Semua Bab A Waltz With Wolves (Sequel to The Publicist's Plight): Bab 21 - Bab 30

**SEBASTIANI'm painfully reminded of how annoying it is to have a girlfriend.Sadly, I don't remember a time where any of my girlfriends didn't annoy me. Every last one of them were nothing but a fucking nuisance."Sebastian, can I use your credit card?" "Sebastian, you said that this would be Prada, but this is Michael Kors!" "Oh, my God, Sebastian let's take a picture for Instagram! This will definitely get me over a hundred thousand likes."I guess the sex is my favorite part. That's sad, isn't it? A relationship should be more than sex, I know. But if you've been in the type of relationships I've been in, sex is the only thing to

**Before embarking on my week-long vacation to Barcelona with the Quintanilla's, I intended to leave everything on a high note with everyone else back home. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Not at all.Currently, I'm on a private jet to Barcelona by myself, courtesy of the Quintanilla's (well, technically I'm not by myself—Julio is with me, ordered to ride with me to keep me company). I left later than the Quintanillas due to setbacks, so I was unable to ride in the same jet as them. They were nice enough to assign me to one of their other aircrafts that they owned so I was well-accommodated regardless of the fact that I caused a bit of a delay for them, too. They have been the only ones with kind hearts and clear intentions since Alejandro dropped me off at my apartment from the party. You may be thinking, "What about Sebastian? Wasn't he there for you when you were

** Day five in Barcelona and Alejandro and I haven't spoken since "that night" outside of my bedroom. It isn't animosity, but merely me being cautious on how I approach him. He knows what I'm doing and has decided to play along. Whenever I would go out into the courtyard to read, I would sometimes see him there talking on the phone. He would stop his conversation and just smile and wave at me. Not a nice smile and wave, but the "keep playing this little game with me" smile-wave combo. "Give it a little more time," Lupita advised me while we went shopping a couple of days ago. "He wants you to give in first. Let him be the one to give up first." Lupita seemed confident in her advice, so I continued to follow it. Yesterday, a da

**"He just...apologized?" Not only is Paul in disbelief at the news, but I am, too. I sit on Paul's couch, playing with the sides of my coffee cup as I wait for him to say something else, but he just stares at me, mouth agape. Neither of us expected Sebastian to apologize for his behavior. Genuinely, at that. "It was after our meeting with the AFA. He pulled me aside and apologized. He claimed he was only trying to 'protect me.'" "From Alejandro?" Paul asks. I nod. "I don't know why. I think it has to do with their professional issues; Sebastian isn't too fond of the Quintanilla's." "And why is that?" I s

**When the journalist finally walks away, I let Sebastian have it."What the hell is wrong with you?!" I snap at him, making it apparent that I am far from happy."What do you mean?" He replies. Playing the dumb card isn't smart at this moment."Cut the bullshit, Sebastian." I look around, making sure no one is aware of our animated conversation. "Putting your hand on my hip like that? Are you crazy?""Really? That's what you're so pressed over?" he rolls his eyes. Temperamentally, at that. "Jesus Christ, just relax. It isn't a big deal.""It is a big deal! It might not be to you as you're trapped in your bub