Find Me Alastar

I smile as I look down at myself. I may have searched the whole of London for the right outfit for

tonight. Sexy business is what Hank, Vanessa and Brielle have called it. I am wearing a black woolen

pencil skirt and a black turtle neck woolen tight sweater that hugs in all the right places. This outfit cost a

bomb but who cares. It’s only money, right? I may break my neck in these high stilettos by the end of the

night, though. Sheer black stockings finish off my look. My blonde hair is up in a high ponytail and my lips

are hot pink and glossy, with smoky dark eyes. I grab a glass of champagne as a man with a tray walks

past me and wish to God I could drain it. Mark spots me from across the kitchen and smiles warmly as he

approaches. “Hello.” His eyes scan up and down my body. “You look gorgeous.”

I smile.

He leans and whispers in my ear. “If I could kiss you hello, I would.”

Oh. I fake a stronger smile. Oh… shit. I need to knock this on the head. I have zero attraction to him

and that’s only getting worse, not better. An hour, and a million jobs later, the auction starts and the staff

stand at the back to watch the proceedings. I’m relieved I’m not on the actual auction team. They seem to

be running around like maniacs. Alastar hasn’t shown up, so it looks like I bought this outfit for nothing.

The night is loud and fairly uneventful, until about half an hour before it ends, Mark whispers into my ear.

“Lets go outside and get some air.”

“Okay.” I reply. For an ultra modern building, it is rather stuffy in here and I would like a break from

all the shouting. It will also give me a chance to talk to him in private. I head toward the door.

“No, this way,” Mark replies as he heads down a corridor to the left. It is quiet and semi-lit. Oh jeez.

He has something on his mind here, for sure. He opens a glass door out onto a courtyard. It’s small,

square, and has a large oak tree in the centre with a spotlight shining up onto its trunk. It’s beautiful. A seat

sits in the centre and Mark sits down and pats the seat next to him, I hesitate and then sit nervously.

“How are you liking the UK?” he asks.

“It’s good, I like it. I’m a bit homesick. I’ve never seen so much rain and I’m missing my parents and

brother.” I’m rambling and talking way too fast.

“Are you going to go home before the year is out?”

I shake my head. “No, definitely not. We may even stay another year. I’m trying to talk my parents into

visiting me.”

“I’m so happy you’re here. I…” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear as I hold my breath, but the

moment is interrupted by the glass door opening. Both our eyes flicker up to the doorway. I immediately

stand up guiltily. Alastar stands before me. Where has he been hiding?

His angry eyes flick between Mark and I.

“Hello, Star. You remember Emerson?

Alastar’s eyes glare at me. “I remember,” he breathes angrily.

He continues to stare at me but doesn’t speak. It’s Mark who breaks the silence. “Star is one of the top

photographers in the country. You have some work for sale tonight, don’t you?” He nods as his hungry

eyes drop down my body then rise back to my face. I stand still on the spot as I feel his fury seep out into

the small courtyard. I flutter at the feel of his eyes on my body. Cut it out, you sex craved bitch.

“So you are in charge of customer relations?” he asks with a raised brow.

I nod nervously as I drain my glass. This is bad. Really bad. One guy I’m dreaming about and

messaging, who I also told I was single, is now talking to the other guy who is dreaming about me and

thinks we have a thing who I am trying to escape.

How freaking cozy.

“Can I steal Emerson to introduce her to a client of mine?” Alastar asks casually.

“Of course,” Mark replies, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

My horrified eyes stare him down. What is he doing? He fakes a smile.

“This way.” He gestures toward the door and Mark bends to pick up his glass. Alastar’s face falls

instantly betraying his fury. Oh crap. I swallow the lump in my throat. Alastar opens the courtyard door

and I follow him tentatively. We walk down the corridor a few feet and he opens a door and pulls me in, it

seems to be a large storage cupboard. He flicks the light on. “What do you think you’re doing?” He

growls.

I don’t answer.

“You don’t sleep with anyone else. Do you fucking hear me?”

I frown. “Wait. What?”

He shakes his head angrily. “I said… you do not sleep with anyone, especially not that idiot.” He’s

near yelling.

I snatch my arm from his grip.

“Why do you touch me like that?” I yell.

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“Like you own me.”

“That’s because I do, you just don’t know it yet.”

Huh?

“Where were you last night?” he barks.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you text me last night?”

I screw up my face. What the hell?

“Were you with him?”