“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 begin to open my eyes and everything around me was still blurry. I blink a few more and found myself on top of my bed. I stare at the huge feet that were coming out from the end of my maroon colored blanket. I smile knowing that it's Gage's.


　　We were both naked. We both tired the fuck out of each other last night. I found myself sleeping next to him, one of his arm was behind my back and I didn't even know that I fell asleep on top of his chest. I look down at his body and take a clearer view of his hotness, his tattoos were so visible. There were a few that were so huge and some were so tiny. Damn that butterfly is really fucking huge.


CHAPTER 39: "Sunday"