“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 was having the hardest time of my life walking straight all alone being bumped by the people as I passed by them. I was already at the center of the dance floor when all of a sudden someone from behind me, grabbed my elbow so hard and pulled me back.


　　"Hey lady. You're wandering off alone." He tells me. Surely he's from here because he doesn't even have any accent on him. I can't even see his face but I was so sure he was gigantic because his height was hovering over me.


　　"I'm not alone." I pull myself away. "And I'm definitely not lonely."


　　"Hey hey..." He holds my hand. "How about you join our table?" He pointed.


　　I look back at him. "I told you I'm not alone." I pull my hand away from him but he's holding me tighter.


　　"Don't go. Please. It's just one drink then we'll let you go." I don't know if he's smiling or not but I swear to God he's a blond.


CHAPTER 184 "Drunk & High" 2