“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 reminded quiet and finally answered her, "He doesn't love me Monique. He can't commit and he's too afraid to commit to something serious."


　　I laugh at her. "Let's just eat ice cream peacefully without talking and thinking about Gage please?"


　　She begins to breathe heavily. "Argh..."


　　"What.. Pfft... What's up with you?" I ask, feeding myself with the ice cream on my spoon and laughing at her because she sounds like having sex on top of my couch.


　　She continues to moan a little louder now, "Fuck it hurts so bad I swear." She moans, as she grasps onto her bump.


　　My eyes landed on my couch. "Fuck! Your water broke!" I exclaimed, standing up from my couch.


　　She gasps as soon as she felt too. "I pissed on your couch. Shit... Arghh... I'm sorry."


　　"It's fine. Oh my god. Shit. I need to call Dillion." I startled as I ran to my room to get my phone, my hands were even shaking.


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