“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 pull myself away from him and he slightly releases me too, brushing his huge hands down my arms but still he was looking at me ruefully.


　　"I'm just protecting your privacy." He says to me. "And you know that."


　　Shit, why the hell do I even feel like crying? My tears are filling my eyelids. Damn it. This is so stupid right now. Getting jealous over his fans when I know they're more important to him than me. I can't possibly be getting jealous over petty things like him talking to his fans and he can't with me. But what can I say? I can't help it. I can't stop my feelings from getting jealous.


　　"It just makes me feel less important when you don't talk to me like how you treat everyone else. But it's fine." I add.


CHAPTER 111 : "Teddy"