Capítulo 6: CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER 6
Lorenzo's POV
The tension from today's events still clung on to me. I knew I needed air, not the regular rooftop air. I decided to head to one of the exclusive masked clubs—a place where anonymity was guaranteed and the rules of the outside world didn't apply.
Dressed for the occasion, I wore a dark, well-tailored shirt and black pants to pair with it. The materials were sleek, soft, and fit me perfectly. I picked black leather sandals to go with my outfit. I slipped on a simple yet elegant mask, its design understated but effective in concealing my identity.
Walking into my garage, I needed to use a simple car so I wouldn't get noticed. The sleek, black Toyota vehicle was a masterpiece of engineering and design, its curves and lines exuding power and sophistication. I slid into the driver's seat, the leather interior cool and inviting. The engine roared to life with a deep, satisfying growl as I navigated the winding driveway that led from my mansion perched on the mountaintop down to the city below.
The bass from the speakers reverberated through the room, syncing with my heartbeat. The casting of vibrant hues of blue, red, and purple light filled the room. As I made my way to the bar, scents of expensive perfumes and a faint tang of sweetness filled the air, a testament to the energy of the crowded room.
"Rough night?" The masked bartender asked, and he passed a glass of whiskey to me.
"You can say that," I said, taking a sip. The burn felt like a welcome distraction from the day's event.
"First time here?" He asked
"No, but it has been a while," I replied, taking another sip.
"Well, you have come to the right place. Enjoy your night." He said moving to the next customer.
As I turned to scan the room, my gaze fell on this stunning figure standing near the dance floor. Her mask was a delicate lace that barely concealed her facial features. Her short, stunning dress clung to her curves.
She made her way towards me; her confidence and poise were impossible to ignore.
"Can I get a drink?" She said as she sat close to me.
"Sure, ma'am, what would you like?" the bartender asked.
"I don't know, but something strong," she said.
"Okay," he replied, taking out the vodka to prepare her drink.
"Here ma. A glass of gin martini, the king of cocktails," he said, handing it over to her.
"Thank you." She took it.
I felt an inexplicable pull towards her. A desire to know more about the woman behind the mask.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked
Her smile faltered for a moment before she shook her head. "Sure, you can."
"So what's your name?"
"Ella"
"Is this your first time here?" I asked.
"No, it's not." She replied.
We chatted and laughed for a while; lost in the moment, we ordered more drinks. I could feel my worries reduce.
She got drunk during the process, and I enjoyed watching her act all cute while drunk.
I was enchanted to hear her laugh and joke and felt the urge to remain there. It was a night of dancing, laughter, and overindulging in what the night made available.
"Let's dance," I said, pulling her up from the chair.
She nodded, "Okay."
I could feel her heart pound faster.
With my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to myself, we danced as our hips swayed together, the distance between us dissolved, and the tension in the room grew.
"Let's get out of here," I whispered, my voice tingling her ears.
She slightly nodded imperceptibly. "Okay"
I grabbed her hands as we walked through the crowded room.
Outside, the cool night air welcomed us from the sweltering club.
When we departed from the club, I realized perhaps my fantasies would be fulfilled. "Where to? She asked.
She had the most gorgeous smile when she laughed uncontrollably, and I replied, "A hotel?"
"Okay," she said.
I managed to smile, and then I made sure she got into the car safely before driving.
As I began my drive, city lights streamed across, and the only sound was that of the engine, which was uncomplicated to the night. I looked at her, who was seated in the front and apparently bobbing her head around a little as the car moved. She was already in hysteria, her speech a disjointed and drunken mess.
I removed my mask immediately after we left the club premises.
"You... you look like a movie star," she said, and her gaze was barely able to focus on my face.
That just made me smile. "All you have to do now is relax," I stated, making sure my voice was relaxed and free from tension.
She had to be comfortable, and I made it my business to see that she was. The sound of her laughter rang inside the car and was both touching and somewhat sad at the same time.
My hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, the veins on my hands standing out as I navigated the streets. I could feel her eyes on me, and I wondered what she was thinking. She seemed fascinated by the simplest things, like the way I turned the wheel or the sound of my voice.
Her gaze was on me, and I questioned what was on her mind and what her fantasies were.
"You're... really good at this," she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy. I chuckled, a deep sound that seemed to make her relax even more.
"Thanks," I said, glancing at her briefly before focusing back on the road. "Just trust me, okay?"
Soon she removed her mask and her face, radiating elegance and sophistication. Her features were finely chiseled, with high cheekbones, a slender nose, and full lips that curled into a subtle smile.
Her eyes, like sapphires shining in the night, sparkled with warmth and intelligence. They seemed to hold a thousand secrets, yet invited you to explore their depths.
Her skin, like porcelain, glowed with a soft, ethereal light. A subtle flush on her cheeks hinted at her passion and vitality.
As she let her hair fall loose, rich, dark locks cascaded down her back, framing her face. The soft waves seemed to dance in the light, accentuating her striking features.
With the mask gone, her true beauty shone. Her face was a masterpiece, a work of art crafted by the divine.
I was lost looking at her.
"Yeah," she said, opening her eyes as she eased back into the seat. I looked at her to ascertain; sure enough, she was relaxing. I felt her tense fingers unclench, and a protective feeling commenced in my heart.
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