“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

　　My heart skipped a beat when I read her message over Twitter. I went totally blank for almost five seconds and then I tried to gather my thoughts up with me, recollecting the things that I have done when we were in Indonesia and I can't think of a single thing I did wrongly, aside from leaving her at the club after inviting her over that night.


　　My eyes reread the message she sent me over and over again because I can't believe that she want out from this thing we have. We just started off. We were already having fun. We were even having a good time then all of a sudden she want out that easily? Just like that?


　　@Gage_Stockholm: I don't understand.


　　@tate_kvngh: Then that's your problem if you don't.


　　@Gage_Stockholm: Why so suddenly? Why do you want out? What did I do Tate? Fucking tell me! Stop making me guess things! Tell me straight at my face what I did wrong.


CHAPTER 83 : "Confused"