~Same instrumental plays over in Adams car~

Adam's POV

"I wish you knew. No... I've had it all before. Fuck. No. I hate all these stupid lines."

I swear to God I hate writers block. And on top of that there's fucking traffic. Between the tour and making new music, it's safe to say that I've pretty much lost contact with everyone except for my iPod and my car. So I decided to take a drive down Hollywood Boulevard and stopped at a store. Wouldn't hurt to get some new clothes right? Right.

As usual the stupid paparazzi was around and after what seemed like an hour, but only turned out to be 20 mins of shopping I emerged and saw my car. Hit.

"HEY" I yelled to a young woman who I can't see from behind.

"Wait a second!" She gave me a nasty attitude as she was on the phone with someone, probably her insurance. "No I haven't left. Yes he's here-"

"EXCUSE ME" I yelled as i grabbed her phone and ended the call. "You want to tell me how you hit my car?"

"Did you just end the call! What the hell is wrong with you" She yelled back at me.

I had to admit. She was hella sexy. But apparently also a bad driver. 

"Are you going to explain anytime soon?" I asked again with my hands in my pocket trying to show off my buff arms. She fell for it. 

"I accidently backed into your car as I was walking into the jewlery store next door I was getting my ri-" she went on explaining.

"I don't really give a shit what you were doing. Do you know how expensive my car is? What are you a tourist?" I said a bit more harsher than I would have liked.

"You have to be fucking kidding me. For your information, Adam Levine, I am an attorney, and a great one at that. So you better watch yourself before I can have you in court and paying me every single penny you earn from your little This Love tour or whatever. Cause what? You keep banking on old singles, God knows your new stuffs weak. Your lyrics don't even mean anything anymore. SO if you want to keep acting like a celebrity hot stuff. please. keep it up." 

What the fuck. Did she just diss everything i had built in my life and just wait wait wait. I looked back in disbelief at this woman who was the first to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth straight to my face. 

"What's your name?" I said grabbing my phone.

"Faila Loi, would you like me to spell it out for you" she responded with a little more attitude this time.

"Yeah, and you know what to do with the rest" I said adding her in as a new contact. She was sexy, car hit or not, I was going to atleast get another chance with this girl.

"New contact? No i don't think so." She said catching on to my drift.

"Um, if you don't want me suing you. Add it. I won't make you pay anything. Just a date" I responded smoothly to her.

"You're a dog" she said as she entered her number into my phone.

"You can go now, I'll handle the rest" I winked to her.

Her jeans showed off her curves and when she walked away I couldn't help but lean back a bit and just admire her body. She turned around and caught me so I managed a guilty school boy smile and waved back.

I got back in my car and played the song again.

In the middle of Hollywood Boulevard. What am I doing on hollywood boulevard. Screaming at each other. Screaming. 

Wait- that actually sounded good. I continued with another little riff and got to my house before getting in and throwing my bag onto the floor. I looked at my phone and around the house. It was clean enough. I took my phone and pulled her contact up and hesistated a bit before just lightly placing my finger on her number and dialed. I exhaled sharply then she picked up.

"Hello?" she asked in a questioned tone. 

"It's me." I said too quickly. How the hell would she know who me was. 

"Adam" I added in quickly.

"Oh" she said sounding as if she sat down. "Do you need anything?"

"Do you want the truth?" I asked biting my lip.

"Yes"

"I kinda have a nice lunch here and would like. Actually, I need you to be here at my place in about 20 mins." I said closing my eyes tightly. Why was talking to her so hard.

"You're lucky. I was going to take my lunch break. Text me your address." she said hanging up.

I quickly texted her the address then slapped myself on the forehead. I didn't even have food in this damn house. I quickly whipped up some sandwiches. I broke out wine and failed to hear her walk into the house dropping her bag and laughing.

"Did you just make lunch?" She asked with an angelic smile. "Like, after we hung up?" 

How the hell did she know. 

"Um" I said running my hands through my hair. Fuck. She knew.

"This is cute" she said taking off her jacket, revealing her toned arms and I couldn't help but be stunned.  Everything about her body was so on point. From her lucious skin color to the burgundy lip she had. 

"I wanted to apologize about earlier today" I began and pulled out a chair for her. 

She smelt amazing. This lunch was going to be hard. Pun intended.

"It's okay. I was not paying attention" she giggled softly.

She went on to say something but I was lost in her eyes as she softly touched a curl that made it's way to the front of her face.

"Adam" she said softly. "You here?" 

"I'm in heaven actually" I laughed softly with her. 

Her eyes softened and I knew instantly whatever we were feeling it was mutual.

"Hey" I softly cooed to her. 

"Hm?" She said sipping the wine.

I lightly tapped her foot under the table and smiled at her.

"I'm sorry. I'm not a groupie" Faila said straigtening up and smiling.

"I know you aren't." I said balancing on my elbows. "Come here"

She leaned in close and closed her eyes allowing me to kiss her. Deeply. I didn't touch her, or else she would have left my house quite sore. 

I stood up and walked over to her side and picked up the sandwhich and began feeding her slowly looking at her eyes as she ate my food and smiled as she finished. I kissed her again and smiled slowly as our lips seperated.

"Come see me tonight, after work" I asked her our lips still entangled.

"I'll try" she said softly in between kisses.

I stood up with her and walked her to the door and watched as her car left and shut the door. I put my hands on my head and jumped up and down for joy and ran to the piano. I had to write about this... where to begin.