Free I See...Love (A Different Road Book 1) by Annalisa Nicole Page A

exactly what photo it will be, too, without even having to ask for confirmation.
    “How bad is it?” I ask.
    “For you?” he returns.
    “No, for Joss. I could fucking care less what they say about me, damn it. You have to know a little about how she’ll take it from being with Nina,” I reply.
    “If I had to guess, I don’t think she’ll handle it well,” he says.
    “Fuck,” I spit out.
    “You’re going to have to call…” Josh starts.
    “NO!” I roar back at him.
    Just when I finally make plans to be rid of the pain in my ass, otherwise known as Sebastien, I need him to fix yet another problem.
    FUCK!
    This isn’t a problem for me. I don’t fucking care what the tabloids or news reporters have to say about me. This is about Joss. Why is she under my skin? Why do I care what happens to her?  There are only three people in the world that I’ll go to the ends of the earth for, Kate, Stephen, and Josh. Everyone else can go fuck themselves. But now…Joss. Why?
    “Call him,” I say giving in.
    Josh takes my phone from the nightstand and pushes the button to speed dial Sebastien, then puts the phone in my outstretched hand.
    I put it to my ear and listen to it ring. I don’t fucking care that it’s not even five o’clock in the morning on a Sunday. He had better answer his goddamned fucking phone!
    “I see you have a problem you need me to fix,” he answers.
    Fucking asshole.
    The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as rage fills my insides. His voice alone sends me over the edge. But to have to call on him to do something for me, makes me livid.
    “Can you fix it, or not?” I ask.
    “Tsk, tsk, you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you,” he replies.
    Tsk, tsk. Who the fuck says tsk tsk?
    “Listen here motherfucker, you don’t feed me, and you never have. You’re a fucking leech, and you know it. When you’re out of here in two years, you’ll miss the compensation you get when you’re no longer the executor of my father’s will. You’ll actually have to go back to being the snake lawyer that you are,” I remind him.
    “I’ll handle it,” he says, then hangs up.
    You’re fucking right you’ll handle it.
    I pull the phone away from my ear and squeeze it so hard I hear the glass crack.
    Within the hour, there’s a knock on my front door. Sebastien walks in with four other men carrying the garbage tabloids.
    “It’s handled. It’s like it never happened. Although, I couldn’t control what was already happening in the farmer’s market. I got word that your little girl toy just left in a tizzy. I have men on the way to the farmer’s market to handle it.”
    “Load these in the car. Josh, take me to Joss’s house,” I order.
    It takes only a few minutes for the magazines to be loaded and we’re on our way to Joss’s. I’m not even sure why I feel it necessary to give them to her.
    “There’s her van,” Josh says. “She’s got rats on her tail,” he continues.
    Fucking paparazzi.
    “Shit!” Josh yells.
    “What? What’s going on?” I ask.
    “She’s trying to get into her garage. One of them is hot on her tail snapping photos,” he says.
    “Get his fucking ass and teach him a lesson!” I yell.
    Josh stops the car and quickly exits. I step out of the passenger seat and listen. There’s a small scuffle, and I hear what sounds like a camera hitting the ground and smashing into several pieces. Then I hear the sound of Joss’s garage door closing. Other cars start to pull up with more paparazzi. They rush over to me and start snapping photos. I get back in my car, which has heavily tinted windows. Good luck, fuckers, you can’t get any photos of me through them.
    I hear Sebastien’s raspy smoker’s voice have a conversation with the rats outside my door, then car doors open and close and vehicles start to head back down the street. If Sebastien is good at anything, it’s that he’s good at cleaning up messes. Josh knocks a knuckle on the glass three