I smile at the cashier as I feel Seb's arm slide down my waist, his hand moving further and further down as the girl scans all of our snacks for the trip back to Seb's house.

I bite the inside of my cheek when his hand stops right against my ass, is he trying to kill me? If I had to live with someone with a face like yours, I'd try to kill them too, don't worr-that's it, I'm never giving you the capital.

Well, at this point we all knew that. Didn't we?

Shut it.

We're about half way there and I ran out of sour patch kids so I forced Seb to stop at the nearest convenience store.

I subtly grab his hand and move it to my lower back just for him to place it back on my ass like his hand is a negative magnet and my ass is a positive magnet. I roll my eyes before giving in and crossing my arms over my chest.

I told him I could come in here alone but he ignored me and got Goose out of the pickup, put the poor dog on a leash and brought him into the store. Thankfully pets are allowed and I even grabbed some dog treats and food for him, Seb got him a few toys to play with on the ride too.

"How will you two be paying?" the girl asks and the second I tell her that i'll pay with credit and take my card out I hear the small apple pay transaction going through sound and I take a deep breath. My eyes find the machine and I see Seb pulling his phone away from the scanner as the machine tells us the transaction went through.

I mean, more money for me?

"Thank you so much, have an amazing day." The girl flashes me a grin before her eyes trail down to the piece of paper she asked me for my autograph on. I missed this, I missed meeting people who are inspired by me in the most random places.

I grab the bag from her before shoving Seb's hand off my ass and handing him the bag, "have a good day," I smile and turn around as I watch Seb grab the bag in the same hand he's holding Goose's leash.

All that effort just so he can throw his arm around my shoulders and send me one of those cocky Seb grins I love so much, pulling me right to his side before his lips crash against my temple and place a small kiss.

"You love me," he says after seeing my unimpressed face and I fake scoff. This man has no goddamn idea.

Goose walks in front of us with his little tail wagging side to side as the automatic doors open, "put me in a good mood and we'll think about it," I murmur as my eyes meet his, he raises an eyebrow as his eyes flicker down to my lips while my arms wrap around his torso.

But before he could reply to my comment I heard a sound, a sound I haven't heard in a considerably long time and a small gasp of surprise leaves my lips. The shutter sound of multiple cameras taking pictures.

"Ms Madden, why did you turn down the annual show in New York coming up next week?" one of the paparazzi asked while taking many pictures, my hand fists Seb's t-shirt as I turn and bury my face into his shoulder. Shit.

He moves the arm around my shoulder so he can cover the side of my face as we both look down and continue walking, I look up slightly to make sure none of the paparazzi are making Goose uncomfortable and can't help the soft laugh that left my lips when Goose growled at the one man who tries coming closer to us.

I ignore the many questions about why I turned down the annual runway show I have always been opening in for years that takes place in New York. The agent provocateur had asked me to represent their brand this year. They're the partnership I secured when I was in New York for a while.

But I said no, because right now I can't leave Seb and frankly I don't want to. And there is always next year.

"How do you know Mr. Morales?" Someone asks and I roll my eyes. Why are they always asking the most rhetorical questions ever, me and him were walking out while he was kissing all over my face and they're asking how I know him. He's my bodyguard, duh.

Seb owns the biggest and best jewellery franchise out there so I'd say he's a hot topic, especially after I saw him on the cover of a fucking vogue magazine modelling his newest jewellery line.

So I would be able to say both of us are something of a model...

Nor Seb or I answer any of the questions thrown at us as we walk down the huge parking lot, "why the hell would you park the car so far?" I look up and glare at him before he glares back with a 'how was I supposed to know?' look which I chose to ignore.

"Abby, are you done with modelling? We haven't seen you out there in ages!" a woman asks from beside me and I move closer to Seb when she gets a little too close to me, this is why I respect reporters and press more than paparazzi. The difference between the three is so fucking huge.

Paparazzi will go to any lengths to get a picture or statement out of you while press and reporters understand there is that line they cannot and should not cross.

Seb's grip on me tightens as I reach down and grab the car keys from my purse and press the lock button to see how close we are and I almost cry out of happiness when the locking sound of Seb's pick up seems to be near.

I hate paparazzi with a passion, they always cross the line.

I fumble with the keys when the pick up comes into sight, "do you still struggle with eating, Ms Madden?" A man starts and I can hear all the cameras and the shutter sounds drop dead silent as my heart drops.

"Is that why you declined to walk the runway?" The shutter sounds increase and I feel Seb take a deep breath as if he's controlling himself from murdering the people right here right now. "Put your hands over your ears," he whispers to me and I slowly do as he says.

It blocks the sounds and questions but when they scream them it doesn't do much. "Rachel had told people Dior took your partnership away because you don't have the body you used to." I bite down on my tongue and hide my face more. She said that?

I don't? I thought I've been watching what i've been eating pretty well?

"He is fucking dead," Seb lets out a humourless laugh before I unlock the pick up and he swings the door open for me, quickly he opens the back door and Goose jumps in.

I grab the handle and am about to push myself up into the tall truck but before I could I felt Seb's big hands on each of my hips while he basically lifts me in, he goes to close the door but I grab his arm and cover him from the cameras.

"Amant no, you're only doing what they want." I tell him and he narrows his eyes. "I'm not letting him get away with saying that shit." He grits and I give him a small smile.

