Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

Lady Killer

"Okay okay!" I yelled at Adam, groaning at the end. "They were the best blue berry pancakes have ever eaten in my entire life I swear on it. God smite me here and now if any lie has escaped my lips within the last ten seconds.! You happy?"

He sat across from me, giving me a smug look. "Satisfied."

He looked at his nails, seemingly boed.

"You're impossible." I huffed.

I looked down at the plate I devoured. Six plate sized pancakes, five pieces of bacon, three slices of toast, and two large glasses of orange juice.

I slipped Kap, who was laying next to me on the long booth seat, my last two pieces of bacon.

"How can you afford to eat like that?" He asked me.

I raised a teasing eyebrow at him.

"I uh- I don't mean anything like that." A slight redness tinted his cheeks.

I leaned back in my booth, crossing my arms, urging him to continue.

"I just meant I've dated a couple models before and they are always so G*d damn picky on what they eat. It was refreshing to see someone pig out," I opened my mouth to say something, "and don't you DARE say you didn't pig out." He motioned to my four empty plates.

I shut my mouth and blew raspberries at him.

He chuckled, "So mature."

A young, probably 19, blonde waitress brought or check over. Her eyes skipped me and landed on Adam. Typical.

"Your bill, sir." She put her hand on his shoulder and slid it down.

I scoffed.

"Thanks." He smiled politely.

She bent over the table, using her arms to push her breasts out of her shirt even more, and tried to smile seductivley at him.

"Let me know if I can be of any more," She whispered, pausing, dragging her hand on him under the table. I don't even wanna know what she touched. "Service." She finished.

I laughed aloud at her attempt to be sexy, how pathetic. Could she not recognize the famous man in front of her? Even if he had glasses and a beanie on?

She turned and glared at me. "No need to be jealous hunny."

I titled my sunnies down to look at her. "Please love, I see nothing to be jealous about, you clearly don't posses any amount of class. So f*ck off before you really piss me off and I kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try." She said as she grabbed my sleeve, roughly pulling me out of the booth.

I managed to steady myself in time to see her throw a fist my way, I grabbed it and twisted, effectively hearing the wrist snap as my other fist connected with her face twice. I can't say I didn't enjoy the sickening cracks on the second hit. I spun her un broken wrist behind her back like a chicken wing. I bent her forward to where she was met with a growling Kap, they were less than an inch apart. I would have been afraid he would attack if I was anyone but me.

She was screaming to let her go, and for someone to call the police. I figured she had learned her lesson so I pulled out a business card and stuck it in her back pocket.

"Call that number to pay for the plastic surgery your face is going to need." I spat and flung her to the side of me.

Now I didn't plan the next part, but I like to let Adam think I did for my own benefit.

She flew face first into the dessert cart, effectively slamming her face into a chocolate cake. I don't think I have ever heard someone scream so loud before. I stuck my finger in my ear and shook it around. I looked over to see a shocked Adam, not moving.