“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

　　"Let's talk about it. Please. But not here." Gage sounded like he's pleading.


　　"What's there left to talk about? You don't need to explain anything. We're not together and you're not my boyfriend." I hissed.


　　"Then at least let me clear things up by telling me why you were so mad at me. What did I do?"


　　"You can't. You can't clear things up because you've ruined it." I spat.?


　　I look past his shoulder and there's already a man waiting for him to go inside. He looks passed his shoulder too then before I can protest to leave him already, he takes my hand tightly and leads me to his gigantic tent.


　　I pull my hand away saying, "I said I don't wanna be around you."


CHAPTER 89 : "Tent"