“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

　　When we finished having dinner, we got back inside his car and started driving right away. He asked me where I wanted to go next but I really wanted to go home.


　　"Tate?" He calls while his eyes were set on the road.


　　"Do you remember how we met?" He asked with a grin.


　　"Football straight on my head." I pointed to my head and he laughs.


　　I ended up laughing too as I remember it.


　　"And do you remember how I met you again one night while I was on my way to Dan's party?" He asks.


　　"You hailed my taxi cab then you sat on my lap." He grins evilly.


　　I snorted. "Hey on my defense, I didn't know there was someone who sat there."


　　"But I'm glad it happened. I met you and we became good friends." He says.


　　"We're still good friends right?" He asks.


　　"I mean after we've been through, we're still good friends right?" He assures.


CHAPTER 49 : "Baby"