The Other Half [ON HOLD FOR REWRITE] / MAFIOSA

Chapter Ten

"Hurry up and put it in Sebastian!" I groan, quickly growing impatient.

He chuckles then leans over to my ear and whispers, "You might want to lower your voice, wouldn't want anyone to hear you scream my name. Well, actually I wou-"

I smack his arm, sending him a death glare.

"Don't you even finish that! Hurry and put the dollar in the vending machine Mr. Valdez or we'll be late for our flight." I turn on my heels as he gets his drink then begin walking towards our gate.

He jogs over to me and grumbles, "That wouldn't even be an issue if you had accepted going to Canada in my private plane."

This past week Sebastian has tried to convince me in taking us to Canada in his private plane but I kept saying no. Yes, I have my own as well but I do like to travel on a regular plane with other people, it's the experience I enjoy about it. But Sebastian just couldn't seem to understand that, he still can't!

Pinche cabeza dura.

Throughout this whole week, we've been texting and talking on the phone constantly, it's not even about work anymore. I've learned quite a bit about him this past week, well, when he's not annoying me and making sexual remarks. One thing I found out about him is that he likes to works out in two different ways; he either likes to go to the gym or play soccer, and apparently he's pretty good player. He also has two older siblings, that are fraternal twins, and a younger sister. It's nice to hear him talk about his family, although, he does seem to has some sort of problem with his father but I didn't pry, it's not place to know. Then when he talks about his friends, it warms my heart because you can see that he really cares for them and would do anything for them.

The Sebastian I talked and texted this past week is completely different from the one I've heard about, always being painted as a heartless sexy womanizer. Although he is a sexy womanizer, he's not heartless, or at least not with the people he cares about. There's more to him than this stupid "playboy" image he keeps up.

The question is, will he be like this in person? How long will this side of Sebastian stay?

"Alarice? Is something wrong? You're frowning." He asks me, concern covering his face.

I shake my head and find a seat by our plane's gate. "Nothing, just thinking about different ways to hurt you."

"It's funny how nothing is followed by something." He chuckles, sitting down next to me.

"GATE 45, FLIGHT TO VANCOUVER, CANADA. THE PLANE WILL NOW BOARD."

"That's our cue, lets go." I pat his leg, getting up to get checked in and my seat number.

"No mamen, apenas me senté." He mumbles, following behind me.

I give our boarding passes to the flight attendant who's wearing the most uncomfortable fake smile I've ever seen, it's kind of creepy honestly. She looks to be about 45 years old, give or take. Her red hair is pulled up in a tight bun that looks like it hurts, it pains me to even looking at it.

"Miss Guillermo, seat 21C. Mr. Valdez, seat 23G." She informs, handing our stamped passes to us.

"Wait, no. There must be some mistake. I should be seated next to Alarice." He slightly raises his voice carrying anger in it.

"Sir, there's nothing I can do." She glares at him then turns her head to look behind us. "Next please!"

"Are you-" I grab Sebastian's hand, sparks instantly shoot up my body, and pull him away from the flight attendant, taking him to the plane.