Find Me Alastar(29)

“I wish.” She throws her head back in disgust. “I have the stupid twenty-first birthday for my twat of a cousin. I have to stay the weekend with my parents. Ugh, I’m going to have the worst weekend ever.” She stands back with her hands on her hips and smiles proudly at Hank. “But we have the music festival next weekend, don’t forget.”

“Yes, we do,” Hank replies as he looks down at himself.

I raise my brows. “Where are you two off to?” I ask.

“A music festival. We bought tickets before we knew that we liked you.”

Vanessa’s honesty is endearing. “That’s okay. I have my first auction with work next Friday night. I couldn’t go, anyway.”



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The music pumps through the nightclub and I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard in one evening. Brielle is giving Hank the lowdown on pick up lines. We have been out to dinner and are now drinking cocktails at our new favorite hangout, Club Alto.

Brielle holds her hands up. “What about this one?” She points to a girl who is walking by on her way to the bathroom.

Hanks face falls. “What do I say again?” he asks in a panic.

“Hello!” we both yell.

He nods and sinks his cocktail. “Right.” He nods again as he psyches himself up. The girl approaches us and Hank stands tall, flashing her a lopsided smile with a nod.

She smiles and keeps walking past, and the fool doesn’t say a single word.

I burst out laughing and Brielle slaps him on the arm. “What are you doing?”

He takes her drink from her and downs it. “This is hard. Why don’t they talk to me? Why do I have to do every f*cking thing?” he asks in a fluster.

I look at my watch. It’s 11pm. Should I text him and say goodnight again? No, that makes me seem desperate.

Trust yourself.

The old lady’s words run through my brain. Yeah, f*ck it, she’s right. I’m just going to text him. What’s the worst that can happen? Before I can think, I hit send:

I’m thinking about you.

Goodnight, Alastar X



I hit send and wait as I stare at the screen. Come on, come on.

Shit.

No reply. My stomach drops. Damn, why did I do that? Ahh, why did I do that?

“Hello,” an Irish voice purrs over my shoulder.

I turn with a start and my face falls. It’s not him.

The man smiles a knowing smile. “Did you think I was someone else?”

Guilt fills me. Not every Irish man is him, you fool. “For a moment.” I smile.

He holds out his hand to shake mine. “My name is Thomas.” I smile. “Hello, Thomas.” We shake and I introduce him. “Thomas, these are my friends Brielle and Hank.”

“Hello.” He smiles as he shakes their hands.

My phone beeps.

Goodnight, Em.

X



I instantly read the message and a broad smile crosses my face.

“Are you having a good night?” Thomas asks.

“I am now.” I smile happily. He replied, he replied.

“I think you may know my brother.”

My eyes shoot up from my phone and I frown in question.

“Star?” he answers my unspoken question.

My face drops. “You’re his brother?”

He nods. “Aye.”

How does Thomas know who I am?

“Is he here?” I ask hopefully.

He shakes his head. “No. I was here with him the other night when you were.”

Thomas smiles broadly at Brielle, and as she does a jig on the spot, his eyes drop to her toes and back up again.

“Oh.” I smile, hoping he has been talking about me. There is only one way this guy would know who I am. Alastar was talking about me to him. I bite my bottom lip to hide my over the top smile.

Oh, this is fabulous news.

“This one?” Brielle yells. “This one!”

A dark haired girl walks past and Hank steps forward. “Hello,” Hank says nervously.

Brielle and I hold our breath as we wait for her reaction.

Thomas frowns in question at our shenanigans.

“Hello.” The girl smiles at Hank and they begin to talk.

Brielle leans over and in an I have had way too much to drink voice she slurs at Thomas. “We are trying to get our friend laid, you see.”

Thomas’s eyes light up. “Please.” He holds his hand out. “Feel free to work on me, too. I could handle two hot girls approaching other hot girls on my behalf.”

We all laugh.

“I bet you could.” Brielle smirks, pointing her cocktail glass at him. “Although, I don’t think you would need any help.”

Thomas gives Brielle a sexy smile and I drop my head to hide my smirk. He’s more classically good looking than his brother, but not half as gorgeous.

He has that same deep permeating voice of Alastar’s and that damn accent is an audible orgasm.

“Where is Alastar?” I ask.

He frowns. “How do you know his name?”

“He told me.”

He purses his lips as if thinking.

I frown. “Why?”

He shrugs and swigs his beer. “He doesn’t usually tell people his real name.”