“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

　　His brows creasing. I bite my inner cheek as tears began to fall from my eyes. I didn't wanted to cry in front of him because it shows him that I'm weak. But here I am standing in front of him, crying like a stupid little girl.


　　"Why don't you just admit to yourself that you're jealous every time I'm with other men? What's so hard to even say that?" I ask him.


　　"I'm not jealous!" He said firmly, almost yelling at my face. "Who do you even think you are to make me feel jealous? Just because we're fucking doesn't mean I'm already that attached to you Tate. You're thinking way too much."


　　"I just don't want you to be fucking around with other men because I don't want you to get any disease and then sharing it with me." He added.


CHAPTER 136 "End" 2