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  Prince Will

  An Alpha Male Royals Romance (Book 1)

  Alison Hanley

  Price Will is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, business places, events and incidents, are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright 2020 by Alison Hanley

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  Contents

  Alana

  Will

  Alana

  Will

  Alana

  Will

  Alana

  Epilogue

  Alana

  “That eye over there is blaring two!”

  My head snaps in Nora’s direction. I scrunch my eyebrows together as I look at her with a ‘what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say?’ expression. I keep dancing to the loud techno music that’s playing in the nightclub even though she tries to lean into my ear once more.

  “I said: that guy over there is staring at you!” Nora plants her hand on my shoulder and I slowly fade to a stop.

  “What guy?” I shout.

  She nods with her head in the direction away from us at the other end of the dance floor where the booths and high tops are. I squint my eyes to try and focus through the dimly lit club and strobe lights, and I look through the sea of people on the floor with us, trying to find who it is she thinks is staring in my direction. I skim over the faces of the men who have got to be a mix of male models and body-builders all dressed in expensive designer suits. They sit against the booth with their blank stares and seriously stiff postures as if they’re on watch for something. I know for a fact none of them are the guy Nora was talking about. None of them are even looking at me.

  “I don’t see anyone!” I shout at her.

  “Not them. Them!”

  Nora nods her head slightly more to the right. I follow her head nod and see more massively built men in matching designer suits wearing the same blank expression. I almost look back at her with an annoyed eye-roll, but then I see him. The man staring right back at me.

  All the breath within my body vanishes.

  His eyes that look to be a shade of light hazel are intense. Just like the other men, his shoulders and arms are huge. They’re not as big as the other guys, but still big enough for me to gulp at. Damn, he’s incredibly sexy. His dark hair is styled to perfection with just a small loose strand falling to stop just above his eyebrow line. And unlike the other men, his face isn’t blank, it’s… smug? The left corner of his lips are curved in a slight smile and his right leg is propped up on his other thigh. Whoever he is, he looks powerful and composed. It’s intimidating, even from as far away as I am. I can’t take my eyes off of him until I’m jolted back to reality by Nora.

  “Go talk to him!” she says, shaking my shoulders profusely.

  “N-no! I can’t!”

  My eyes are still on him. He brings his glass of what looks like whiskey to his lips and sips from it while not breaking eye contact, his sly grin still on his lips. I’ll admit, it’s a little uncomfortable.

  In a good way.

  “Come on,” Nora says pushing me. I try to fight her strong shove.

  “Nora, cut it!” I shout.

  My saving grace, Chloe, appears out of nowhere, holding a full drink. Beads of sweat are starting to sport at the top of her blonde hairline, and she smiles greatly at us, waving her new drink in her hand. I look to Nora who’s already looking at me.

  “There you bitches are,” Chloe shouts. She walks up a little too close to us and I can smell the heavy alcohol on her breath.

  We really need to get off this dance floor.

  “Geez, Chloe. How many of those have you had?” I ask her.

  Chloe giggles and her uncontrollable eyes roll in her head from us to her drink. She looks down at the blue, mystical liquid and squishes her lips to one side. “I’m not sure,” she slurs before sticking the tiny black stirrer straw in her mouth. “But I’m loving night one in London so far!”

  I shoot my eyes back to Nora to give her the we-need-to-go-now look. Nora rolls her eyes and huffs. Leave it to Chloe to call our night early.

  “I’ll order the Uber,” Nora says.

  She starts to walk off the dance floor and I follow behind, tugging Chloe with me. I hear her ask me something faintly but I ignore her as I try to weave in and out of the massive crowd of people. It feels like I’ve been weaving for at least two minutes when I finally see the end of the hard surface and beginning of the carpet.

  All of a sudden, I feel the resistance of Chloe behind me. She starts to try and jerk her wrist out of my hand and I come to a halt to look back at her.

  “Let go of me!” She shouts, trying to yank away. “I want to dance!”

  “We need to go!” I shout back at her.

  Chloe’s bottom lip puffs out as if she’s pouting. I feel the annoyance starting to grow inside of me when her widening eyes change that.

  “Holy shit,” I see her mouth say.

  Her eyes are looking at something directly behind me.

  I twist on my heels to see what she’s looking at and I collide with a hard rock in the process. Strong hands wrap gently around my back until my vision comes into focus, and I see the man from earlier staring down at me. His eyes are even more intense when they’re inches away.

  I’m positive this is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

  “I’m sorry,” he shouts in a thick English accent. “I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

  I’ve never experienced a mind blackout until this very second. It’s like all of the billions of words and phrases I’ve been taught since birth don’t exist and I have absolutely no idea what to say back.

  “Uh, it’s f-it’s okay,” I stumble out.

