“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 roll my eyes at my phone once I read his message. "It wasn't just leaving me at the club you bastard." I say to my phone.


　　"And you're talking at your phone like that because?"


　　I pulled my head up to find Monique serving me my favorite big burger delite. She sits in front of me, "I'm still mad at you."


　　I pout. "I'm sorry. There was an emergency back home. It was urgent." I lied.


　　"Almost a week since you texted me. At least you could've informed me that you weren't around New York because I already called 911. I thought you went out missing or worst you were kidnapped!" She exclaimed.


　　"I'm so sorry for making the preggy worry." I sweet talked her. "And you really didn't have to call 911, Nique."


　　"Well I did because you were nowhere to be found the past few days and I didn't get any message from you." She sighs.


　　I smile as I take a sip from my juice.


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