Find Me Alastar

“Just give me half an hour,” he whispers into my ear. “I just want to spend half an hour with you.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. The thing is, I know how much pleasure this god could bestow on my

body in half an hour and it’s more than some women receive in a lifetime.

“Why?” My eyes search his.

“Can we just go outside to talk?” His hands roam up and down my behind and over my hips.

“No. I’m… I’m here with my friends.” I stammer as my brain continues to fry. I can’t concentrate

when his hands are on me.

“Who’s the blonde?” he asks with a sarcastic brow lift.

My nerves flutter. “A friend.”

His eyes hold mine. “How good a friend?”

“A platonic friend, Alastar. Are you finished?” I snap.

“Can we go outside now?” He kisses me hard again and my knees nearly buckle from underneath me.

Why does he have to be so damn dominant in his kissing? I don’t stand a chance of resisting him.

He grabs me, and before I know it, he is dragging me out of the club by the hand.

Fuck.

We walk through the club together, and I look around at the people that are all oblivious to us. How

can they all be acting so normal when my insides feel like they are about to explode?

He’s here.

He’s here for me.

Holding my hand and declaring that he missed me.

Oh, please let it be true.

He leads me to the front doors and we pass the bouncers before we walk out onto the bustling street

and continue down the road a bit. I stop in my tracks and he turns and looks back at me. “What’s wrong?”

he asks.

Does he honestly think I’m just leaving with him that easily? Surely not?

“I’m not going home with you. I’m here with my friends.”

He looks at me as he processes my words.

“You said you wanted to talk to me. Start talking.” I sigh in frustration.

He swallows. “I just wanted to see you. I thought we were having dinner tonight?”

“No. I told you we weren’t having dinner and that we had nothing to say to each other.”

“We have a lot to say to each other,” he replies, annoyed.

“So say it,” I snap. For fuck’s sake, I’m sick and tired of this cat and mouse game.

He frowns and takes my two hands in his. “I just…” He hesitates.

“You just what?” I raise my eyebrows impatiently.

“I handled things badly last time.”

“You think?” I reply, deadpan.

“And…” He hesitates again.

“Just spit it out, Alastar,” I snap in exasperation.

“I never wanted to leave you, but I had a very good reason for doing so.” I stare up at him as I search

his eyes for the truth.

“I knew I couldn’t fall for you, yet somehow I did,” he murmurs.

He bends and kisses my lips gently as he cups my cheek with his hand.

“I want a second chance,” he whispers.

I stare at him as I think of a reply. Nope, there’s literally nothing in my pea brain.

“Give me a second chance,” he repeats into my lips.

“What was the reason?” I ask.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Huh?”

“The reason you left me. What was it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me. I want to know.”

He swallows as he contemplates something and after a moment he replies. “I was trying to protect

you.”

“From what?” “From me.” I frown. “Why do you think I need protecting from you?”

He pulls me into an embrace and kisses my forehead gently, forcing my eyes to close. Damn it,

Alastar’s chest may just be the most wonderful place on Earth. “There are things about me that you don’t

know,” he whispers into my forehead.

“Like what?”

“I’m…” He frowns as if pained. “I’m a lot to take on.” He hesitates again. “I have… issues.” His eyes

search mine as if he expects me to run.

Unable to help it a smile crosses my face, I bring his face down to mine and kiss him gently on his big

beautiful lips. He’s talking about his OCD. “I don’t care about your idiosyncrasies, Alastar.”

“You don’t?”