Prince Albert (A Step-Brother Romance #4)

I’d recognize his voice anywhere.

I stand up and turn around slowly, my heart beating wildly in my chest. “Albie.”

He’s standing there, holding a pink box. A few feet behind him are Alex, Noah, and Max. The bodyguards stand there nonchalantly, but Alex looks like a kid on Christmas morning, her hands clasped together.

Albie steps closer to me and hands me the box.

The box. The one he sent me the first time. I shake it gently, listening to the rattle of the objects inside.

That fucker brought the box of sex toys with him to this restaurant, and just handed it to me in front of everyone.

“Flowers just seemed so boring,” he says. “And you left this behind.”

“You’re such a shit,” I whisper. “I’m not opening this.”

My hands are trembling.

“I hope not,” he says. “That would make headlines.”

“So you came all the way from Protrovia to return this?” I ask.

“I drove all the way from Protrovia because I have something to say,” he says. “Right here. In front of everyone.”

“So do I,” I blurt out, summoning every bit of confidence I have to ignore the stares of everyone around us. I can see people taking out cameras, but I don’t care. “I really fucked up by leaving, Albie. I – I want you. I don’t care about any of the rest of it. That’s all I know, and I –“

“Belle,” Albie interrupts. “I’ve been with a lot of women.”

“A lot,” Noah says from behind him, and Alex punches him on the arm.

“Shut up, Noah,” Albie says. He clears his throat, looking me in the eyes, and everything goes still and quiet. Suddenly, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the world. It’s Albie and I, and I’m not scared anymore. I’m the calmest I’ve been in a long time. “I might have been with other women in the past, but I’ve never been in love. I never wanted to be in love. And then you ran into me in Vegas.”

“You ran into me,” I say softly. I’m standing here suddenly grinning like an idiot, unable to get this stupid smile off my face.

“Drunken disheveled Cinderella,” he says.

“Prince Not-So-Charming.”

“This is where I’m supposed to say something really poetic and meaningful,” he says.

I raise my eyebrows. “Meaningful and poetic doesn’t suit you,” I say.

“I’m not very poetic,” he says. He leans in close to me, his mouth near my ear. “But I have a big cock. Hopefully that makes up for it.”

I laugh, even as a shiver runs up my spine at his words. “I’ll have to let you know.”

“Does that mean you’re going to face all of the public bullshit and consequences with me?” he asks.

I take a deep breath. “I think it does.”

“Good,” he says. “Because I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather face a public scandal with than you.”

“That's…uh…sweet.”

He leans in close to me and puts his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his. “I love you, you know,” he says. “And I’m going to love the hell out of you as long as you’ll let me.”

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” I say, with a laugh. I hear a whoop behind us, but everyone fades into a blur as Albie brings his lips down hard on mine. He kisses me like it’s been forever since he last touched me, even though it’s only been days, and I feel myself melting against him.

Like he’s where I belong.

Because that’s the truth. I belong with him.

When he pulls away, he grabs one side of the box as it starts to fall. “Don’t lose that, luv,” he says. “Wouldn’t want the press getting that photo.”

“I can’t believe I’m in love with someone who brings this as a grand gesture,” I say, my hand firmly on the lid of the box.

“And you thought princes were classy,” he says.

“I was misled by the fairy tales.”

“Are we going to stand here all night watching the two of you talk?” Alex shouts.

So Albie kisses me again, his arm wrapping around my lower back and pulling me tightly against him as I try to balance the box in one hand, nearly failing. I push him away, laughing.

“Are you scared?” Albie whispers. “Everyone is watching us, you know.”

“Terrified,” I say, as he grabs my hand.

That’s only partly true. I’m terrified and excited and content, all at the same time.

“That’s that prince,” I hear a woman call through the crowd. “And his stepsister!”

His hand on mine, he turns with me to face the restaurant. “I apologize for interrupting everyone’s dinner,” he says, squeezing my hand. “But I hope that picking up your dinner tabs will make up for the inconvenience.”