“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

　　"Could you please just tell me why I woke up inside your hotel room with you? I need to know what happened to me last night. It's bugging the fuck out of me." I continued to say.


　　He exhales heavily. "If you're concerned about us sleeping together, we didn't. We slept on the same bed but we didn't do it."


　　"We were in the same club last night. I was out partying with a few friends then when I went to the bathroom I saw you coming out from the females. I tried to call your attention but you walked away and didn't seem to hear me." He begins to narrate.


　　What the fuck I didn't even remember that.


　　"So I searched for you everywhere in the club and found you so drunk with a table full of men. They were taking advantage of you Tate. Don't you even remember that?" He asks.


CHAPTER 186 "Saviour" 2