“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 groan. "Well we aren't insensitive. We just wanna know what you're mad about so we can talk it over clearly. You know, so I can hear your side and you can hear my side of the story. The more you make us guess for our mistakes, the more fight there will be."


　　She moves her entire body to face me, "And you're telling me that you're fighting with?"


　　"Tate, is it?" She arched an eyebrow.


　　I slowly nod. "She's mad at me before we left Indonesia. She even went back to New York on her own without telling me about it. I asked her what I did but she said she'd be too embarrass if she was the one who'll say it."


　　"What? Did she caught you cheating?" She arched an eyebrow at me.


　　"What?" I spat. "I... I didn't cheat." I lie.


CHAPTER 84 "Confused"