~ SIMON
There I was, grinding against a blonde on a yacht in Ibiza. The bass from the shitty phone speakers thumped through the room. I watched my own hand grab her ass, watched her throw her head back, watched the whole scene like I was attending my own funeral.
"Jesus Christ," Jamie murmured beside me.
The video cut to another scene. Same trip. Different woman. This time I was gripping a redhead in a pool while someone off-screen yelled, "That's it!"
And then—because apparently this was my life now—I appeared on screen, saying: "I don't get why people need to be attached to someone twenty-four-seven. I'm perfectly happy alone. Actually, most things I enjoy, I prefer doing solo. My limit is two months. After that, I'm bored. There's a whole world of women out there waiting to be disco
