LOGINShare
Living Without The Player [I]
Last Updated:
2022-03-28 13:09:23CAMILLA RENÉE
RENEE'S MANSIONFRIDAY.*Day Nine.*I spat the paste in my mouth, gobbling a little water down my throat to rinse what it eft of it.It's been nine days in here and with each that passes by, the knot in my chest grows tighter. On one hand, the bond with my family seems to have gotten better.Mother and Father are making plans to return to work. I may have forgotten to mention they're both real estate agents, hence the sweet deal for a house we could bag. Four rooms. A ridiculously enormous master bedroom, a large living room, a spacious kitchen, the perfect house.*In hindsight*That's what it remains to me, a house. I still couldn't stomach what happened over the last week.After Dylan's abrupt switch, followed by ignoring my very existence during class, I came to your conclusion that Kyle's words might be correct. I've passed denial, can't recall the other crappy stages, now I just needRelated chapters
Living With The Player Living Without The Player [II]
**CAMILLA RENÉE**KINGSTON HIGH.FRIDAY.I observed his expressions, hoping to deduce what rationale he had to speak to me. I got nothing. If his hands were stuck in his hair, I'd figure he was nervous, his fingers weren't twitching, his brows reveals nothing, his face straightened as his shoulders."Can we speak privately?"He added, his tone smooth and curt.I spied Miranda, her mouth filled with pasta, but her eyes fixed on both of us."Go."She mouthed."Sure."I clipped, then stood up.This better not be one of those scenes where this end up being something I regret.It was.****"What do you want?"I repeat."Mother has been asking whether you are going to come around to tutor me. I tried brushing her off, but I have a feeling she might call you, which is why I came to inform you I don't want you to tutor me anymore. I think I'm doing good in the course. That's prett
Last Updated : 2022-03-28Living With The Player In Bed With The Player [I]
CAMILLA RENÉEFRAT HOUSE.FRIDAY EVENING."So the ski topples over me and I dug straight into the fricking cold snow and my friends are mostly taking videos and laughing their heads off. None of them helps me and that's why I never go skiing again."Jimmy finishes his story, and I threw my head back, still reeling with laughter. Staying with him has been so much fun. He's himself. At least, I think he is. He's not bad in the eye as well. Curly brown hair. Pink, kissable lips that most girls would be drool over. Tanned skin. Muscles underneath that brown shirt he's wearing. He's also tall, which is the first thing girls look out for.He doesn't mind telling me how much he hates skiing because of that impression. His hand is also slung over my shoulder. I don't think I mind that little contact.Maybe it's the alcohol flowing through my veins, reaching my brain and making me less uptight, or just maybe I actually want this.*Or you're lo
Last Updated : 2022-03-29Living With The Player In Bed With The Player [II]
CAMILLA RENÉE RENÉE MANSION. FRIDAY NIGHT. The lighting noise jerks the entire house, Miranda jumps at the top of the stairs, squealing in fright. I’m not phased. I don’t feel anything. My tiny arms are around my chest while I drag my legs up the stairs, nearly tripping and falling over. *Which wouldn’t be so bad.* Maybe when I go unconscious, I’ll wake up to the true reality that all this was just a nightmare. *A terrible one.* I never went to that party. I never had fun with a random guy. Not only that, but I never participated in dare or dare. Miranda didn’t kiss my ex and the anti-climatic, I didn’t see him. I did not see him thrusting his length in her. I didn’t see her tits in the air, bouncing as she steadied herself on him. Furthermore, I squeeze my eyes so hard they’re hurting, but I want the image to go away. It’s fixed in my head, I keep reliving it, and I just want it to go away. My chest is
Last Updated : 2022-03-29Living With The Player Life In College [I]
CAMILLA RENÉEEIGHT MONTHS LATER.-CAL-UTUESDAY.California University, or as most people like to call it, Cal-U. One of the finest institutions in the entire country, competitive as well, but getting into not that difficult with my final year grades. I had nothing distracting me as well, enough time to study. I could've gotten into Harvard if I wanted, but Cal-U is hours away from home. The skies aren't that cloudy. Winter isn't freezing and Miranda's here. It's perfect.Another reason may just be because a certain someone had no interest in Cal-U, so our paths may never cross again.I'm holding a box of clothes staring at accommodation 205, my room. A lot changed in eight months. I cut my hair, reduced it to shoulder length. I almost dyed it dark if it wasn't for dad's lecture. I became distant. When it was time to leave, I packed my stuff in boxes and left without thinking twice."Camilla!"Miranda squealed behind me, her e