  A sudden jolt into my side launches me forward. Chloe is now standing on wobbly legs and using me for support as one hand holds her drink and the free one slinks over my neck and shoulder.

  “Oh my God,” she says in a breath of slurred amazement. Her eyes are fixated on this god of a man. “You are beautiful.”

  My cheeks start to redden with embarrassment and I look anywhere but up at the pair of eyes I feel burning into me.

  “I think we need to go,” I say, trying to use this as an excuse to get out of his sight.

  The man shifts on his feet. “I can be of service,” he says.

  I give him a questioning look. “Thanks, but no thanks. I have no idea who you are.”

  “Well, allow me to show you.”

  My head cocks to the side at his boldness. For a second, I forget all about Chloe whose weight I’m now fully supporting as she leans more on me with every passing second. Behind this man, I see Nora approach, phone in hand. Her eyes find me and she freezes instantly as she notices who’s standing in front of me. A smirk spreads on her lips.

  “Sorry,” I tell the man, returning my attention back to him. “I need to take my friend home.”

  “I’ll take Chloe,” Nora says, interjecting herself. “Uber’s here anyways.”

  I shoot her daggers with my
eyes and she shoots them back to me. Nora starts to peel Chloe off of me and catches her in her arms.

  “My assistant can help carry her to the car and make sure you both get home safely,” the man says. I can’t control the laugh that comes up my throat.

  “You are bold,” I say. “An assistant? Is that your way of trying to impress us? It’s kind of creepy and alerting, if anything.”

  “My apologies. I was just trying to help. Nigel, over there,” the man points behind him to one of the men dressed in a tailored suit like the rest of the men, except, this man is the smallest of them all. Even compared to this guy in front of me, but he still has a cute, chiseled face.

  “I don’t need Nigel’s help,” I tell him.

  “We do,” Nora interjects again. “Which one is he?”

  The man smirks and turns around to the group of me. He makes a motion with his hand that grabs Nigel’s attention and he comes rushing to us on the floor.

  “Yes, your--”

  “These lovely ladies need a safe ride home,” the man says, pointing to Nora and Chloe who’s now slouched and fully out cold. Nigel looks to my friends and then to me before looking back at the man with questioning eyes. “Just do it,” he orders.

  “Yes, your-”

  “Thank you, Nigel.”

  The man’s voice is curt and short. From the look on Nigel’s face, this isn’t the first time this mysterious, creepy stranger has spoken to him this way. I almost feel bad for Nigel, being talked to like that and all. Nigel is a good sport about it and places a gentle hand on Nora’s back and extends outward with the other. He starts to lead my two friends away and the thought of us participating in an actual Taken movie situation pops into my head. My two friends could be the next Kim and Amanda. A sudden surge of panic explodes in my stomach.

  “Wait!” I shout.

  Nigel and Nora stop walking to turn back to me. Now all eyes in our group are on me and I’m having another brain freeze that I’m starting to turn red again. I feel a gentle hand touch my shoulder and I see the body it belongs to. I look up at the man and shimmy away from his arm. He turns back to Nigel and gives him a nod that sends them back on their venture out the door. Once the three of them are out of sight, he leans into me at my ear.

  “Let’s go somewhere where we can talk.”

  I pull away slightly and give this man a serious look. “In public.”

  He scoffs and sports a smirk and leads me behind him to a quieter place in the club. And by “quieter,” I mean someone not next to the DJ booth. We sit down at a circle corner booth and he lets me slide in first before sitting closely next to me. This is weird. This is too weird.

  “What’s your name?” I ask.

  “Will.”

  “Will what?”

  He hesitates with a smile, looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his. “Just Will.”

  I study him more, including his impeccable facial features. I follow the trace of his stubble line all the way from the top of his head to the ridge in his chiseled jaw. This man oozes superiority and sex in every possible way and I wonder why the hell he’s sitting next to me. I can only imagine what I look like right now; I can feel the stickiness of my sweat from dancing.

  “Okay then, just Will. I’m Alana.”

  “Alana,” he repeats. I’ve never heard my name sound so beautifully spoken. It sends millions of butterflies fluttering in my stomach and my lips part slightly at the impact. “That’s a beautiful name.”

  “Named after my mother.”

  “I’m assuming you’re an American?”

  I scoff at Will’s question. “What gave it away? The accent?”

  Will chuckles. “Yes, actually.”

  “And I’m guessing you’re British?”

  Will’s eyes sparkle with amusement and I find it absolutely beautiful. In our small time sitting together, I’m actually finding him more likable by the second.

  “Was it the accent?” he responds back.

  Both of us erupt in laughter at the little joke we seem to be exchanging. I forget for a moment all about how I’m sitting here, my first night in London with a stranger--a totally hot stranger at that--who has an assistant that escorted my drunk friends home. Honestly, none of this sounds real.

  Or safe.

