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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA RENÉE**
FRIDAY"We need to talk."My voice was cold and void of any sentiment, exactly what he earned.He shook, squinting his lids while glancing for a few seconds.His eyes held so much hurt. He should've considered all this before fucking Eva.I led the way and he followed. We got to another class it's the same one he tried to kiss me in.I kept my hand down jostling the irritating thoughts low while striving hard not to smack him."That stunt you pulled during lunch..."I trailed off fuming with anger, he drooped his head. Of course. What in heaven's name could he use as a defence."Let's hold off on what you pulled at lunch today. First off, the reason why we are at this point at all. You cheated. I'm not sure I've said it your false without any bull shit to cover things up, so I'm saying it now. You fucking cheated on me. We were in a relationship, you had sex with another girl. ThatRelated chapters
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**CAMILLA RENÉE**FRIDAY NIGHT.I didn't even know that shirt still existed, Dylan didn't strike me as the type of guy who would keep a shirt for over two years.Unless he bought one like that. Exactly like that.I remembered how it looked. Dylan rarely puts on anything else other than a black shirt, but this one had a grey lining from each side down till the hem of the shirt.Maybe he had more than one of it.I know it's just a shirt to him, but this particular one held a lot of emotions and memories for me. I snapped out of my trance the moment I realised I was staring at him wordlessly. Even if I tried to act like it wasn't affecting me, I would fall woefully at it."Camilla...." He sounded worried. Why wouldn't he be? I'm acting like an obsessed lover or a confused student, staring at him like I saw a ghost. I cleared my throat and shook my head a little."I'm sorry, I was thinking about something.""Clearly...." He tr
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CAMILLA RENÉEMONDAY.I retracted as many steps as I could, maybe five or six. It still didn't feel enough, his presence still crowded my senses and this wasn't in a good way. The goal was to create as much space between us as I could. His goal was to make me cower in fear. That has always been his motive. I keep letting him though. Stupid. Dumb. Scared. Camilla. The more steps I retraced, the more steps he took to close the gap, plummeting all my efforts at getting away from him. Meanwhile, that mini attack was building up quickly, creating this huge lump in my chest. I didn't mean that figuratively, maybe it's just in my head but I still found it difficult to draw any breath. I'm sucking in as much as I can, but it's hard. It's hard.Still, I kept moving backwards. He did the opposite and a hand flew to my chest.One more step behind and my back hit something strong. A human wall if you may.
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Living With The Player Author's Note
Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
Living With The Player EPILOGUE 02 - The Finality
CAMILLA RENEE LINCOLN MEMORIAL. It's three pm and there's hardly anyone around. I can't see Harper or Dylan. I'm inside the memorial. My phone began ringing again. "You listened. Now keep walking. You'll get your reward soon." "What do you want?" "You. Forever." He answers in the same computerized voice. Me? I thought his obsession was Dylan. After seven years, he's still psychotic. "W-What are you talking about? Why won't you leave me the fuck alone?" I step forward, checking around. "I can't, even if I tried," I furrow my brows. "Where is Dylan?" "Closer." I shiver "Why did you take him? What do you want?" "I told you, Darlin, you and I. Forever." I search the entire place. It's no longer scanty. It's empty now. Completely empty. I walk out and try trailing the surrounding. Even security has vanished. Wait, a minute. Dylan calls me Darlin. Did Harper take that up now? Has he gotten even more crazy? "Have you figured it out yet?" "Dylan." I whisper. "Darlin."
