“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

　　The bottle's now half empty and I think both Kendall and I are already a bit drunk.


　　I watch her as she began to close her eyes, biting her lower lip, holding the half-emptied glass of liquor in hand slightly raising it while she continuously sway her hips sexily.


　　I watch as the escaping tendril of her hair fall into her face, slightly covers her cheeks, then her lips begins to widen into a bright happy smile.


　　Kendall opens her eyes and stares at me, still swaying that hip which is luring me then she smiles. "Remember this song Gage?"


　　How could I forget? We fucked for the first time through this song on repeat for two hours.


CHAPTER 140 "Wrong Move" 2