“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　By five in the afternoon, I rushed my way to my apartment and took a half bath. I began searching for something nice to wear for tonight. I pulled out all of my clothes from my cabinet, contemplating about what I was going to wear for my dinner with Dillion. I was thinking about going for a dress or something casual but sexy. I want to please him with how I look. I want him to remember me before he leaves New York.


　　Of course I'm fucking excited for dinner.


　　It's been seven months since I've deprived myself from going out to have dinner with the opposite sex and I think I should let myself hang out with Dillion since he's a very nice and respectable man. He is insanely hot too. Let's admit it, I'm awed by how gorgeous he is. Irresistible.


　　Me: Just got out from class. Is that dinner still on?


　　I began to put a light make up on just to look a little pleasing to Dillion.


CHAPTER 19 : "Dinner"