Ellyreiv

“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 hit the doorbell continuously that I think I just break it, as I nervously kept glancing at my watch. It's already one in the morning but who cares about how late it is? I began to knock too but no one's responding to it.


　　"Fuck." I cussed. "Open up." I knock again.


　　I quickly pulled my head up as soon as I see the door swinging open and she looks at me in shock but I know that I woke her up.


　　"Hey." I greeted.? "Did I wake you?"


　　She gazes at a clock,?probably, hanging inside her living room. "It's late, what are you doing here?"


　　"And.... You're here because?" She asks, fixing her silky pink night gown, showing off her beautiful long legs by that skimpy panty-like silky shorts.


　　I try to smile. "Looking for someone to drink with me."


CHAPTER 139 : "Wrong Move"