The Secret Alpha Boss

Chapter 3

After a few hours of gossiping and chatting, we decide it is getting too hot for us to be at the beach, directly exposed to the sunlight. So, we go back to the store to pick up some alcohol to get the party started a little earlier in our hotel room. I look around, trying to find something that I would enjoy drinking but would get me drunk at the same time. I am not a huge fan of alcohol. I hate the taste of it, and I don’t usually drink it. This may come as a surprise to some since I am a college student after all. I decide to pick up some Mango flavored vodka and some lemonade to mix it with. I do not get to go out with my old friends that often so tonight I want to party! As I am looking for the ice, I get a strange sensation in my chest. It flutters and skips a beat every now and again. I have never felt something like this before. I would be concerned about it, but it strangely feels kind of nice. It feels like that feeling you get when you finally come home after a long and hard day at work. It feels reassuring and relaxing all at once. How strange. I look around to see if anyone has noticed that I am behaving strange, but it looks like there is nobody around me. Despite this, I can’t help but feel like somebody is watching me. It feels like someone is hiding somewhere, watching my every move. All these feelings are making me uncomfortable and I begin to get creeped out. So, I leave the ice and go back to my friends as quickly as possible. I really hope that I am not coming down with the flu or something. Changes in the heartbeat are often early signs of sicknesses.

“Where were you?” asks Emma. I shrug. “I was trying to find some ice, but I couldn’t find it,” I lie. I look around to see if anyone else is in the store with us. It appears to be empty. I shake the strange feeling off and push it to the back of my mind. I must be going crazy. I am probably getting heat stroke or something, from being out in the sun for too long. We check out our items and pack them up in our bags. Holly has to carry one of her bottles because it wouldn’t fit in her bag, but the shopkeeper provides us with one of those plain and ugly brown paper bags to cover the alcohol. We all chatter excitedly as we begin to make our way back to the hotel to get changed and start getting ready for our night out. We are walking down the busy streets, admiring the view and listening to the seagulls in the sky. I once again feel the strange sensation in my chest as we get closer to the hotel room. I look around as I get the sense of being watched again. I begin to worry that maybe I have a stalker of some sort and my gut feeling is trying to let me know. Nobody is around us except for some parked, empty cars.

Suddenly a group of three men step in front of us, cutting us off from the path. I jump back in shock as I was not expecting them to appear. Hannah lets out a soft squeal while Holly hides behind her, using her body as a shield between herself and the strangers. “Oh, sorry about that. We did not mean to scare you,” says one of the men. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is very tanned and very muscular. All three men are very tall and extremely intimidating. The girls and I exchange confused looks. “We were just passing by and we saw you were carrying a bottle of alcohol,” says the second man. This one has blonde hair and blue eyes. Just like the first man he is tanned and muscular. It must be a common trend around here to have those traits. “We know a very good nightclub in the area and were wondering if you wanted to meet us there? We know the owner so we can organize a VIP room,” says the first guy. Maeve almost jumps in joy. This is what she loves most. Hot men and nightclubs. I can also tell that Emma seems intrigued. She is a huge fan of alcohol, and VIP rooms usually consist complementary drinks. “So, what do you say?” he asks. “We’d love to!” squeals Maeve. I can see her giving the third man the flirty eyes. This man, similarly, to the first one, has dark hair and dark eyes. He is the shortest of them all but still towers above us. Emma nods her head in agreement. I frown. Am I the only one who has not completely lost their mind?

