“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 ate lunch with Kendall inside her condominium after showering up, clearing my thoughts about Tate, what happened last night between me and mine dal and the things that I did with her. She ordered a few takeouts too and we ate silently.


　　I was still bothered why I came here, drove myself to her house and crashed here asking for her to drink with me then eventually ended up fucking together. Why did I even come here when I know it always end up sex with Kendall?


　　But Tate won't know that this even happened because she's not here. Tate won't know that I slept with someone else again. Tate won't know that I met up with Kendall. Tate won't this because I won't even risk on telling her.


　　I pulled my head up to her as soon as she calls out my attention and she tells me, "There was someone who sent you a few messages."


CHAPTER 142 "Regrets" 2