“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

　　My head quickly moved to my left and my jaws dropped to the ground with who I'm seeing. From his incredible jawline that structures his face perfectly, to his prominent eyes that sparkles against the traffic lights with his long eyelashes that even compliments his hazel eyes, to his petite nose and the simple studs that he's wearing in his ears. His whole face is wonderful. Truly. I'm still gaping as I look at him. My eyes travels to his hand held onto the stirring wheel where he's wearing a gold watch.


　　"Those paps are trailing your ass." He chuckles after speaking with his thick British accent.


　　"Oh... My god." I said breathlessly.


　　The fact that he has almost the perfect teeth --- just this one little crooked tooth in the middle already makes me think that it's totally unbelievable that he's really this good looking!


　　"You're Eli Cross." I almost gasped.


CHAPTER 164 "Take Care" 2