Find Me Alastar(90)

I shake my head in disgust. “Well, if that’s how you treat someone you have...” I hold my fingers up to accentuate my next words, “feelings for, I hope that nobody ever has feelings for me again.”

“Calm down on the bitchy for two minutes and talk to me,” he fires back.

My anger hits its peak.

“Fuck you! I have every right to be a bitch and I do not have to listen to a selfish prick like you talk shit.”

“Yes, you do! And we are having dinner tonight to discuss this.” He yells infuriated that he isn’t getting his way.

“No, we are not. We have nothing to discuss.” I turn and storm to my apartment.

“Calm down. I am coming back later!” he calls after me. “I will pick you up for dinner at six.”

“Go f*ck yourself. I wont be here.” I scream as I enter my building and slam the door behind me. I take the stairs two at a time, and with every stair I climb, I feel a little of my mojo return.

God, that was cathartic. I feel ten feet tall. He bloody deserved that. Who does he think he is?

Screw him.

I walk into my apartment with renewed vigor and barge straight into Hank’s room to see that he is still asleep. I lie next to him on top of the blankets.

“What are you doing?” He groans with his back to me, still half asleep. “Go. Away.”

“I just told Alastar to go f*ck himself.” I smile in the semi-dark room. For some reason I feel like a major weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

Maybe I just needed closure?

With his eyes still closed and his hair all over his face, Hank holds up his hand. I smile broadly and high five it.

I lie on my back, fold my arms in front of me and smile proudly up at the ceiling. “We are going out tonight.” I smile triumphantly.

“Hmm.” He groans.

“We are leaving at five.” I smirk as I look over at him and flick his ear to annoy him.

“Hmm.” He swats my hand away.

“We are getting you some action tonight. Brielle and Vanessa are coming.” I rub his shoulder.

“Hmm.” He continues trying to sleep.

“Hell. I might get laid, too.” I smile, and for the first time in a long time, I feel in control.

“Hmm.”

I elbow him in the back. “Do you want pancakes?” I ask.

“Does that mean you will get out?” He sighs.

I smile broadly. “Yes, but you will have to get up to eat them, and then you are coming shopping with me for the day. I need a kick ass outfit for tonight.”

“Ugh.” He groans and punches his pillow. “It’s Saturday, Emerson.”

I stand and put my hands onto my hips. “Yes, it is, and I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

“You’re painful when you’re back.”



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“Where are you?” I ask Brielle down the phone. After dragging Hank shopping all morning he has had enough and has escaped home to do an assignment that is due on Monday. I am meeting Brielle for lunch to discuss the surprising current affairs.

“Just coming around the corner now.”

I look up and see her turn the corner, beaming like an idiot.

I stare at her. “What?”

She bites her lip to stifle her smile. “What do you mean?” She links her arm with mine and we turn to walk to the café.

“What’s with the stupid grin?” I ask.

“We are going out tonight.”

I frown. “Who?”

“Mr. Masters and me.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nope.”

“How did this happen? I thought we were going out?” I frown.

“His date cancelled so he asked me to come to a function with him.”

I stand still on the spot and she nearly pulls my arm out the socket.

“Tonight?” I snap.

She nods proudly.

“Where are the kids going?”

She laughs. “Who cares? I need to get laid and I need Mr. Masters to do the job.” I shake my head. “Frigging hell, this is unexpected. You are the shittiest nanny by the way.”

She laughs and throws me a wink. “I agree with you.” We continue to walk up the street arm in arm. “We need to go shopping after lunch and get me a sexy outfit.” She smiles excitedly.

“Like you need a sexy outfit to seduce him.”

She shakes her head and we walk up the steps into our new favorite lunch hang out. We always order the same things and head straight to the counter to order. It shortens our waiting time.

“Can I help you?” The super cute waiter smiles at us. Brielle and my eyes meet. We have had many a conversation about how we would like to tie this guy to our beds and punish him for hours. He is a definite attraction for this place’s female customer base.

“Two Thai beef salads and two diet Cokes please,” I order.

He smiles broadly at me and Brielle discretely puts her hand on her chest as she silently swoons.

He turns his back to us to get our table number sign and our eyes immediately drop to his cute behind. What a pair of dirty perverts we are.

“I will bring it out.” He smiles.

We walk over to the table. “God damn, I could do him some damage right there on this table. He’s insane,” Brielle murmurs, her eyes stay fixed on him as she pats the table in front of us.