“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

　　Fuck. How am I going to leave now??I cursed.


　　Suddenly a knock came in the bathroom which made me jump away from the door.


　　"Is someone inside?" A female's voice from the other side of the door called out.


　　"I think someone is taking a pee." Another female's voice answered.


　　"Ughhh I've been dying to take a wee." The other girl answers.


　　A continuous knock came by the door.


　　"Hello? I really need to take a wee? Could you hurry up please?" The doorknob kept twisting from the outside.


　　I take a deep breath in and finally decided to open the door. Once it was wide open, all eyes were on me. Gage was still there and he was standing with three other girls who wore provocative clothes. They looked at me eagerly with their brows archer and my eyes were trying to avoid from making eye contact with Gage. But that would be suspicious if I was doing that so I moved my head to him.


CHAPTER 72 "Backstage" 2