one night stands and revolving chairs adam levine fan fiction

chapter 23

I was sitting on the plane on the way to Vegas on what was supposed to be a single guys dream birthday weekend. The only problem was that I no longer considered myself a single guy. I was in love with Shelby and about to be a father. I looked over at the guys who couldnt even wait to land before starting their drinking. They had each downed a couple of drinks while I sipped my orange juice and nibbled on a blueberry muffin. They were Shelby's favorites.

I knew Shelby was nervous about me going to Vegas, especially with these guys. After the breakup I started hanging with Kyle and Jack two roadies who were anti- manogomy. They had never had serious relationships nor did they want any. it was easier to drown my sorrows in booze and women with them. Blake was happily married and my bandmates were either dating seriously or trying to find woment to date seriously. Kyle and Jack were partiers and this weekend was supposed to be about parties.

I had not meant for this weekend to be about deep meaningful thinking or contemplating the true meaning of life. But there I was sitting on the plane doing just that. How had I let my life spiral so far out of control? how had I let myself feed in to all of the bullshit that the press said about me. I had truly let myself become that guy in those stories. I had slept with alot of women. Way, way too many women. Famous women, not so famous women.. I had said some despicable things. I had done interviews bragging about my promiscuity, I had even dragged Anne on to Howard Stern and exposed intimate details about our sex life. I was disgusting. It was no wonder Anne left me.

And now there was Shelby. Shelby had only had sex with one man before we met. She had been with him for a long time and was even planning to marry him. A lot of tequila brought us together in a chance encounter but now I was in love with her.. madly, truly in love with her. And she was in New York right now probably worrying herself sick thinking I was going to cheat on her. Before I boarded the plane I got a call from the doctors office. My tests were negative. I had been such a sleazeball I had to take an aids test before I could even have sex with my pregnant girlfriend.

Pregnant. i had gotten my girlfriend pregnant because i never wore condoms. And she was so afraid to tell me she was pregnant that she ran away. Why was she afraid? Because I was a fucking moron and made a stupid comment about dodging a bullet instead of discussing my true feelings with her. What a mess.

The plane landed and we werent checked into the hotel for ten minutes before the guys were dragging me off to the first club. The bartendar put a drink in my hand and I downed it quickly. then another, then another. I was trying to get in to the spirit of the evening but suddenly I just didnt feel much like celebrating.

"Time for your present birthday boy" A voice said from behind me. I turned around to find a blonde with long curly hair and the biggest breasts i had ever seen dressed in a lace teddy and holding a drink in her hand. The guys helped her push me to a couch in the back of the bar and she put the drink in my hand as the the guys shoved me back onto the couch. She straddled my lap and began grinding herself against me. The guys were clapping and cheering and she was grinding away and the camera flashes were going wild. I was sitting there with a drink in my hand and a sexy half naked woman on top of me and I was not arroused in the least.

"stop.. I'm sorry. I cannot do this..stop"

"Adam bro what is wrong with you?"

Nothing was wrong with me. Actually for the first time in my life I was doing the right thing. I was going to New York. Where I belonged.