Find Me Alastar

Her eyes widen and she sips her coffee. “Oh.”

Our breakfast arrives. “Thank you.” We both smile.

Brielle cuts into her eggs benedict. “Then what?’

I bite into my toast. “This sounds so lame, even to my ears. He told me that he wasn’t married and he

couldn’t see me because he had things going on and-”

“Wait, why did Thomas text him then?” She cuts me off.

I shrug. “Apparently they were going away and Thomas didn’t know where he was.” I continue to

chew my toast. “And then I did something stupid.”

“What?”

“I told him I was looking for casual sex.” She smirks as she chews. “Since when are you looking for

casual anything?”

I shake my head as I cut into my breakfast. “I don’t know. I guess it sounded cool at the time.”

“What did he say?”

“What do you think?”

She laughs. “Yeah, right. What guy knocks back casual sex?”

I chew my bacon in disgust at myself. “So, anyway…” I frown. Shit, this really is ridiculous when I

hear myself say it. “We spent every night together since then.”

She screws up her face. “That’s not very casual.”

“I know.”

“What’s he like?”

I shake my head. “Gorgeous.”

She raises her brow in question.

“I’m not even joking. Like, gorgeous, sexy, gorgeous.”

She purses her lips as she thinks. “Hmm, okay. Go on.”

“So, last night I went out to dinner with Mark to tell him that we as a couple are a no go.”

“Yes.”

“And his parents came.”

She frowns. “Why?”

I shake my head. “‘Cause he’s an idiot. Anyway, they were really nice and halfway through the meal a

waiter comes over with a tray of tequila and cream.”

She stops eating as she stares at me.

“It was sent by Alastar. The smartass was saying that the Emmaline cream was unavailable for

purchase, so he sent an alternative.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Tequila with a cream chaser?” I widen my eyes. “To signify the tequila sex drinking game… and the

cream chaser is what he was rewarded with for going down on me?”

Brielle chokes on her coffee and it flies all over the table as she coughs. “Holy fuck!” she splutters.

“I know, right?”

“He was there?” she asks.

“Sitting at the bar watching us.”

Her eyes widen.

“So, I go to the toilet and he just barges in. Then we fight and I tell him that I need three hours to tell

Mark it’s not happening between us.”

She nods as she eats.

“Then Alastar sits at the bar chatting up some hot red head for the whole time and I get, like, fuming

mad.”

She smiles broadly and shakes her head.

“Then finally Marks parents leave and Mark instantly picks up my hand and starts frigging kissing it.

Alastar storms over to the table like the Hulk and goes all caveman, telling Mark to get his fucking hands

off of his girlfriend.”

Her eyes widen in horror. “But I thought you said it was casual.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s supposed to be!” I snap. “Oh, and that’s not the worst of it. He told Mark I was handing in my

resignation.”