Find Me Alastar

I truly wish they were.

I can feel myself caving by the hour. I want to hear what he has to say. Why did he lie?

I make my way out to my two friends who are standing with two men. I smile. One of the men asked

me out when we were here last weekend. He’s tall, blonde and nice looking. His name is Ethan. He’s easy

to talk to and uncomplicated, unlike Alastar. I know I can’t fall in love with him, though. He’s a safe

option. I may have declined his offer last week, but if he asks me to dance tonight I might take him up on

it. Why not?

He smiles broadly when he sees me.

“Hello.” He smiles as he kisses me on the cheek.

“Hello.” I smile back as I take my drink from Hank and sip it.

His friend Matt has brown, curly, long hair and is seemingly interested in Vanessa. We were here with

them last week and were all instructing Hank on his pick up moves. We had a fun night and ended up

having Pizza at 3am.

“How has your week been?” he asks.

“Good.” I nod. “Busy. And you?”

“Same.” He smiles. Hank watches a girl walk past. “You should go talk to her,” Ethan instructs him.

Hank screws up his face. “She’s not really my type.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“What’s your type?” I ask.

“I don’t know really,” he mutters dryly. “But not her.”

Two hours and fifty not-my-type girls later, I am on the dance floor with Ethan. Hank is dancing with a

girl next to me and Vanessa is full on making out with Matt up against a wall. We have been drinking

cocktails and acting like fifteen year olds. I am beyond tipsy and trying to stop myself laughing at Hank’s

daggy dancing. It’s hot on the dance floor and I need some fresh air.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I signal.

Ethan and Hank smile, waving me off as I go to the bathroom and head back to our bench table. I sit

for about five minutes before a waiter walks over with a tray and puts a tequila down in front of me. “A

gift from the man at the bar.”

My heart skips a beat.

He’s here.

My eyes shoot up and there his is. Alastar is standing at the bar alone with a tequila shot in his hand.

Towering above the rest of the crowd, he is in a black V-neck t-shirt and blue jeans. His curls are messy

and his big beautiful kissable lips smile my way.

He raises an eyebrow in question and I feel it all the way to my bones.

Why does he have to be so damn gorgeous?

I should give him the bird and throw his tequila in his face. I know I should run far away, but my

inebriation is undoubtedly clouding my judgment.

I smirk and take my tequila to my lips and drain it. The heat burns its way down my throat and I feel a

buzz of arousal as the taste ignites the memories of our first lovemaking session. I lick my lips as our eyes

lock.

Unable to help it, I curl my finger in a come here signal and he walks over. I stand still, looking up at

him as the air crackles between us.

“Hello, Emmaline,” he purrs in his exotic deep voice, looking down as he towers above me.

“Hello.” I smirk back. I should be telling him to take a hike right now, but my brain isn’t currently

talking to my body. I think it just hung an out of office sign on the door.

His eyes drop down my body. “You look beautiful,” he says darkly.

I smile bashfully and his hand comes around my hips before he pulls me to him with force. “Kiss me

hello,” he purrs.

Before I can make an intelligent reply, his large lips are on mine and his strong hands are digging into

my behind. He sucks me with his dominant kiss, his tongue promising me forbidden, carnal things.

Damn it, why does he have to kiss so well?

This wasn’t in the plan, fool.

He holds me close as he kisses me again, his tongue taking no prisoners and bringing me to heel.

Goosebumps scatter my skin as he leans his cheek up against mine.

Oh no. The chemistry… it’s still there but magnified more than ever before.

This isn’t a physical attraction; this is a fucking fatal attraction.

I’m going down with the ship. Abort mission. Abort mission.

“I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispers into my ear with his arms around me tightly, blocking my

escape.

God, me, too. I’ve missed feeling like I do at this moment in his strong arms.

How do I turn this off?

“Alastar…” I sigh.