“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

　　Gage begins to order what he wanted too and I was just busy looking at his heart-shaped lips while he was talking. I think it's kind of my crazy habit now, when he's not looking at me or even when he's looking at me, I love looking at his lips every time he talks. Sometimes I even get lost to it. I was looking at his defined jawline too, which was so visible from where I am. I loved how he'd clench his teeth and there's that muscle moving from his jawline which was cool.


　　"I guess that's about it." Gage says. "I already paid so don't need to worry about it."


　　He slightly moved closer to me and whispered really softly, "I know you don't have cash with you." He playfully grins before walking to a vacant table.


CHAPTER 62 The Game 2