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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA RENÉE**
KINGSTON HIGH.It's fall so the weather's only going to get colder. With the arson case laying down, for now, I got up slightly better than the previous day.The only thing weighing me down was Dylan. Our conversation early this morning.Ugh.After getting dressed, I threw my legs down the stairs, turning my head through the entire living room to catch a glimpse of everyone at the same time.They were all seated at the dining table.My parents. Dylan's. Blake of course. Then weird me strutting towards them.Hopefully, Dylan changed his mind about playing. I"Good morning,"I murmured to their hearing, pulling a seat for myself.They acknowledged in their way and we ate in silence. Blake didn't speak a word other than nodding his head.I heard one stair creak, my head snapping in that direction.Dylan was strolling down the stair slowly, he had a heRelated chapters
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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.
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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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CAMILLA RENÉEEIGHT YEARS LATER.WILLIAMS MEDICAL CENTER, WASHINGTON."Camilla? Are you done with that patient?"Athena peaked her head in, checking the room to be certain. I nodded my head, stifling a laugh. She strode in, pulled a chair and chuckled while seating."How long did he stay this time?""Two hours. Two pure hours of torture. Listening to him ramble about a woman who's probably shaking her ass on a yacht with another man. It's sad. Funny, but truly sad."Athena poured two glasses of wine for each of us."You deserved it."I bobbed my head in agreement. Sighing, she took a seat across as though she were my patient. I have no clue why his wife suddenly picked her bags and flew half way across the country leaving him devastated. Poor man still loves her, he'll heal. Hopefully.Until then, it's my duty to sit and listen. And he's like a two out of my tough patients. There are some who haven't gotten over dead daughters. Others who are depressed. God I love my job. It's like a
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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
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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
