Find Me Alastar

“Shh,” I whisper. “Okay, I’m coming.”

I walk downstairs to feed our annoying housemate and flick the coffee machine on. I should make

breakfast today. Alastar has been waiting on me hand and foot. I feed Fraidy his biscuits and open the

fridge to check out the choices. Hmm, my eyes scan through the ingredients. I pull out the drawer in the

bottom of the fridge. Oh, good, bacon, mushrooms and eggs. Does he have any shallots? My eyes scan up

and down. Nope. Hmm, I continue to search for a Spanish onion. I scratch my head as I think and look

around the huge kitchen.

He must keep them in the cupboards. I open and close all of the cupboards. Each one filled with

expensive crockery and utensils. He has the best of everything in here. Everything is top notch. Alastar

O’shea you have expensive damn taste.

I finally locate an onion and set about making my Spanish Omelet. The house is quite dark. I look

around, realizing I need to let some light in. Opening the kitchen and dining room blinds, I then walk out

into the lounge area and pull back the expensive drapes, flicking the lights on, too. That’s better. I am on

my way back into the kitchen when I notice the door down into the cellar. I frown. For some reason this

doorway interests me and I turn the nob.

Locked. Surprise. But why is it always locked? My mind goes back to that dreadful day when I made

a fool of myself. Alastar locked it before he left as if he didn’t want me to see inside. What does he keep

in there that is so damn private? I put my ear up to the door to see if I can hear anything, I pull back and

smile. What are you going to hear down there, idiot?

I walk back into the kitchen and make myself a coffee and start my chopping duties. I feel him before I

see him. Large loving hands slink around my waist from behind and his lips fall on my neck.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers against my face.

I smile broadly. “Good morning, Twinkle.”

“What’s cooking?” he mumbles.

I turn and face him. That accent is so fucking hot. “Spanish Omelet.”

He winks. “A personal favourite.”

I kiss him gently on the lips. “Mine, too.” I turn back to the coffee machine. “How do you like your

coffee?” I ask. I need to learn this shit. I don’t even know how he takes his coffee.

His mischievous eyes hold mine. “Black and strong.”

“Oh.” I turn back to the coffee machine. I’ve never made a strong black coffee before. Wonder how

you do that? I stand for a moment and read all of the buttons. I feel Alastar’s arms go around me again

from behind. “Do you know how to make that?” He smirks.

“Of course I do.” Shit, I have no fucking idea.

“Here.” He comes around and takes over. “This one here.” He points to a button. “Push it twice, and

then when it comes down just add a little cold water.” He moves to the tap and puts a little cold water

into his cup. “Or else you will burn my lips.”

I smirk as I watch him take a sip of his foul tasting coffee. How does he drink it like that? This poor

bastard has no idea what he is getting himself into here. I can’t even make fucking black coffee. He takes a

seat at the counter and I serve up our breakfast.

“Thank you.” He smiles as I pass it over.

I smile proudly. I can’t cook for shit, but I know I make a mean breakfast. I sit next to him at the bench

and take a large mouthful.

He notices a key on the bench and he slides it over to me. “I got you a key cut yesterday.”

I frown around my full mouth. “Why?” I continue to chew.

“Well, you need a key to your own house.”

I swallow my food whole. “Twinkle.” I hesitate, I don’t want this to come out the wrong way and

sound ungrateful. “I can’t move in here permanently.”

He puts his knife and fork down with a clang. “Why not?’

I shake my head. God, this man is all or nothing. “Because it’s a damn hex on our relationship, me

moving in with you when we don’t even know each other properly yet.”

He frowns, horrified. “We know each other.”

“Alastar…” I sigh.

He smiles sexily and cups my face in his hand. “I don’t want to be away from you for a moment.” HeBelonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

lips gently dust over mine. Who am I kidding? I don’t want to be anywhere else, either. I pull back from

his kiss.

“I will stay with you for a little while to see how it goes. A couple of weeks, maybe.” His eyes hold

mine.

“And I would like to pay rent, please.”

He frowns. “No.”