Find Me Alastar(91)

“I know, right.” Our eyes both linger on him behind the counter.

Our drinks arrive. “Thank you.” We both smile.

“So, how did this happen?” I ask.

“Well, it was after I spoke to you, so about ten.”

I look a her deadpan. “He knocked on your door about ten?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You should have given him a masturbation show and returned the favor.” She nods and rolls her eyes. “Anyway, he asked if I was free tonight and if I would accompany him to his dinner.”

I smile.

She smirks.

“Did he say he didn’t have a date and you are the reserve, or is he asking you to be his date of his own accord?” She shrugs. “I don’t know. I heard him telling Willow that he was taking me this morning.”

“What did she say?”

“She rolled her eyes and said he is old enough to be my father.”

I bite my bottom lip in horror. “Really? What did he say to that?”

“He didn’t answer, but I really wanted to jump around the corner and point in her face and say, I have seen his dick in action and there is no sign of ageing in it at all, little Miss Bitch face.”

“I would have paid big money to watch you say that,” I mumble with my mouth full.

She looks at me, deadpan. “This witch is going to make my life a living nightmare, I just know it.”

I smirk. “Wait till she finds out that you’re frothing over Daddy dearest and all the disgusting things you want to do to him.”

“Hmm.” She winks deviously as she shovels way too much salad into her mouth.

I chew my food as I watch her. “Alastar came over this morning.”

She frowns. “What?”

I nod. “This morning, when Ness was going to work… she found him asleep sitting next to the door.”

She frowns into her Coke. “Why?”

I shrug. “I think he rang me from there last night and fell asleep.”

She shakes her head in confusion. “Hang on. When did he ring you?”

I widen my eyes. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. He rang me at two in the morning.”

“What did he say?”

I shrug. “Nothing really. He just asked if I was alright and if I needed to go to the hospital.”

“Why in the hell would you need to go to the hospital? I’m f*cking confused.”

“Remember I said I was sick so I had to leave last night.” “How does that equate to you needing to go to the hospital?” She frowns.

“Beats me.”

She shovels her food into her mouth. “What else did he say?”

“Well, when he rang me he was all silent on the phone and I think he was waiting for me to ask him to come over.”

She shakes her head in disgust. “Fucking booty call. What a twat.”

I nod. “I know.”

“Then what?”

“This morning Ness found him. When I heard his accent, he took off down the stairs as if embarrassed and I chased him.”

She looks at me deadpan. “Why would you chase him?”

“I don’t know, but I did and then he was all I miss you and we should talk about it and go out for dinner.”

She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Fuck, this guy pisses me off.”

I nod and smile broadly.

Her shoulders slump. “You’re going to go aren’t you?”

I shake my head proudly. “Nope.”

Her disbelieving eyes hold mine.

“I told him to f*ck off, actually.”

She smirks. “If you told him to f*ck off there is no way you would be so frigging happy.”

I smile. “I don’t know. I feel okay. I think I just needed some acknowledgement from him that he regretted being a dick.”

She shakes her head. “He was more than a dick.”

“I know.” I smile sadly. “I would have loved to go out to dinner with him to hear what he had to say, though.”

Her eyes hold mine as she thinks.

“But I’m not,” I add.

“Good.” She shovels more food. “Don’t go there. If he breaks you once then that’s his fault. If he breaks you twice then it’s on you.”

I nod as I think. “I wish things were different I know we could have been really good together.”

“Yeah, well… He’s a f*cktard. Stay the hell away from him.”



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Two hours later, we are in shopping hell. “So, what is the look you are going for?” I ask Brielle.

“Hmm.” She narrows her eyes in thought. “This woman is not my nanny and is so hot that I need to have passionate sex with her all night.”

I look at her flatly. “Honestly?”

She shakes her head is disgust. “I should never have watched him do that in his bathroom. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s obscene the thoughts I am having around the dinner table when the kids are there.”

“Maybe you should just shag Thomas? It would put a few of your fires out, so to speak?”

“Hmm.”

“Then you could stop imagining being on your knees and giving your boss head under the dinner table.”