“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 crossed my arms again and tried to accept his deal. "Okay. Deal. Let's hear your ever corny knock knock jokes." I smirk.


　　He shifts to his side so he could take a good look at me. Gage kept that smug look on his face and he looked like he was gonna win this thing but I won't let him. Though it's easy to profess my love for him but I couldn't do it with them around. It's too embarrassing even if I know for myself that I really do love him.


　　"Knock knock." He smiles with his teeth showing. Oh he's too sure that he's going to win this little bet.


　　"Who's there?" I arched an eyebrow.


　　My eyes narrows as I look at him.


　　"I'm owl yours." He rested his chin on my shoulder while he smiles adorably.


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