Find Me Alastar(100)

“I know.”

“What did he say when she said that?”

She shakes her head. “This was the clincher. Get this. He said, this is my children’s nanny, Brielle. He was embarrassed that he brought me.”

“Fuck off.”

“I swear.”

“Oh, crap. What an idiot.”

“I know. I asked him to take me home as soon as dessert was served.”

I take a sip of my Coke. This is a disaster date if ever I heard of one. “What happened when you got home?”

“He apologized and I told him not to bother asking me out again. I’m just the children’s nanny and it will stay that way from now on. He should go back to the party and enjoy himself with his stuffy friends.”

“Shit.” I frown. “Did he?”

She nods. “Yep, the * waited half an hour for me to fall asleep and then I heard the car drive off. And he obviously hooked up because he didn’t come home until he picked the kids up in the morning.”

I grab her hand in sympathy and she smiles a stupid smile. “God, men are such f*cktards.”

I shake my head in disgust. “It’s true. They really are.”

I hesitate for a few moments. I don’t know how to say this.

“So Alastar turned up at the club on Saturday night.”

She looks at me blankly. “And?”

I bite my sandwich trying to think of the perfect wording. “And I may have gone home with him and spent the weekend at his house.” I fake a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. This guy is so annoying. Why doesn’t he make up his damn mind?”

I shrug as I sip my Coke. “I just really like him, Brell, and unfortunately, I can’t turn it off.” She shakes her head and lies back to look at the sky until I join her, our heads touching as we stare at the clouds, both lost in our own thoughts.

I shake my head. “The sex is something else, and the way he makes me feel about my body, and his body…” I hesitate for a moment as I think. “You know, I thought I knew what an orgasm was before I arrived in London.”

She looks over at me and frowns.

“Alastar gives me orgasms so strong that my body lurches off the bed, or bench, floor, wherever we are.”

Brielle looks at me. “Maybe I should give Thomas a run around the block.”

I smirk as I look over at her. “I would if I was you. If Twinkle is anything to go by, I imagine Thomas is genetically blessed, too.

We both stay silent and stare at the sky. “Oh, and he asked me to move in with him,” I add.

“What!” she shrieks as she sits up violently.

“Relax. I told him no. I’m not that stupid.”

She lies back down and shakes her head. “I’m not going home without you Em. Remember… this is just a holiday romance.”

“I know.” I smile, but somewhere in a place deep down inside my stomach, I know it’s not.

Alastar O’Shea is the one. I would bet my life on it.



* * *



I walk down the street and crane my neck over the crowd to try and see if Alastar is waiting at our designated corner. It’s 5.15pm and I have been counting the hours down until I see him again. Is he here? I can’t see him. I start to panic and then out of nowhere he turns the corner, coming into my vision. A huge smile crosses his face when he sees me and it’s all I can do not to run and jump into his arms. Wearing a long coat, with his hair messy and blowing in the wind, he looks just like a man from a movie.

Am I serious? It’s been nine hours since I saw him last and it has been the longest nine hours of my life. I can’t help myself—I rush to him when I see him. He warmly envelopes me with his arms. We stay still in the embrace and he lifts my chin and kisses me gently.

“How was my girl’s day?” he whispers.

I beam. “Fine, thank you. How was my man’s day?”

He smiles broadly and I know he likes being called my man. He kisses me quickly. “It was dull without you.”

He turns me and we walk down the street arm in arm.

I am giddy… Giddy for this man. He could take me on a date to Hell and I would be so damn happy as long as I was with him.

“We shall just go to yours, grab some things, and then I will make us dinner back at our house.”

I smile. “Okay.” I kiss him again as we walk and we nearly run into a man coming in the opposite direction.

“Get a room.” He growls.

I smirk. “Twinkle, stop it. You make me kiss you in the strangest places.”



* * *



I stand back as Alastar opens the door to my room. He takes control of all things. I don’t even have to think when he’s around. We walk in and he flicks the light on. I look around at the sparse space. It seems so empty compared to his opulent home.

“Show me your drawings,” he says as if he’s been waiting to see them.

Oh no. “They are not very good,” I tell him. Although, that’s not really true. I know they are a lot better than anything I have ever done before. I walk over to the cupboard and hand him my large art pad. He flicks over the first page. It’s a picture of countryside with a stable drawn in lead pencil.

“This is?” he asks.