Find Me Alastar

Mark narrows his eyes.

Oh no, shut up, please. Alastar is like an out of control nuclear bomb that is about to explode at any

moment. Please don’t have a punch up.

“She is handing in her resignation as of this minute!” Alastar growls.

My mouth drops open in horror. I can’t believe he just said that? How dare he? “No, I am not. I’m so

sorry, Mark.”

I head toward the door. I have never been more humiliated. Tears of embarrassment heat the backs of

my eyes, but Alastar is hot on my heels.

I rush out onto the street and look around anxiously. Cab… I need a cab.

“Emmaline!” Alastar snaps.

“Go away,” I cry.

“Emmaline.” He rushes after me and tries to put his arm around my waist.

I push him away. “How dare you?”

He tries to grab me again and I push him harder. “Don’t touch me!” I yell. “How could you?”

I stop still and face him.

His furious eyes hold mine and he shakes his head. “I told you not to touch him.”

“And I told you to go home,” I cry.

He stares at me and I shake my head before I turn and start to power walk up the street. These shoes

are killing me and I’m wobbling around like a drunk chicken. Damn this, I should have worn runners.

He jogs after me and we walk for what seems like 500 meters. Where are all the fucking cabs? I look

around, too angry to even speak to him.

I can’t believe that just happened.

“I-I’m sorry, I lost control,” he stammers behind me.

I turn to face him.

“Why did you do that?”

His face falls and his eyes hold mine. He looks so defeated and my heart drops.

“I’m insanely jealous when it comes to you,” he whispers. “I can’t help it.”

“You think?”

“I’m sorry. I wont do it again. I lost control, but it’s only because I care.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I stare at him.

“I just snapped when he started kissing your hand.” He picks up my hand in his. “This hand belongs to

me and I don’t want anyone else kissing it.”

A thousand emotions swirl though my head. I’ve never had a man be jealous over me before.

“Why were you talking to that girl at the bar?” I ask.

He smirks. “To make you jealous.”

“It didn’t work,” I lie.

He cups my hand around his cheek as his eyes hold mine. “Forgive me?”

He wraps his large arms around me and kisses my temple. We stand still for a moment as I internally

chastise myself.

I can’t let him treat me like that, But then… I don’t want to go home with out him, either. God, this

situation is so confusing.

No.

If I don’t set the ground rules now, then I am setting myself up to be controlled and that’s not something

I’m at all comfortable with.

I don’t know how to live with a dominant man. Is it even possible?

I pull out of his grip. “No, Star. You can’t just treat me like that, demand I resign from my job, and

somehow think that’s okay behavior.” He glares at me. “Don’t.”

I screw up my face. “Don’t what?” I snap.

“Don’t carry on with this shit.”