Find Me Alastar

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I just packed you a few things.”

I frown in question.

“I thought we could go back to my house this morning.” He smiles as he climbs up the bed to reward

me with a gentle kiss on the lips.

It’s too early to think.

His lips drop to my neck. “Umm.” Have I got anything on today?

He pulls me back into his arms as he falls beside me.

“Can’t we hang here today?” I ask. “Why did you pack me clothes?”

“Why stay here when we can have my house to ourselves? I just packed things for tonight, and

tomorrow for work,” he replies.

I smirk. “I don’t know any other men who would feel comfortable packing a bag for a female.”

He raises a sarcastic brow but holds his tongue. Hmm, he does have a good point, though. Alone in

luxury or roomy shared shit. “I suppose so.” I sigh. I stand, get out of bed and grab a towel. “I’m going to

take a shower first. Why don’t you make us some coffee? I will be about ten minutes.”

“Sure.” He smiles happily.

I frown as I leave the room and start my shower. Something tells me that I just got coerced into

spending the weekend with Alastar O’shea and I didn’t even know it.

Forty minutes later, I stand like a nervous child as Alastar turns the key and unlocks the door to his

beautiful home. Last time I was here I was in furious tears. Furious that I had let myself fall for Alastar

and even more furious that he was denying the feelings I knew he felt for me. He slowly opens the door

and I walk in tentatively. He senses my apprehension.

“You okay?” He gently brushes my hair behind my shoulders.

I swallow the shameful lump in my throat. I desperately wish I didn’t come over here and make a

scene that day. What was I thinking?

I nod. “Yes. I’m just thinking about last time I was here.”

His eyes hold mine. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Let’s not go over that. It was a horrible day.”

“Why would you leave me here alone when I was so obviously upset,” I blurt out, unable to hold my

tongue.

“Because I knew if I stayed, I would not have been able to do what I had to do.”

My eyes hold his. “What is it that you had to do, Alastar?” He shakes his head in annoyance. “Can we

not?”

He walks into the kitchen to avoid this conversation and flicks on the kettle. He holds a tea bag up in

the air and I nod. I know I shouldn’t keep going over that day but it’s damn hard not to.

He stays silent.

A burning question has been sizzling in my brain and I just can’t let it go, no matter how hard I try.

“I need to ask you something, Twinkle, and I want you to know before you answer it that it is totally

okay if you do. It will change nothing between us.”

He looks up from his tea making duties.

“Do you have a mental health issue?” I ask softly.

His eyes hold mine as if shocked that I just asked that out loud. “Maybe.” He murmurs as his eyes go

back to his tea bag dunking in our cups.

“Diagnosis?” I ask. I need to know what I’m dealing with here.

His eyes meet mine, and he smiles a broad, beautiful smile. “There is no diagnosis, Emmaline. I just

get antsy sometimes when things are out of order or if I am stressed.”

What does that mean? My mind starts to run a million miles per minute. “So, last time I was here it

was worse than normal.”

He nods again as if annoyed with me for noticing. “And?” he replies, his eyes not meeting mine.

“What were you stressed about?”

He snaps his eyes up and frowns. “You can’t be serious?”

Oh shit, was that out of line to ask that? I give a nervous nod.

“After the week we spent together, do you really think I was happy about letting you go?” He raises a

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