Find Me Alastar(103)

Locked. Surprise. But why is it always locked? My mind goes back to that dreadful day when I made a fool of myself. Alastar locked it before he left as if he didn’t want me to see inside. What does he keep in there that is so damn private? I put my ear up to the door to see if I can hear anything, I pull back and smile. What are you going to hear down there, idiot?

I walk back into the kitchen and make myself a coffee and start my chopping duties. I feel him before I see him. Large loving hands slink around my waist from behind and his lips fall on my neck.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers against my face.

I smile broadly. “Good morning, Twinkle.”

“What’s cooking?” he mumbles.

I turn and face him. That accent is so f*cking hot. “Spanish Omelet.”

He winks. “A personal favourite.”

I kiss him gently on the lips. “Mine, too.” I turn back to the coffee machine. “How do you like your coffee?” I ask. I need to learn this shit. I don’t even know how he takes his coffee.

His mischievous eyes hold mine. “Black and strong.”

“Oh.” I turn back to the coffee machine. I’ve never made a strong black coffee before. Wonder how you do that? I stand for a moment and read all of the buttons. I feel Alastar’s arms go around me again from behind. “Do you know how to make that?” He smirks.

“Of course I do.” Shit, I have no f*cking idea.

“Here.” He comes around and takes over. “This one here.” He points to a button. “Push it twice, and then when it comes down just add a little cold water.” He moves to the tap and puts a little cold water into his cup. “Or else you will burn my lips.”

I smirk as I watch him take a sip of his foul tasting coffee. How does he drink it like that? This poor bastard has no idea what he is getting himself into here. I can’t even make f*cking black coffee. He takes a seat at the counter and I serve up our breakfast.

“Thank you.” He smiles as I pass it over.

I smile proudly. I can’t cook for shit, but I know I make a mean breakfast. I sit next to him at the bench and take a large mouthful.

He notices a key on the bench and he slides it over to me. “I got you a key cut yesterday.”

I frown around my full mouth. “Why?” I continue to chew.

“Well, you need a key to your own house.”

I swallow my food whole. “Twinkle.” I hesitate, I don’t want this to come out the wrong way and sound ungrateful. “I can’t move in here permanently.”

He puts his knife and fork down with a clang. “Why not?’

I shake my head. God, this man is all or nothing. “Because it’s a damn hex on our relationship, me moving in with you when we don’t even know each other properly yet.”

He frowns, horrified. “We know each other.”

“Alastar...” I sigh.

He smiles sexily and cups my face in his hand. “I don’t want to be away from you for a moment.” He lips gently dust over mine. Who am I kidding? I don’t want to be anywhere else, either. I pull back from his kiss.

“I will stay with you for a little while to see how it goes. A couple of weeks, maybe.” His eyes hold mine.

“And I would like to pay rent, please.”

He frowns. “No.”

“Alastar.”

“I’m not accepting rent from you. I want you to live here as my girlfriend, not a f*cking tenant.”

“Ali.”

“Stop f*cking Ali-ing me,” he snaps.

God, I turn back to my breakfast. Frigging hell, talk about overreacting.

“You will be living here as my girlfriend. You will not be paying anything and I will not have it any other way. Discussion over.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. The bossy bastard is peeking his head back in. “Don’t tell me the discussion is over, Alastar. I’m not your daughter.”

He pushes his food into his mouth from his fork. “I know that. So don’t make me discipline you.”

I smirk around my fork. “Stop talking now. That big mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”

“You stop talking.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes. This conversation is going nowhere. I’m not going to win and he is not backing down. I will change the subject. “So, we are going to your parents this weekend still?”

His face instantly softens. “Yes.”

I smile. “Fun,” I whisper nervously.

“It’s going to be cold. You will need to buy some warmer clothes.” He stands and goes to his wallet and retrieves a card. “I got this for you yesterday.” He slides it across the bench to me and I frown.

It’s a credit card with the name Emerson Mathews on it. Huh?

“What the hell?” I frown as my eyes meet his. “You don’t need to buy me things.”

“I know, baby. I want to.”

This is getting out of hand. “Alastar.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses my face.

“I have money. Please… let me,” he pleads.

My eyes hold his and I slide the card back to him.

“I don’t need nice things, Twinkle. I’m not materialistic.” I sigh.

He kisses me gently on the lips. “I know you are not, and believe me, it’s such an endearing quality of yours. But I need you to have nice things. I want to spoil you. I don’t want you to want for anything.”