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Back And Forth [I&II]
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Crystal OduwaWe might be getting some Dylan—Camilla action in the next few chapters since clearly, we all hate Jimmy. I think he's sweet though. He may end up getting the girl *wink* Fingers crossed.
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Living With The Player Back And Forth[III]
DYLAN EMERTONTUESDAY."What are you doing here?"She tensions, yanking away from my hold. Losing contact feels like blood being oozed away from my body."This is a library. You're not the only one who reads Camilla.""You came here to read?"She questions, sprouting disbelief."So hard to believe that I can.""Yes."She lashes out. I came here to read. Then I began watching her for at least half an hour."What did you tell Claire about me?"Claire? A better question did Claire tell Camilla about me?"What are you talking about?""Answering a question with another question could either be two things. You're trying to see how bad the situation is by getting me to divulge more information or you're genuinely stupid. In your case, I think it's both."She crosses her arm underneath her chest; the book lingering out from one end."So vicious Cam. So very harsh.""Don't call me that."She sparks. I take a step forward and she withdraws."Don't call you what?"I slide my head, mirroring a smi
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [I]
CAMILLA RENÉE TUESDAY. I plunge the bottled water over my bed and slid down, but my whole body still wriggles and relive the last fifty minutes of my life. Verity be told. I didn't think I'll make it past the section of the library without melting or floating across the floor, but I did. I could even say a greeting to the distraught librarian, I could dig out my cell phone—order an Uber and subsist by the sidewalk, peeping over my shoulder, half predicting him to show up again. I ordered pizza and went back to the dorms. I just finished devouring, drank a lot of water. Despite that, I can't get him out of my system. Everything makes me recall. My clothes have an imprint of his smell from the number of times he pressed us against each other. My arms, legs, cheeks, and lips are yet to recover from his being. Curse him for making it feel that good. I
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [II]
DYLAN EMERTON THURSDAY. "Two days. I lingered for two fucking days. Sleepless night. Condemning myself. Hurling. Veering around. Hell and back. I survived till this day all under the consolation of being able to have her close all weekend and she's going with fucking Jimmy!? How does one un-alive another human being?" I can't disguise anything. My emotions are on full display and fuck, I do not give a shit. "Jimmy. You're going with him? Your parents know?" I clench my jaw, wishing I were near enough to hear her heart rate. Is it scampering like mine? "They said I could bring a plus one. It'll be a good time for them to meet him." Like hell. I fastened my fists by my side, grimacing intensely. She better take back every word. Fucking Jimmy. Meet her parents? They've barely been dating for a two weeks?
Living With The Player The Wedding Party[III]
DYLAN EMERTON"It's late and it must waste us all from the trip. Why don't we have a good night's recess, then prepare for the wedding tomorrow?"Mrs Renée proposed. Her husband didn't take an appreciation to it, giving a shrewd look at his daughter and Boy. Friend. Oh, the weekend drama."Yes, I think that's a decent idea"My mother agreed, elbowing dad to join her in—which he did."Camilla, I got you a dress for the wedding since I wasn't sure if you packed any. It's on your bed. As for your boyfriend..."Her distortion at the very mention is enough to put comedians out of their business. I could double over in laughter, but I have a suspicion there's more to come."That's fine. He can book his room."Camilla tries to keep a straight face, but with her dad's grunt and mombling words along the line of "damn straight, he can" I have to bite my lip not to cackle. "Or they could stay together? Save the cost"The hu
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [IV]
CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY."Good Morning gorgeous."Jimmy is outstanding at fooling facial expressions or my dad and Dylan leaving as he enters are of little regard for him.Still, he sheathes his arms around my neck and clasps his lips against mine.Extra credits for confidence Jimmy. My dad could return any moment from now.I part my lips and let his tongue evade mine."Morning."I momble and he pulls away, invading the seat Dylan vacated minutes ago.We engage in small talk; I apologise for not telling him about Dylan. He smiles back and waves the topic off. That easily.****They toasted breakfast eggs and bacon served from the motel, my mother's cooking beats this any day, but I don't have a choice, so I bite it down along with the bile in my throat.I've never been seated at a more uneasy table for seven. Clinging glasses and forks are the only sound for ten minutes and it's excruciating. Dylan is
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [V]
CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY.I peep right and people are retiring. Left and folks are dispersing."Come."He rasps. I loathe the way my body reacts. I despise the influence one word from him can have on me. My feet don't stay. They heed to him and snatch his hand.I'm not sure why defeat shifts up my skin when we reach the table and he lets go.I'm not sure why my whole body rakes with sadness at the loss of his hand. Jimmy hasn't returned and Dylan saunters back to his seat. His eyes reach mine shortly. The look from the dance floor holds.I shiver."Sorry I took so long."Spell is driven. I move my entire body to meet Jimmy's. He's back. I don't feel guilt. Guilt for dancing with Dylan while he was gone. Nothing.I felt zero since I directed every sense to his words. "I want to kiss you so bad."And I ask — why doesn't he? Another question creeps, one I ignore for the answer bothers me; If he did, would I let
Living With The Player Athena Williams
CAMILLA RENÉESUNDAY.My day in one word is—fast-paced. Jimmy and I moved around the city. Zoo. Ice cream. Park. Children. Kingston High stood closed because of the weekend. Funny how I didn't spend a waking second relishing it. My physical body dwelled beside Jimmy, but everything else was back at the motel. Back at last night. Back at his kiss. Back at him.Each time tugging more fiercely and swearing curse words. To who exactly? Dylan for kissing me? Myself for allowing him? Reciprocating? and then enjoying it? or my father for interrupting us? So many deeds in one night.I went directly to my room and fasten the door, my heart racing as I paced from edge to edge. Eventually, I slumped behind it and listened to the footsteps. I held my heart in my hand and watched him zone past me. Or my father? I didn't know.I lingered in that position, slept in that spot and woke up with an ache in my back.Then as the coward, I am, I t
Living With The Player Secrets And Shades [I]
CAMILLA RENÉE"Athena."I roll the name over my tongue. The name of the girl who manages to *make* Dylan fall for her. Did she compel him? Was it willing? How long did it go on? I can't imagine. I can not process this."Thank you."Dylan muses and for a minute it was just me and my impressions about the girl he's in love with. Or was?"When do you want us to start?"I don't mince how eager I sound. I'm done with playing behind bars."I'm accessible for the rest of the day. You?""I have an evening class, four pm. We have time to burn.""So you want to start now?"I find my head boobing unconsciously. I don't put the pen away this time. I reach in and grab my notepad. My fingers are trembling because it's brand new. I didn't require it till now.I flip the first page and scribble his name over it. There aren't any students. No classes. We can use it here. Barely three minutes I was indecisive, now I know wha
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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."
Living With The Player EPILOGUE - 01 [A Kidnapping Guide}
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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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
Living With The Player Everything To Lose [III]
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
Living With The Player Everything To Lose [I]
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
Living With The Player Till Whenever
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