"I'm used to it, it doesn't bother me, please get in the car their screaming is scaring Goose" I look over my shoulder to see Goose lying on the three back seats with his paws over his eyes as his body practically shakes. I have no idea why but all the loud shutter sounds scare him.

He looks at his dog before his jaw ticks, "please Seb, let's just leave." I mutter and he sighs before grabbing my chin and placing his lips on mine. I ignore how the sounds of the cameras go louder in a second when they see us.

"I fucking hate people," he mutters before closing the door and walking around the car, I shake my head when Seb sends them the middle finger as he gets into the truck and starts it.

I'm so thankful for how tinted his windows are.

All the paparazzi move out of the way when Seb reverses and I watch as he puts the car back into drive before moving his hand so he can place it over my thigh, "you have anger issues," I mutter and wince before slapping his hand when he squeezes my thigh so damn hard.

The corner of his lip tilts up as he keeps his eyes on the road while I bend down and grab the treats we got for Goose, ripping the package open before grabbing a bone shaped treat.

"Why'd you turn down the show?" he asks and I gulp, if I tell him it was for him he'll murder me in my sleep because he'd hate me staying behind for him even though I'd rather be with him.

"Want a treat, baby?" I call in a light playful voice and Goose's head raises at the sound of me saying 'treat'. I act like I didn't hear Seb's question and he closes his eyes for a second longer, I hope he drops it.

I smile and put my hand out for him before he quickly grabs the treat, I look back forward right after petting him and putting the bag of treats back and getting my sour patch kids.

I need some candy after that interaction.

I pull my pale pink claw clip out of my hair before reaching over and clipping it onto a random part of Seb's grey sweats as he continues to drive. I do this a lot so it's almost normal for him.

My hand reaches into the pack of candy and I grab his favourite colour as an innocent smile finds my lips, "want a treat baby?" I ask him in the same tone I had just asked Goose in and his hand slips right under my mini skirt.

"It's nice and sweet," whisper moving the blue sour patch kid to his lips before he grabs it in between his teeth. "I'm having something so much sweeter tonight, Ximena." he mutters and my eyes widen when I feel the tips of his fingers brush against my lace underwear. His hand slips out of my skirt and I frown.

"Shut up Sebastian, our son is in the car." I playfully scold him but my whole body freezes after my own words run through my mind. You always set yourself up and then blame me, see I did nothing this time.

consy how dare you say his full name?

You little bitc-now let me deal with your mess.

"Look, a cow." I point outside at the lake before shoving a few gummy bears in my mouth so I can't speak anymore. A cow, really?

I look to the side when he doesn't say anything and his thumb just starts rubbing small circles on my thigh, "why are you smiling?" I ask him, confused.

"This is the first time I'm actually happy that Nico said he's taking Goose for the night, because fuck, mi vida," he pauses and looks over at me, those blue eyes of his run down my body and back up a few times as heat runs through every part of me, I feel heat everywhere and I mean everywhere.

I cross one leg over the other before grabbing one of my pink elastics from his cup holders and playing with it, "I can't wait to do everything and anything I want with you."

Lord save me, my man is going to-why are you asking god to help you, leave god outta' it.

Three hours, we've been driving for three hours and horny Seb has sadly left after my nap. What? I was so tired.

I even changed in the car while he was driving, out of my hot pink mini skirt and my white tank top into some basketball shorts of Seb's and a black t-shirt that might or might not belong to the man beside me.

Who knows.

I went from looking like Britney Spears to Adam Sandler in under a minute.

"How can you want to date me when I look like a man from toronto?" I blurt out while looking at myself slumped in his seat, bored to death.

He shrugs, "men from toronto look better than that, tesoro," he says like he's explaining to me while stopping at a red light and my mouth drops open, there is no way he said that toronto men look better then me right now.

"Don't touch me, we're over." I throw his hand off me and he just places it back where it was a second ago, I grab it and shove it off again as a small smile reaches his lips before he puts it back.

That was so offensive.

I slap his hand off, "mama's crazy Goose, mama is goddamn crazy." Seb looks at the dog through the mirror and I gasp. I am the crazy one? Me? He is the heartless murderer that loves being covered in blood all the time, and I'm the crazy one?

"Goose, don't listen to dadda, he's the crazy one, and we're getting divorced. Who do you wanna stay with." I glare at Seb as we slap each other's hands back and forth every time he tries placing his hand on my thigh.

Goose barks and I smile, "he said he wants to stay with me." I narrow my eyes and Seb sends me the most unimpressed look he's ever given me, it's a new record. Maybe I am a bit crazy but not more than him.

"Goose said he doesn't want his parents separating," Seb counters and I cross my arms as the light turns green.

"Then Goose's dadda has to apologise," I glare at him only for this man to laugh. I grab the sour patch kids and shove his least favourite colour into his mouth causing him to match my glare with his own. Suck on that, puta.

"Sorry, you perra," he grits and I smile. "Okay Goose, we're back together-" I stop when I see Goose asleep on the backseats and roll my eyes.

"You're forgiven, idiota," I lean back in my seat and grab his hand before interlocking our fingers and closing my eyes. "Wake me up when we're there, pendejo," I fake yawn and he hums as I bring his hand up and place a kiss on his busted knuckles.

The corners of my lips tilt up, god I love this man.