Last Updated : 2022-03-30Living With The Player Life In College [II]
CAMILLA RENÉETUESDAY.CAL-UJimmy. Never got his last name. I scan him, taking in his features compared to the last time I saw him.As much as I thought I'd never return to that moment in time, I recall the shots of tequila we had taken, the laughter brewing in the air, his hand slung over my shoulder. His got even broader. He's holding up a box and my brows shoot up. He's moving in here? He's going to Cal-U? Isn't that precious? No, it is not, that's sarcasm."Camilla."I snap my head back to him. He's in the elevator, and we're going up. Then he slams his hand over the buttons and we're halted in the air.I swallow hard."I'd like to think you remember me."He chuckles, a hand running through his silk hair. There's a wrinkle left and the urge to help him out is overwhelming. He's wearing a simple ash shirt and sweatpants. Just like me. *Keep calm Camilla.*I clear my throat.
Last Updated : 2022-03-30Living With The Player Life In College [III]
CAMILLA RENÉECAL-U9:42 AM.I half expected a shocked expression over Miranda's face to mirror mine, but when I ducked my head back, she was nothing but annoyed. She didn't see him.Did I imagine him? Negative. I know what I saw. I'm sure of it."Camilla. Are you okay?"Jimmy asks, reaching for my arm. No.This is confusing enough. I recoil at his touch, folding my fingers together.Miranda glares extremely hard. Oh God, my head is spinning. The entire environment is spinning."Jimmy, why don't you give Camilla a tour of the university?"It's my turn to glare. I already know every inch of the place.Before any protest can spill out from my mouth, Miranda tugged me towards him, revoking the tiny amount of space I put."Camilla, may I talk to you a second?"Again, she's jerking me off without waiting for an answer."What is wrong with you? Jimmy is great! Why don't you want Jimmy?"
Last Updated : 2022-03-31Living With The Player Breaking The Girl Code
CAMILLA RENÉETHURSDAY8:03 AMRESIDENCE HALL B."Rise and shine, my pretty."Miranda's grubby voice sneered in my left ear. I tossed the sheets over and turned away.I've gotten used to no classes, sleeping in, binge-watching, and ignoring the outside world.Now I have to *school.*I picked up my course schedule last week; I took little course load since it's fall and I want to get the hang of everything first. Today I only have one lecture. It's general psychology.I can't wait. Sense the sarcasm?"Alright. You can sleep in, but I'm going to class. Unlike you, I'm looking forward to becoming an actress."It's my turn to snicker."Hey!"She whined, pulling the entire cover off my bed. It exposed my skin to the harsh cold since its fall."Great. You're up. I'll give you ten minutes to get ready and we can leave together."She produces a kissing sound, then struts outside the room
Last Updated : 2022-04-01Living With The Player Date Night With Jimmy [I]
**CAMILLA RENÉE**Silence. The new wall clock Miranda had hung in our room was the only thing keeping this place from mirroring a graveyard.I lingered for the next phase of this discussion. You know the kind that involves — they already broke up. I badly wanted to tell you. You weren't in a good place. Those sticks.I wait. My patience is wearing thin. My knuckles are turning white at the rate I'm squeezing them at. My forehead is forming two to three lines of crease, but I wait.I don't speak first. No—that would show weakness and I am not weak. I've not been weak in eight months.Yet my best friend stands at her corner of the room, headshot down, so I can't get a good look at how she's coping, but I refuse to feel an ounce of guilt for her. I won't allow it."I'm sorry."She blurts, and I explode.Those words are part of my suggestions and it tips me off the mental cliff I've been hanging on to."You
Last Updated : 2022-04-02
Latest chapter
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
Living With The Player Loving The Player [II]
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
Living With The Player Loving The Player [I]
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
