Find Me Alastar

“We shall talk about it tonight,” he breathes before kissing me softly again.

I stare at him, lost in some sort of alternative, dreamy universe.

“Emmaline.” He smirks down at me.

“Yes?”

“Will you be missing me today?”

“Maybe.” I smile cheekily. “And will you be missing me today Alastar?” I ask sweetly.

“Not at all.” He smirks.

I narrow my eyes. Cheeky bastard.

“Don’t forget to ring your mother and organize the weekend,” I remind him.

He nods and kisses me once.

“And don’t forget that you don’t have any food for Fraidy.” That ugly cat has seriously grown on me.

He smiles into my lips. “Aye,” he breathes.

“And don’t forget-”

He cuts me off. “Stop nagging me, woman.”

I giggle into his lips. “See you tonight.”

“I shall wait here, on this corner.”

“Okay, Mr. O’Shea. See you on the corner about five.”

I turn and practically float to my office. Holy mother of God. I put my hand over my heart in adoration.

I have never felt like such a lovesick teenager. I get into the lift, smiling broadly to myself like a total

idiot, certain that not even Stephanie could ruin my day today.

At 11am, I am at my desk when my phone beeps. It’s Alastar, it reads:

Boss lady,

Trip to Ireland is organized.

Fraidy is well fed.

You will be pleased to know I take your nagging seriously.

I smirk. What can I reply? I narrow my eyes as I think. I type.

It will serve you well to take my nagging seriously.

My punishment isn’t pretty.

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Do tell, what I will face if I do not adhere?

I smile and type.

I shall cook while I sing.

He writes back.

Heaven forbid!

What is the incentive for compliance?

I giggle to myself. God, I love this man.

You may blow in my mouth tonight, my faithful subject.

He writes back.

Compliance will be a given from here on in!

See you on the corner at five, my love.

xx

Oh man, I’m a goner. I smile to myself like a fool.

I bounce my way to the park to meet Brielle for our planned picnic lunch. We need to debrief each other

on the success of our sexy dresses and underwear. For once, today I am hardly able to wait to report back

to her.

I find her sitting in our favorite spot under the huge tree and I give her a wave as I make my way over.

In the eight weeks I was away from Alastar, Brielle made a habit of coming and having lunch with me

nearly every day. She packs us a picnic from her house as we are both too broke to buy much.

She sits cross-legged with her little picnic blanket spread out and our plates of sandwiches beside

her. Chocolate slices sit in a Tupperware container for dessert.

I’m so grateful for the beautiful friendship we have. She has been so good to me throughout this whole

Alastar disaster. “Hey, babe.” I take a seat and kiss her cheek.

She smiles as she sips her Coke. “You look happy.”

I grab her hand. “Oh, I am. I have had the most amazing weekend.”

She smiles. “Good. About time.” She passes me my plate of sandwiches.

“How did yours go?’ I take my first bite. “Damn, you make the best lunches.”

She pulls an unimpressed face. “Meh.”

I frown. “Meh? What happened?”