“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

　　Her jaws was still slightly dropped open until she finally recovers from it too. She slightly shakes her head sideways and looks back at me again. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. It's been almost three years since I talked to her.


　　"Mommy!" A little girl's voice cuts me off.


　　I moved my head to the little girl behind her as she runs towards Anastasia. She had a long curly hair like mine, but in blond like Ana. From where I stand, I see her eyes were shades of bluish-green. It was truly remarkable. She looked adorably cute. She holds the hand of the little girl that was already standing next to her and my eyes beamed wide when I dropped my eyes to Anastasia's stomach.


　　"Daddy's already waiting inside the car. Cmon let's go." The little girl says.


　　Anastasia travelled her eyes back to me and slightly smiled. "I'm sorry for bumping you. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry."


CHAPTER 125 : "Anastasia"