“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

　　I bent my head down and felt my lips beginning to smile. "Alright. Call me."


　　I hang up and exhale heavily out from my mouth. I stand in front of the mirror, take my mask off and I kept my eyes glued on my reflection.


　　"Why are you so nervous? Didn't you want to meet him already? You've been wanting to see how he looked like right? Now why do you feel like you're backing out?" I ask me.


　　I begin to walk out of the bathroom and searched for Monique. I went back to where I left her and she looked at me a did she's annoyed.


　　"Tell me what the hell is wrong with you exactly Tate?" She asks me.


　　"Do you remember that British guy I told you before? The one I met on Omegle?" I ask her.


　　She gapes. "What the actual fuck did you mean by he's here? Like he's here?here?"


　　"Here. Here in New York. He just arrived in New York a few minutes ago. WTF."


　　Her mouth was still open. "Holy fuck!"


CHAPTER 26 Feb. Thirteen