Find Me Alastar

His large arms hold her. “How beautiful you are when you’re jealous.” He kisses her gently on the

mouth as he wipes a stray tear from her cheek.

“Your sister.” She frowns.

“My family has been visiting and I could not get a letter to you. What you do not understand,

Princess, is that even if my body wanted a release with another woman, my heart would not allow it.”

Her eyes hold his. ‘Why not?” she whispers.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“The daft thing thinks he’s in love with you.”

A trace of a smile crosses her lips.

He kisses her gently again. “And unfortunately for me, I love like I fight.”

“How is that?” she whispers into his lips as her hand comes around to the back of his neck.

“All or nothing.”

A tear rolls down her cheek and he kisses it away. “I love you, Alchron,” she tells him. “I need you

to make love to me.”

He stays silent in thought.

“You don’t want me?” she whispers as his lips drop to her neck.

He bites her hard and she whimpers. “More than anything,” he murmurs almost to himself. “But

you are not mine to take.”

“I am.” She kisses him softly and his arousal starts to cloud his judgment. “Take me, Alchron. I’m

yours.”

Emerson

“Do you want another drink?” Brielle asks.

“Yeah, why not.” I smile.

It’s 3pm on Sunday and we are at the pub for lunch discussing Brielle’s obvious crush for her boss. I

think I liked it better when she at least tried to deny it. Alastar left two weeks ago, but he is never far from

my mind. How can you spend a couple of weeks with someone and be so totally hung on them? I feel like

I have lost someone I loved dearly and it doesn’t make sense to me at all. I’m trying my hardest to fight it,

but I feel like I’m losing this battle. Brielle is going on and on about Mr. Masters while I just sit and stare

into space. What’s wrong with me?

“Do you think I should go to the doctor?” I ask. Brielle frowns. “Why?”

“I keep getting these flashing lights in my eyes and I am dreaming of gunshots. It’s been worse since he

left.” I run my hands though my hair in frustration. “It isn’t normal to feel like this, Brell. Maybe I have

depression.”

She smiles sympathetically and grabs my hand over the table. “You know how you feel about

Alastar?”

My eyes drop to the table and I nod.

“This is how I feel about my ex.”

My sad eyes meet hers.

“I was, maybe still am, totally in love with him.”

I squeeze her hand. He put her through the ringer.

“And I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have him.” I nod again. Yep, that’s it.

“He was sleeping with other women while I loved him with everything I had. Then he would

apologize and cry and tell me he loved me and beg for another chance.”

“Oh, Brell.” My heart aches for my beautiful friend.

“And I would take him back because I loved him so much that I couldn’t believe that what we had

wouldn’t last forever. He broke me and my self-esteem. I had nothing left when it finally finished.”

I drop my head again.

“I just want you to get some perspective, Emerson. Yes, you fell in love with Alastar and it sucks he

didn’t fall in love with you before he left. You do have a little stress right now, but you have come out

relatively unscathed. You have your self-esteem, you are still young, and you weren’t married with kids.

There is no lasting financial burden and he respected you enough not to cheat. You knew all along that he

was a short term thing.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I sigh.

“You need to snap out of it. It’s been two weeks.”

I smile a defeated smile. “Thank you for being so wonderful.” I sigh, grateful that she can put things

into perspective for me.

“What are friends for?” she whispers as our drinks arrive.

“Ladies,” a loud drunk voice calls from across the pub.

I glance over and my eyes widen. It’s Thomas and my eyes scan everywhere, looking for Alastar.

Has he come back for me? Please say yes.

Thomas comes over and falls into the chair beside us. “My favorite two Aussies.” He laughs way too

loudly.