“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

　　And that scares the living shit out of me.


　　Suddenly Gage shifts, and his huge hand makes its way across my stomach then to my waist and he draws me go against him until my back is pressed to his chest.


　　I'm spooning him. No wait, he's spooning me. Or whatever way it is. We're spooning each other. He's this close to me and he always make my heart beat uneasy. Breathe Tate.


　　"Is this okay?" He asks and his voice is so close to my ear that makes my heartbeat skip even four times faster.


　　I try not to be bothered about the fact that he's making me horny right now.


　　"Good." He says with his deep voice.


　　"because I've been in need of someone to cuddle with for days now." He says and felt him kissing the back of my head.


CHAPTER 92 "Spoon" 2