Ian Somerhalder: A Twisted Love Story

Chapter Three

Mia and I couldn't stop giggling on our way up to Ian's hotel room. When the elevator made it to the top, it opened into a large, open concept living room/kitchen.
"Holy crap," Mia squealed.
"Mr. Somerhalder & Mr. Wesley will be up shortly. Please make yourselves at home. Is there anything I could get you to drink?"
"I'll have an apple martini," Mia ordered.
"Umm, I'll just have a water." When she left the room I turned to Mia, "a martini? It's not even 2pm yet."
"I won't survive this sober and it's five o'clock somewhere." We go into the bathroom to freshen up. When we're finally decent, we snoop around to see Ian's messy room with things thrown all over the place. The elevator dings, and we rush into the living room.
As the doors open, Ian, standing in front and center, looks straight into my eyes with his. He says something softly, but I couldn't hear what it was. I feel my body begin to tingle, and my arm quickly catches goosebumps.
"Hello ladies," Paul says, pushing Ian out of the way.
"I hope we didn't keep you waiting long," Ian adds.
"I requested lunch that Mr. Somerhalder ordered. I hope everyone likes fish," his assistant asks.
"Fish is Nicole's absolute favorite."
"Mine too," Ian smirks. The waiter comes in quickly, and once the food is set on the table Ian's assistant leads him out, closing the door behind them. Lunch is pretty quiet, Paul and Mia are too awkward too say anything, and Ian can't keep his eyes off of me. I blush the entire time. Mia can't stop pounding martinis, and getting more tipsy by the minute.
Once we finish, we all make our way towards the living room.
"So," I say trying to break the silence, "where should we go first on your tour of Oregon?"
"Oh what about the Portland Japanese Garden?" Mia suggests.
"I love the Garden. Do you guys want to go?"
"Sure," Paul replies.
"Umm, you know I'm feeling a bit tired. Why don't Paul and Mia go ahead, and we'll meet up with them?"
"Ian," Paul snaps, "I don't think Nicole wants to wait around for you all afternoon. Do you?"
"I don't mind, Mia?"
"Then let's go Paul!" Mia says. She can barely walk in a straight line right now, but she struts out the door, dragging Paul. Paul let's out a groan and follows. I think he'd rather be with his girlfriend, Phoebe, right now then sightseeing with a half sober fan.

~Read Chapter 4 for more~