“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 stare at the photo that Gage took on his Instagram. It was a photo of me in black and white, facing my back to him while I was on the jabecausezi. He just posted it three days ago and a lot of hate are already typed on it. Hate on me.


　　But the caption that Gage typed still makes me strong despite the hatred I've been getting lately.


　　He quote: "The view is pretty, but she's prettier."


　　The past days, Gage spent his four-day vacation with me in a private resort where he rented the entire place only for the two of us. So basically the entire resort was ours. He didn't want some people to take photos of me being with him. He wanted me to himself before he goes to Austria and he wanted the two of us to relax together. He was also planning on bringing me along with him but I have other plans in mind


CHAPTER 177 : "Im Sorry"