“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 squeeze his hand tighter so he looks back at me. "Then don't try to hit them if you can't. You can always sing it differently. You don't have to be like Eli." I tell him.


　　He smiles ruefully. "All fans want to hear a part of Eli's."


　　"If you can't do it then don't. You can always be your own man and your own style. The fans will understand." I smile at him as I rub his chin.


　　Gage plants a kiss on my forehead.? "You always make me feel better."


　　I kiss his cheek. "And I'm glad I did."


　　When the concert started, I was standing along the VIP section. As usual, the concert was filled with so much fun and screaming. Tons and tons of screaming. I think it's even louder than Indonesia. I sing along with some of the band's songs. I sang, danced and threw my hands in the air. I was a diehard fan of my own boyfriend and it was a crazy-ass concert.


CHAPTER 170 "Cardiff"