Find Me Alastar

“No. Why would it?” He frowns and lays me down to look at my face. “Does it bother you?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.” I hesitate. “I always imagined my parents being at my wedding.”

“And they will be. Next time.” He kisses my lips gently. “But you know what will happen if we tell

other people.”

I look down and know that he’s right. “Everyone will freak out and try and talk us out of it because we

just met,” I whisper.

“Yes. And we are getting married because of us. Only us. I like the idea of it being just the two of us

for the first time. This thing what we are sharing is intimate and special, and call me selfish, but I don’t

want to share it with anyone else. I don’t want to waste one day with you. I want you as my wife as soon

as possible.”

I smile softly as he kisses my lips.

“We will book another ceremony for twelve months’ time and not tell them about this one if you

want.”

“Is that okay?” I ask hopefully. I really don’t want to have the conversation with my parents or Brielle.

They will totally freak. At least in twelve months’ time they can sort of expect it.

He smiles softly. “Of course.” He brushes his hand back over my hair. “I don’t want you to have to be

justifying to anyone how we feel about each other. Nobody has to know we are married. But I will know

and I will cherish it.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I kiss his beautiful lips. “I love you,” I whisper as I rub my fingertips through his stubble, my eyes

searching his.

“I know you do and that’s I why I can’t wait.”

I smile. “This is crazy,” I whisper.

His lips touch mine. “Crazy good.”

Flume is playing throughout the house and Brielle and I are sitting at the kitchen bench drinking wine and

eating Camembert cheese and crackers that Alastar has laid out for us. It’s just gone 8pm and Alastar is

getting ready for work.

“What happened then?” I frown into my glass.

Brielle is filling me in on the Mr. Master debacle. “Okay.” She takes a sip. “So I was lying on the

lounge with a blanket over me, and the kids were lying on the floor on bean bags. We were all watching a

movie.”

I nod. “Yes. What time was this?”

“About nine last night. He came in from work and asked what we were watching.”

I put some crackers and cheese into my mouth as I listen. “What were you watching?” I ask.

“Total Recall.”

“Love that movie,” I mumble with my mouth full.

“Classic,” she mutters into her glass. “Anyway, he sits down at my feet on the sofa and pulls the

blanket over his thighs and picks up my feet to put them onto his lap under the blanket.”

I frown.

Alastar comes into the kitchen and opens the cupboards under the sink. He rattles around in a box.

Brielle hesitates and points at Alastar’s back with her glass. She obviously doesn’t want him to hear

this conversation. It has taken a lot of begging from me for her to give Alastar a second chance, and

thankfully, she is putting my feelings before hers and making peace with him. I need them to get along.

What is he doing there? “What’s wrong?” I ask him. He never loses anything. It’s a huge perk of being

organized.

“Have you seen my leather gloves?” He frowns as he puts his hands on his hips in thought.

I frown as I try to think. “Last time I saw them you put them in your briefcase for work yesterday.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What do you need gloves for?” Brielle asks.

“The lights and equipment get hot,” Alastar replies.

“Where are you going again?” Brielle asks.

“Shooting a cover,” he replies, distracted.

“Oh, can we come?” she asks excitedly.

Alastar puts his arm around me casually. “Next time you can. This is a closed set tonight.”

“Why?” I frown as I crunch on a cracker.

“The models are going to be naked.”

My mouth drops open in horror. “Are… are you kidding me?” I stammer.

He pulls my head back and kisses me. “Yes. Were you jealous?”

I narrow my eyes at him. Brielle laughs and holds her glass up to him in approval.

Alastar kisses me quickly again and leaves the room in search for his missing gloves.

Brielle smiles broadly. “You two do seem very cozy.”

I smile as I grab her hand. “I have so much to tell you at dinner. Cozy doesn’t even come close.”

“Mr. Masters,” I reply to guide the conversation back to her.