Find Me Alastar(71)

I watch them move from hair and makeup over to wardrobe, where they just strip off without any concern, and get dressed in front of everyone out in the open. I’m seeing breasts and behinds. Nothing to hide, no body shame, and nobody seems to be paying any attention except me. Obviously, everyone is accustomed to this environment. I feel a twinge of envy. I was mortified that Alastar wanted to watch me shower even though we have sex together. He sees beautiful women naked every day and he doesn’t bat an eyelid. What must have he of thought at my childlike embarrassment?

Star smiles appreciatively as they go to him, and kisses them all on the cheek. “Gorgeous.” He smiles as he looks them up and down and they pirouette in front of him like puppets.

My stomach drops. I know he is just doing his job, and I know this is what you want to hear from your photographer. Hell, if the photographer doesn’t think you are beautiful than what chance do you have of getting good pictures from the photo shoot? As the night goes on I watch him in full form. There’s music on, people jumping at his requests, and I become a little more dejected yet even more impressed. Ten of the world’s most beautiful women are all smiling and being witty with their assistants clambering around them. He’s directing them on what position he wants them to change into next, how he wants them to move, to stand, to feel. He’s telling them constantly how beautiful the shot is, what emotion he wants to see on their faces, constantly going back and checking the shots where the girls all stand around him as he shows them the digital screen. They laugh at everything and anything that comes out of his mouth.

As the final shot is taken, sometime around midnight, the girls all lay on the hay in only their underpants, which have been strategically covered in hay by their numerous assistants. Their beautiful breasts are on show and only covered by each other’s hands. I come to some realizations about my beautiful Twinkle Star: He is amazing at his job.

He is an amazing man, and now I know for certain why he wants to end what is happening between us at the end of the week.

I don’t belong in his glamorous world.





Chapter 14





I wake to Alastar gently kissing my shoulder. I smile to myself a little sleepily. We are naked and warm in his bed, his body nestled close to mine.

“Good morning, my beautiful Em.”

I reach back to rest my hand on his cheek before I turn my head to kiss him. “Good morning, Twinkle. He smiles against my lips. “Are you tired?”

I close my sleepy eyes. “Yes.”

He kisses my shoulder once more. “Stay home with me today. We can spend the day in bed.” He rests his face tenderly against mine.

That does sound really good. By the time we got home last night, it was after 3am. “Hmm.”

My eyes won’t open.

“We could go shopping or I could take you to the art gallery.” He tries harder to talk me into playing hooky from work, his lips trailing down the back of my neck.

I stay silent, my brain too tired to function, as I enjoy his lips on my skin.

He sits up and rolls me onto my back, pulling the blanket back so that he can look at my body.

Something about watching him working last night has me feeling all empowered. This is a man who mixes with beautiful women every day. They all adore him, and yet last night, when the shoot was over, his eyes came straight to me sitting in the corner on the director chair. It was me who he wanted to talk to. As soon as that last shot was taken he’d come straight over, kissed me, and handed me a glass of champagne. He then proceeded to lead me around by the hand and introduce me to everyone individually, his eyes happily lingering on my face as if he was proud that I was there with him. I know everyone was taken aback when he introduced me as his girlfriend. Hell, even I was. The thing is, I may only have him for a short time, but I really did feel like I mattered to him last night. It was as if this short time with me meant something to him, too. He is right, though. No matter what happens between us in the future, I will look back on this time with fondness. His eyes roam down my naked body and then back up to my face. “Thank you for coming with me last night.”

I put my hands behind my head. “I loved seeing you work.”

His eyes hold mine.

“You are very talented. I’m very impressed by what you do.”

He gifts me with a bashful smirk.

“I’m very proud of what you have achieved for yourself, Alastar.”

“You’re proud of me?” He frowns.

I smile and nod as I pull him down to my lips. I don’t know what possessed me to say that, but I can feel it meant a lot to him. It’s true, I do feel proud of what he has achieved. That’s no mean feat to do what he does with such ease.

He drops his head to my breast and we lie still for a moment, my fingers running idly through his messy curls as I start to doze again. His lips occasionally kiss my chest and I can tell he is deep in thought. Although I have no idea what about.

“I have to get up.” I sigh.

He looks up suddenly. “I thought you were staying home with me?”

“No. I have to have a job to pay my rent. You are about to flit off around the world and I am still going to need an income when you’re gone.”

He nods, understanding yet dejected.

“Can we go to the art gallery at the weekend?” I ask.

“Only if you want to. I forget not everyone loves art as much as I do.”