She was just focused on the woman performing on the stage as she slowly rocked back and forth. Sophia's voice, which was unexpectedly melodious, could be heard softly singing the lyrics. He boldly placed his hand on the arc of her waist to grab her attention as he had planned. Her eyes originally widened as she swung around in shock at the too-close contact since she clearly thought she would see someone else. She tipped her head back gently to look up at his face because of her short stature and her sight was level with his massive chest. She glanced at him in surprise as the first tightness in her body subsided, her features softening with evident understanding. Surprisingly, he too experienced the uncomfortable desire.
He grinned knowingly charmingly, trying to convince her that he was a good guy even though his intentions weren't entirely honest. "I'm sorry to startle you," he said. "But I figured you would want to dance." He pointed to the other couples congregating on the adjacent dance floor. The request brought a smile to her wide blue eyes, and the guileless smile that curved her gorgeous lips sent his thoughts down a very immoral path full of excessive passion.
She nodded in a far more subdued manner than any lady he had ever met. She responded with a breathless "Yes, I'd love to dance with you," and even that enthusiastic answer caused his treacherous dick to quiver.
She instinctively put her soft, thin fingers on his palm as he reached out his hand, trusting him when she should have had the opposite attitude. He took her outside to the allocated spot in front of the stage and embraced her. He wasn't as shy as she thought when she tentatively put one of her hands on his shoulder. Instead, he laid a hand across her lower back and brought her up close to his body, all too aware of how small and frail she was in compared to his much bigger, more powerful physique. He wasn't much of a dancer, but he was nevertheless able to move to the slow song the artist was singing.
He asked, absentmindedly running his thumb up the back of the hand he was holding in his free one, "What is your name?"
She was unaware that he was asking a pointless question because he already knew everything about her. "Sophia."
He furrowed his brow. "Sophy in a nutshell?"
"No." She shrugged her shoulders and timidly licked her bottom lip. "Actually, some people shorten my name to Phi."
Another jovial smile emerged from him, but it was far too strange to be on his lips. "Sophy is much more appropriate, given how stunning you are."
No lie was told. Sophia had beautiful features, and her skin had the texture of fine porcelain. He wanted to touch and caress her. Just before she ducked her head, he noticed the slight blush dotting her cheeks. "I'm grateful,"
He was relieved by her modest response in contrast to the sly women he usually dated because it was obvious that she wasn't used to receiving compliments from men. "Are you enjoying the party," he casually inquired.
Her face glowed with joy as her head popped back up. "I've only recently come, but yes, I'm really loving it. My first time attending, and it exceeded my expectations in every way. I enjoy the whole fairy-tale aspect since I'm a little romantic. He momentarily lost track of the fact that he was dancing with his enemy's daughter as he listened to her ramble on and saw her enthusiastic expression. He ought to have nothing but contempt for this woman just because of her straight heritage, but the startling reality shocked him. In his sights was Sophia Eugene. He was drawn to her soft pink lips and was curious to taste how sweet she tasted by sticking his tongue all the way into her mouth. The creamy swells of her breasts enticed him to bend his head and kiss and bite that soft, plump flesh, and ideas of having her nude and spread out on his enormous bed, moaning his name as he drove deep within her tight body, were quickly invading his mind. What in the world was wrong with him? He clinched his teeth in an effort to protect himself from her seduction.
Nevertheless, she was gazing up at him with those large blue eyes, like if she had already fallen in love with him. Fuck. The bitter, cynical hatred he held for one man in particular—her father, whom he had every intention of destroying—was stronger than all her enticing purity.
He knew that yearning in Sophia's eyes would definitely fast turn to anger once she learned who Alexander really was and what he would do to split her family apart.
As he sat there, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he hadn't kidnapped her but exploited their love. He knew that these thoughts were dangerous, that they could cloud his judgment and make him lose sight of his goal. He knew that he had to stay focused, that he had to remember why he had taken Sophia in the first place.
With a deep sigh, Alexander stood up from his desk and walked over to the window. He looked out at the city below and took a deep breath.
He went back and sat in his office, staring at the phone in front of him. He knew he had to make a call, but he was hesitant. He knew the decision he was about to make might affect his plans greatly. But he couldn't help it, he was attracted to her and he wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.
He picked up the phone and dialed one of his boys. "Hello, I need you to change Sophia's room and move her to the best room in the safe house," he commanded, his voice firm and confident.
"Yes, sir," the boy responded, "I'll get right on it. But may I ask why the sudden change of room sir?"
Alexander hesitated for a moment before answering "I just want her to be comfortable, I will not have her living in a room that's not befitting of her."
"Yes, sir. I'll make sure it's done immediately."
Alexander hung up the phone, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He knew that Sophia would be more comfortable in a nicer room and a part of him wanted to do everything in his power to make her happy.
Next, he called his personal assistant. "I need you to go shopping for some female clothes for Sophia," he said, "I want to make sure she has everything she needs. Get her some comfortable clothes, some casual wear, and some formal wear. And make sure you get her the right sizes."
"Of course, sir," the assistant responded, "I'll get right on it. I'll make sure to get a variety of clothes, shoes and accessories so she can mix and match as she pleases."
Alexander leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of contentment. He knew that Sophia would be more comfortable with new clothes and he couldn't wait to see her in them. He couldn't deny his growing attraction towards her and he wanted to make her as comfortable as he could. He knew deep down it was wrong to keep her hostage but he couldn't help it, he wanted her close to him.
He knew he had to keep his feelings in check and remember the reason why he kidnapped Sophia in the first place. He couldn't help but wonder if she would ever forgive him for what he had done. He had to make sure she was comfortable and well taken care of, and he had to do everything in his power to make her see that he was not the monster she thought he was.