“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 quickly ran to Gage's door as soon as they were about to close it. Once it slammed at my face, I knew I had no chance of going inside.


　　I cursed at myself for still wanting to go beyond that door when I've already witnessed too much from a while ago.


　　But I won't be able to help myself if I won't know what they'll be doing inside Gage's room. It will bother me for the rest of my life if I won't know what is really happening there and what things they are already doing. I might sound creepy or clingy right now and I know I'm not his girlfriend, but from where I stand, I have the right to know. At least.


　　How can he welcome two random girls inside when he hasn't even let me in there?


　　I grabbed the knob and tried to open it. I slowly tried twisting it and to my surprise they were too drunk to lock it, I guess.


CHAPTER 79 : "Paraphernalia"