Find Me Alastar

I follow him down the stairs and out onto the road. “Where is your car?” I ask.

“Down here.” He points ahead, and we walk down the street, making our way around a corner until

we get to a bottle green antique sports car. He opens it with the key.

I put my hands on my hips and frown. “This is your car?”

He raises a sexy brow.

I raise my eyebrows back at him. “What happened to the flashy new thing you had the other night?”

“The Audi is at home in the garage.”

My eyes hold his. “Oh,” I mutter as my brain misfires. How many cars does he have? He opens the

door and I fall into the low car. It’s immaculate and smells like leather polish. He slides in beside me and

pulls away from the curb. I bite my lip to stifle the stupid over-the-top smile on my face.

“Where do you live?” I ask.

“Not far. Ten minutes away.”

I frown. I thought he would have lived out of town.

“Why are you frowning?” His eyes alternate between looking at me and the road.

“I just thought you lived out in the suburbs.”

He shakes his head. “No, I live in town.”

I smile as I keep watching the road until we pull into the large driveway of a grand house. A huge oak

tree sits in center of the front yard and a large circular driveway surrounds it. Garden lights are around the

perimeter of the property, giving it a glamorous feel.

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat as my eyes glance around at the sandstone mansion in front of

me.

“This is your house?” I ask.

His eyes fall to me. “Yes.”

“Who do you live here with?”

“Just me.” I frown. “And Fraidy,” he adds.

“Who’s Fraidy?”

“A cat.” He smirks.

I giggle. “You own a Fraidy cat?” That’s unexpected.

His smile mirrors mine. “Sort of.”

I laugh out loud in shock.

“He was a stray that decided to move in. I didn’t have a choice in the matter.”

We get out of the car and I follow him up the steps where he opens the huge, black double doors. He

stands to the side to let me walk in front of him. My eyes widen. Holy crap, you are joking me.

I look all around the luxurious room. “You rent this place?”

“No.”

I frown. “You have a mortgage on this house?” How could he possibly afford this mansion?

“No.”

I frown again. “It’s your parents house?”

He shakes his head in amusement. “I own this house, Emmaline.”

I bite my bottom lip. This is bullshit and so unexpected. Why did I ask those damn questions out loud?

His eyes hold mine and he smiles the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“I just… I mean.” I can’t stop looking around at the luxurious house. Oh jeez, I am so far out of my

comfort zone. I had no idea he had this much money. Although the price he got for his art should have

given me an indication, I suppose.

He grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen, and I stop dead in my tracks.

What?

A huge, white, marble kitchen, complete with every device known to man sits in front of me. My eyes

meet his. “Alastar,” I whisper. “You have the most beautiful house I have ever seen”

He smiles a very proud smile. “I’m happy here.”

I pull out of his grip and clasp my hands in front of me as I walk around, looking at everything. The

back wall of the huge lounge room is covered in black and white photographs. The floors are all dark,

wide, timber floorboards, and the decorating has an antique sort of minimalistic vibe. The four-piece huge

lounge is dark leather, and a fireplace is in the center of the room, complete with a mantle. Large palm

trees in huge pots give it an old Hollywood feel.

My eyes meet his. I’m in absolute shock. This is stupid rich and it looks like it belongs on a movie set,

not the house of someone I know.

He sits still, watching me. “You can look around if you like.”

I walk over to a door in between the kitchen and lounge room, and turn the knob. It’s locked.

“What’s in there?”

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I frown. “Why is it locked?”

“I keep all of my photography equipment down there. I keep it locked in case I ever get broken into

to.”

“Oh. What’s upstairs?”