Find Me Alastar

“No. Me, then Thomas, and a younger sister called Eilish. She is married with two wee babies. She

lives in my hometown, back near my parents in Ireland.”

“Are you?” I hesitate, how do I say this?

“I don’t come from money. No,” he answers my question before I get to ask it.

“How did you get so…?” I have to ask.

“Luck.”

I frown and face him. “Luck?”

“As you know, I am…” He hesitates as he thinks of the appropriate analogy. “I have an eye for art. I

bought some early pieces from a yard sale when I was really young with my savings, and they turned out

to be very valuable. I sold them when I got to London.”

I smile broadly. “You bought art in a yard sale when you were a kid?”

He smirks. “Don’t laugh.”

“What kind of kid were you?” I frown.

He lets out a deep low chuckle. “A weird one, obviously.”

I press my lips together as I try not to laugh.

“The money just gave me enough to be able to start buying and selling art, and then my photography

took off.” I smile as I watch his face become animated.

“Photography pays well?” I ask.

He smiles sexily. “Very well.”

“Do you like being wealthy?” I smirk.

“I feel wealthier tonight than I have ever felt in my life.” His lips take mine in his softly as his hand

tenderly cups my cheek. “I would even say wholeheartedly wealthy,” he breathes.

Our eyes lock as ripple of emotion rolls over me like a wave of the ocean meeting the shore.

“You are quite the romantic, my twinkle star,” I whisper as I run my hand along his dark stubble.

He smiles into my lips and I close my eyes as, once again, the annoying little voice in my mind

screams at me… run. Emerson, run!

The drive to work is slow this morning. “What’s going on up here? Is there an accident?”

Alastar frowns as he looks ahead. “I’m not sure.”

I look at my watch. “Shit. I’m going to be late.”

The traffic has come to a crawling pace and we are ambling along through the city.

“So… tonight?” he asks.

I smile with excitement as my eyes seek out my handsome driver. “Yes.”

“It will be a long shoot, probably up to five or six hours.”

“That’s fine. I told you it’s okay,” I reply.

He smiles and picks up my hand, holding it in his lap.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” I ask.

“Maybe a book. You will probably get bored.”

I stare through the window at the cars up ahead. “I’m excited that I get to see you working.”

He smiles and I know he is looking forward to introducing me to his working life, too.

We pass a park and see no less than fifty police scattered throughout the grassy areas and in the trees.

“Shit,” I whisper as I peer out the window.

Alastar frowns.

“What’s happened?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Something’s going on by the looks of things.”

We continue to drive and I turn back in my seat to watch the policemen who appear to be looking for

something.

We sit in silence for the rest of the way, finally arriving at work. It’s starting to rain, so Alastar pulls

up in the street just near the front doors of my building.

I lean over and kiss him quickly. “See you tonight.”

“Pick you up at five. Then we will go straight from here.”

I smile and kiss him again.

“Do you need anything from home?” he asks.

Home. A home with Alastar… one could only dream of such perfection.

“Maybe my big jacket.”

“Okay.” He kisses me again and a car beeps its horn behind us. I jump out and wave him off and he

drives off in a flash. I really want to flick the bird to the car behind us being impatient and interrupting myExclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

goodbye kiss, but I hold my snarky tongue and finger, and head into my office.

Ten minutes later, I am in the kitchen with Travis as we wait for the kettle to boil.

“Did you see the police everywhere this morning? What’s going on?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah. Some chick has gone missing.”

My eyes widen. “From where?”