“We do not even know you. How do we know that you will not just kidnap us or drug us at the party?” I question. The girls chuckle uncomfortably. The men all seem to be very surprised by my response. “Well, you don’t know us at all, but we aren’t like that. We just work for the owner and have to attract attractive females to the club to make it busier and more appealing to other,” explains the blonde guy. I roll my eyes. “I’m sorry. We would love to, but you guys are strangers to us. We can’t simply drop our guards down and follow some tall men to a club,” I explain. The girls seem to be a little disappointed by my response, but they all understand where I am coming from. The three men exchange looks before looking behind us. I turn around to see what they are looking at and notice a silver car parked down the road. The windows are tinted to stop outsiders from looking in. Something about that car feels strange to me. The sensation in my chest is stronger when I look at it. When the three men realize me checking the car out, they seem to panic a little. “That’s okay. We won’t force you into anything. If you do not want to come that is fine by me. But if you change your mind and want something fun to do, call me,” says the brunette and he hands me over his business card. I look at the card to inspect it. It doesn’t seem to have much information on it other than his name and his phone number. “Mark,” I say his name and put the card in my pocket. “Thanks for that,” I say and smile. I do not mean to be rude. I am just cautious of different scams that may be going around to try lure innocent women into something they might regret later. I have always been the reasonable one in my friend group. They all nod at me and wish us all a good night. “We might come across you tonight, who knows,” flirts Maeve as they begin to walk away. I chuckle and we make our way back to our hotel rooms. I glance at the silver car one last time before it is out of sight.

When we arrive at our hotel rooms, we all go our separate ways to take showers and wash out all the sand from our bodies and our hair. I shower first while Maeve goes through my clothes, trying to pick me out an outfit. I love hot showers. There is nothing more relaxing than a hot shower after a long day of walking and travelling. I listen to my favorite songs as I wash and condition my long hair. I sing along to the music when I hear a knock on the door. “Come on girl, we don’t have all night. We need to start drinking soon!” calls Maeve. I laugh and shut off the water. I dry my body and apply some lotion. It makes me feel soft and smooth. I wrap a towel around my body and leave the steamy bathroom. The cooler air in the room makes me shiver. “What did you pick out?” I ask. I look over at the bed which has a bright red, bodycon dress laid out. The dress does not belong to me and I have never seen it before. It seems very short and looks like it leaves very little to the imagination. I raise my eyebrow and give Maeve a confused look. “Do you like it?” she asks. I chuckle nervously. “It’s not something I’d wear,” I admit. This makes her laugh. “I know, silly. That is why I bought it for you. This would look incredible with hour hourglass figure. It will accentuate your curves and make you look like a s*x bomb!” she shouts. I blush.

“Please wear it. You never know who you will meet tonight. For all you know, the Prince of England or something is here today, and he might want to marry you and make you a princess. But if you don’t stand out, he won’t even notice you and your only chance of becoming a princess will disappear,” she suggests and wiggles her eyebrows at me. I burst into a laughing fit. “First of all, what would the Prince of England be doing all the way over here? Secondly, I would definitely not want to be wearing that dress when meeting a real Prince!” I exclaim and laugh again. “Please, please, please, please, please,” she begs and jumps up and down with her palms pressed together. “I already showed it to the girls, and they all loved it so much,” she explains. I think about it for a moment. What is the worst thing that could happen? It is only a dress at the end of the day, and I should be able to wear whatever I want without feeling judged. It is 2020 after all and women should be able to do as they please. I roll my eyes. “Fine. I will wear the dress. But only this one time,” I announce making Maeve jump around and punch the air above her head excitedly. “You will look incredible in it! I promise!” she assures me. It is her turn to shower, so I start drying my hair while she does so.

When my hair is dry, I carefully curl it. My hair is naturally straight, so I usually give it a little curl to boost the volume on special occasions. For makeup I decide to do a natural, bronze eye look with a bold, red lipstick. The red will go perfectly with my dress and it will help tie the outfit together. I get into the dress and put on a pair of black heels. I spray a little Dior perfume on myself which I got as a Christmas gift from my mother last year. I only use it on special occasions because it was quite expensive. When I have everything on, I check myself out in the full-length mirror provided to us in the hotel room. To be honest, I am quite surprised with how well everything works out. I am amazed at how good I look. I feel very confident and can’t stop checking myself out. Maeve comes out of the bathroom wearing a black dress that reaches half-way down her thighs. It complements her red hair perfectly. “You look hot,” I compliment. She gasps. “Are you kidding me?!” she exclaims. “You look like a model!” she compliments. I blush. “Ah, stop. You’re such a flirt,” I joke. “Do a spin,” she says, and I obey her command, doing a small dance in the process. “Tay, men will be queuing up just to take a look at you,” she jokes and winks at me. I feel great. I have not felt this confident in a very long time. It appears that tonight will be a great night. Nothing can ruin this for me. Or so I think.