Chapter 4
The night was alive with intrigue as Sophia and Bella exited the extravagant party hall. Their hushed conversation hinted at the evening's thrilling events. Sophia, with a hint of disbelief, spoke of Bastian, a man she couldn't fathom being friends with Macro, whom she considered a gentleman. Bella, always ready with a witty retort, playfully teased Sophia about her bathroom rendezvous with Bastian, suggesting that being locked away with him was a "whizzy lizzy story."
Sophia rolled her eyes, feeling her friend's teasing expression on her like a weight.
"You haven't even seen his face and you're already drooling over him. What if he's an alien? His attitude is otherworldly."
Bella, undeterred, countered,
"Come on, 'gibbles gabby.' Admit it, he looked hot even with the mask on. His eyes said something else; they're sexy, though not sexier than my Macro's. And he's filthy rich; he owns the place, for crying out loud!"
"No wonder he was talking too highly of himself. His arrogance was insufferable," Sophia mused.
"You gotta be kidding me..Now, back to business, tell me what happened." Bella said.
With a twinkle in her eye, Sophia recounted the story, which made Bella's eyes widen with disbelief. "Are you telling me that you actually saw his d**k..." Bella's excitement was palpable. "OMG, girlfriend, you should be proud, you should be celebrating right now. We should toast to this!"
Sophia's irritation showed. "Why would I be happy for seeing some random... thing? It's not my first time seeing one. Pff."
Bella chuckled and leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, "Oh, 'giggles gabby,' this is bad because you don't get it. He's the son of Dominic Knight, the richest man in Mexico.Macro told me about it. Every girl would literally die to see what's under his pants. And you, my friend, are one of the very few who've had that privilege."
Sophia's voice was firm. "I don't care whether he's rich or not. Having money doesn't give him the right to disrespect women. He's an asshole. I don't care. If you were so obsessed with him, I wonder why you didn't act all 'guchi guchi' with him earlier."
Bella shrugged, "Come on, I didn't want to ruin your chances, and you know Macro was there. I wouldn't trade him for anyone... well, maybe just a little for Bastian."
As their conversation flowed, a voice suddenly disrupted them – it was Bastian, with Macro close behind. "Leaving so soon?"
In a moment of quick thinking, Bella jumped in, saying,
"Sophia and I were just saying how wonderful your party is, and meeting Bastian was one of the best things to ever happen."
Sophia, bewildered by Bella's impromptu praise, stuttered, "Bella, what... no... what..."
"And she said she'd like to see your face. How about we all take off our masks," Bella cut her short.
"Really? Did you say that?" Bastian teased, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Do you really want to see my face, baby girl?"
Sophia stammered, "No, I..."
Bella, not one to back down, chimed in.
"Yes she did!"
"You don't need to be shy. Just say the magical words. I won't bite, and you might not want to look away."
Sophia was getting increasingly annoyed. "Please, give me a break. Me seeing your face or not seeing it doesn't make a difference because your attitude already describes who you really are."
Bastian, undeterred by Sophia's retorts, taunted her further, "Really? I'm shocked. You're already complimenting me. But I want to see what's behind that mask and its toxic nature. So, let's make a deal: we'll all remove our masks. Some of us might just find what we're looking for."
Sophia thought to herself, "What an idiot." But aloud, she said, "It's not a bad idea coming from someone like you."
Bella, growing impatient, interrupted, "Guys, when you're done with your chit-chat, can we just get on with it? I'm getting bored."
Macro set the example by removing his mask, and Bella followed suit. Sophia and Bastian hesitated for a moment before doing the same. When their eyes finally met, a sense of disbelief washed over Sophia. This couldn't be real.
Wtf... unbelievable!!
"SEBASTIAN!"
"SOPHIA!"
In that electrifying moment, the party had taken a sudden, unexpected turn, unveiling a connection that neither Sophia nor Bastian could have anticipated. Guess what that connection is...
Chapter 5 will be out tomorrow...see what's gonna happen. Please vote .thank you
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The man in charge
Romance"Who's your master?" he breathes, gazing at the enchanting figure in his bed. Her lips part, a sultry smile playing on them as she whispers, "You, my lord," her voice dripping with temptation. HE'S IN CHARGE!! Of her body,of her dreams and her soul...