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CLAIRE MITCHELL Sixteen days. So much has happened in over two weeks. So much has changed. Before I'd be begged to shut up, now everyone keeps gawking and idling for a word or two out of me.My parents flew out of Cal-U yesterday. They did their best, but I wasn't ready yet. Dylan's mother got close though. All she did was hug me and I sobbed.Yesterday I saw him. Camilla's ex. He knew about everything, so I choose to give the doctor's words a chance and then open up about this entire shit.So here I am, sitting across from him, peaking at his notepad while he scribbles my first and last name."If I gave you a choice between your blood and the one person you loved, who would you pick?"He gawks in shock. Half expecting me to keep quiet throughout. "Is that why you're withdrawn? Because of what Harper did to Dylan?"I chuckle."No. Of course now. I just don't see a reason to talk much unlike before. I'm curious, so I'm asking.""No. You're trying to convince yourself that you're nobod
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MIRANDA COSGROVESATURDAY.“The audacity of you to come here! You animal!”I shriek, knocking my nose, which forces me to step back. “Why does everyone keep hitting me today?”Rocking my head, I disregard the comment he made and what he might mean. He deserves all the punches in the world. “Get the fuck out of my dorm. You better not try to speak with Camilla. Not after what happened. I refuse to let you get close to her.”Shoving a finger in his face, I propped my shoulders to seem taller and more intimidating.“Where is Camilla? Dylan came to my place screaming about how I tried to get her into the dorm. I came back here to make sure she was okay. He got a call and ran off. Have you seen her?”My bag drops to the floor and I panic.“What? He hasn’t found her? He hung up, and I thought, maybe...”I lower my knees and retrieve my cell, dialling Dylan’s number first. Straight to voice mail. I did the same to Camilla. Voice mail.What the hell is happening?“What did you do? What did y
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DYLAN EMERTONSATURDAY.The shot landed beside Camilla's leg, making a dent in the wood. I saw my entire life through my eyes, and Camilla was the only thing I could see.I almost lost her. Harper would've shot Camilla if I hadn't howled. The bullet was inches away from hitting her."I do not have all day D. I would've opted for initials, but they both have Cs."His goons all laughed as he waved the gun in the air. I stomped forward, lifting my chin."You almost hurt her. I would have killed you!""Aww D, we're brothers, remember?"He clicked his tongue, then lifted the gun again."Enough stalling. Choose."I eyed both of them. My family. My whole life. I love them both. I may not love them. I'd be a fool to deceive my brain by saying I loved both of them at the same level. Camilla means more. Camilla will always mean more. But that does not justify killing my cousin. I can't live with that. I'm done thinking about just my needs.She has friends. Parents. May have a boyfriend who also
Living With The Player Everything To Lose [II]
DYLAN EMERTONSATURDAY"You had her for two days, give or take! You couldn't allow me to spend a day with her!"I check the ID. it's unknown, but I recognize Miranda's voice. I'd figure out how she got my number later. "What are you talking about?" The more obvious question."Well, Camilla texted, "I had to run." I assume she's with you?"My brows knit together. "She isn't here."Standing up from the bed, I toss a T-shirt on, alarmed."How long was that text?""About three hours ago, I had to watch the movie. Now I can't reach her, and I called you to rant. You better not be fucking again!""Miranda slow down. I haven't seen Camilla since this morning.""Huh? But she texted me that...""Maybe she's at the dorm?""No. I called the landline there. No one answered."My heart skipped a pace."Dylan?""Wait a minute, Camilla never texts in full with me. Much less use words like "Run" Why am I just noticing this?"My heart jumped at another one."I think something happened." No shit. "Whe
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CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY."You scent, It's better than I ever imagined."Dylan grunts fill the entire room as he kisses me up to my thighs, snugging his nose over my skin and then pressing his mouth on my inner skin.I moan, giving little regard to how loud I must sound, or who might be attracted to what we were doing.I'm clad in my panties only, which soon meet their fate on the floor. Dylan steps away, holding my gaze as he makes quick words of his shirt.Kneading my legs, I crawl to the edge of the bed, attempting to reach his belt buckle.He passes me a knowing look, chuckles, and then tosses his head back, allowing me room to his body.I peel the pants off his skin, reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs.His hands meet mine and he halts that movement."Not yet."He grumbles, concealing his head in the corner of my neck."Lay back."His gentle commands ring in my ears. Obeying, I straighten my legs and return my back to the bed, all without breaking his gaze.Smirking, he be
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CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY."How fucked up do you reckon the outside world is now?" Dylan dissembles the subject for a few seconds."We've been in isolation for twelve hours give or take? I'd like roughly two per cent more."Simultaneously, we break into laughter."What do you expect to do after graduation? P. I or you're going to work for a firm?""Well Darlin, I like my space, so I don't think I'll be under any company. I'll freelance." A delicate smile jerks my lips."Don't you think it'll be stressful? Having all those limited resources?""I'm very resourceful."He soothes me, pressing several kisses on the side of my head."And you? What are you going to do?""Hospitals. I want to work in a hospital. I'll be able to reach and help more people that way.""But that's a long time from now, we still have three-plus years to go. A lot could occur""You'd expect to change career paths?"He taunts. I shrug both shoulders."No, I'm just striving to keep an open mind. I infer my house got destro
