James Blunt POV
Woke up this morning thinking about last night. Lisa was already up making breakfast in the kitchen. I decided to take a shower since I needed one. I'm currently in California for a bunch of appearences. I always hate doing these appearences by myself so I always invite my mates to join knowing they would make fools out of themselves. I met Lisa last night. She literally threw herself at me so I'm a guy ofcourse I liked it. Thinking about it now, if she were to wear anything less she might aswell be walking naked. I always took home a girl for the night and leave before they wake up but not with Lisa. I surprisingly enjoyed last night. I mean the appearence was alright I guess. I got out the shower and stared at myself in the mirror. Damn I look bad. My neck is full hickies from last night luckily my hair looks better now. I put on my tracks and sprayed deoderant since you can still smell alcohol and weed in the hotel room. I went down stairs to check up on Lisa. There she was standing in my Cher shirt. She looked good. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and waited for her reaction. I knew she got a little fright. " Sleep well ? " she asked. " Yeah. You ? " I replied. She came over to me where I was seated by the counter so I could get a good look at her from behind. " I can feel you staring at me. You like the view or what is it eh ? ". Her comment caused a smirk on my face. " Just thought you look good. The whole no pants are the best pants suits you " I said kissing her neck. I heard her moan my name. She pushed me away and went to the fridge pouring us orange juice. She was a tease.
After breakfast Lisa started packing while I had to run down to my manager for a confirmation I needed. I got back up, expecting to see her. No, she already left. I went up to my bedroom when I saw a note on the kitchen table. It was from Lisa.
I already left.
Thanks for last night.
P.S. check on your bed ;)
Lisa x
I went up to my bedroom when I saw she left her black lace lingerie she wore last night on my bed with condoms. Smiling at her little gift she left me I decided to head downstairs to my mates and see what they're up to. I grabbed my phone. I opened the door when I saw my mates smoking weed. Dean texted me earlier this morning to pay them a " little visit " as soon as Lisa left. So here I am. Our " little visits " always consist of smoking weed and then being high and emptying beer bottles. I have another appearence tonight. My last one in California then my mates & I are headed to Ibiza. I've never been there before but they say its not bad though.
On our flight to Ibiza I saw something I have never seen before. She was beautiful. Different. Sitting next to Johnny. I just had to make a move. It was now or never. I texted Johnny asking him if its possible we could swop seats. " Yeah sure man. Get her tiger ;) ". His reply immediatly made me feel confident. This is it. Johnny acted asif he didn't like the seats because they were "uncomfortable ". I don't think she fully believed it but whatever. " So you're headed to Ibiza ? ". I asked her trying to start a conversation. She just nodded which made my ego drop with immediate effect. She looked up to me with an apologetic look in her eyes with a bit of sadness. She recognized me immediatly but didn't make a huge fuss over it. I liked that. She looked asif she hadn't slept in days. Worried, sad, broken yet she's trying to hide it. " Simona ". Her name is Simona. Perfect.
Simona.
We laughed at eachothers jokes the whole flight. It felt good. She was down to earth. She wore a Texas sweater and leggings. Her eyes had bags underneath. I saw the cut marks on her arm when she noticed she quickly pulled her sleeve to cover it. She had a forced smile at first but I guess she started to feel comfortable. I hope so.
She had a story. A story I'm dying to know. I didn't want to force her to say anything but I really did want to know the story behing her baggy eyes and slit wrists.