  Will and I settle down our laughter and I watch his eyes carry their amused sparkle. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks. I’ve been asked that question before, but never in a British accent. I’m not sure the American boys back home will have such good luck after tonight.

  “No, thank you,” I say, even though I’d kill for a vodka tonic right about now.

  “What? Afraid I’m trying to drug you?”

  I shrug. “Yeah, if you want the honest truth.”

  Will snickers. “Please, I’m not an animal. Just a man who was caught by your beauty.”

  A very un-ladylike laugh crawls its way out of my throat.

  “Nice line. How often does it work?”

  “I don’t know. Tonight’s the first time I’m testing it out.”

  The smile on my lips fade as I stare into his eyes. I’ve never known what “honest eyes” ever looked like until tonight, and neither did I know what “eyes darkened with desire” looked like. I’m assuming I’m staring at the prime example of those overused romance novel expressions based on the way Will is studying my face and my lips. It forms a heat deep in my stomach and a tight ache between my legs. I have to clear my throat and push a strand of my chestnut brown hair behind my shoulder to try and focus on other thoughts.

  “I’d love to keep chatting with you,” Will says, leaning in closer to me once again. I get a whiff of his cologne and my, it smells expensive. “But I’m afraid I can barely understand what you’re saying. The music is far too loud.”

  I know exactly what he’s getting at and honestly, I wouldn’t mind leaving here with him, despite how dangerous this is. Something inside of me tells me to do it. I’m in London on a girl’s trip; those are supposed to be full of crazy stories, not trips of overthinking and worrying.

  A smile spreads slowly across my lips as I look at Will.

  “Take me somewhere, then.”

  How could I have ever been prepared for where I was about to go?

  Will

  Don’t let her find out. Don’t let her find out. Don’t let her find out.

  Alana’s soft hand fits perfectly into mine as we are escorted to the Cadi waiting on us out back. It took a little bit more effort than I was prepared for to get her to agree to come home with me, but all that matters is now I have her. My god, she is one beautiful woman. I couldn’t peel my eyes off of her when I saw her dancing in that tight red dress of hers. It hugs her curves perfectly.

  “Where are we going?” she asks timidly the farther we walk in the back of the club. We round the corner where the long white hallway is to the exit door and I steal a glance in her direction.

  “The Cadi.”

  “Outback?” Her eyebrows shoot up in question.

  The innocence on her face is adorable yet charming. I can’t help myself but softly cackling at it.

  “Yes.”

  “Why not the front?”

  Ah, an inevitable question I knew would come at some point when I suggested leaving outback. I can see the confliction on her face as she battles the choice to either scream for help or run. I can get where it’s coming from.

  I come to a complete halt and jerk her to a stop with my hands. I keep my eyes focused on hers and raise my arm to signal my men to keep going and give us some privacy. I wait until their footsteps are faint whispers in the hallway.

  “Alana,” I say. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  This doesn’t erase the fear in her eyes, so I keep going.

  “I own the club. That’s the reason why we’re going outback.”

  “Why should I believe you?”

  “Because if I had any intentions of hurting you, I would have done so by now.”


  Her lips part slightly at this honest revelation and I put my hand on the small of her back, feeling the dip in her bone to lead her towards the door.

  “Hold on,” she says, stopping once more. “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see--”

  “No, tell me right now. I am going to send a text to Nora to tell her where I am so if I show up missing tomorrow, she knows where to tell the police.”

  Alana starts to pull her phone out of her purse and tap away on the screen. I bite my bottom lip to suppress my laughter. If she only knew the hurt I planned on giving her was far from the hurt she was thinking of.

  “Why would I give you the address to the place I planned to kill you at? Who says I wouldn’t just give you a fake address?”

  Her face falls. Alana’s shock is replaced with a forced hardness and she folds her hands across her chest. It’s a motion that pushes up on her breasts and I glance down briefly to see how they’re pushed above the low neckline of her dress.

  It makes me weak in the knees.

  “Just trust me.”

  “That’s what Kim and Amanda did in Taken and look at what happened to them.”

  My eyebrows scrunch together and I study her face for a quiet few seconds. “Are you inserting a Liam Neeson reference?”

  “You’ve seen that movie?” She asks, her eyes widen in surprise. “They have that here in London?”

  If it wasn’t for her being so damn sexy, I’d find her to be a total airhead.

  “Yes, we have that over here and The Office. Our own version of it, too. Now, let’s get on with our evening, shall we?”

  My hand finds the small of her back once more and this time we’re able to make it out into the city’s nighttime and file into the back of the Cadi. I allow Alana to enter first before crawling in behind her. Her eyes search around the inside of the vehicle before she twists her body to look out the back car window.

  “Why is there a car in front of us and behind us?”

  “Bodyguards,” I simply tell her. She gives me a questioning look.