“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

　　By six fifty-seven in the evening, someone rang my doorbell. I hurriedly walked to it and fixed myself first before opening it.


　　There stands Eli with a huge smile on his face and a bottle of wine on his hand. "Hi. I'm three minutes early." He says.


　　I chuckle. "Hey. It's fine. Come in." I widened the door for him and he walks inside my house.


　　"Wow. You have a lovely home Tate." He complimented.


　　"Ah, thanks. I haven't been here since... I don't know.. June?" I shrug. "I'll take that wine?"


　　He hands it to me and accepted it with both hands. "I haven't done making the pasta though. Is pasta fine with you?" I asked.


　　"Sure. Let me help you around the kitchen."


　　I hear his footsteps following me to the kitchen and as soon as I placed the wine inside the fridge, Eli was already standing by the kitchen counter. "I didn't know you cook." He says.


CHAPTER 187 : "Timing"