“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

　　We drove out from the restaurant and we were quiet the entire time he was driving his car. My thoughts were simmering through the things that happened at the restaurant a while ago and I still can't believe that this man is insanely huge. The traffic light was on red and we came to a stop. I exhale heavily while I kept my eyes looking out to the window.


　　"I'm sorry." We unexpectedly said in unison.


　　I move my head to him. "I'm sorry about Adam."


　　I exhale. "He's... He can be a bit... He's just a big ass jerk. Like, all the time."


　　"Yeah, that guy has a huge mouth. Annoying, sometimes."


　　"I didn't know you were a fucking huge photographer." I snapped. "You're known worldwide. You're a multi-awarded photographer. But I never knew who you really were."


CHAPTER 21 : "Fame"