her sudden inquiry.