“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 was so confused on what I should do as I sit here on top of the toilet still locked inside this cubicle. I wanna go out of the bathroom. I wanna see if it's really Gage. I wanna know if it's really the Gage Stockholm that I've been looking for the entire night since I came here. But a huge part of me don't wanna be here while they have sex outside of the cubicle where I am.


　　I hear the sound of a belt unbuckling as it clangs as soon as it landed the bathroom floor.


　　"Bend over for me." He instructs.


　　My heart raced quickly when I heard the female moaning. "Argh God Gage you've got a huge cock." She moans.


　　"I know baby. Just shut up while I fuck you."


CHAPTER 77 : "Bathroom"