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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA**
Classes went great except for the fact that Kyle was being extra all through. I get the fact that he's my boyfriend, I'm all his and all, but after the encounter with Dylan, a switch in his head tunned up a bit. For instance, he was being overprotective. I liked guys marking their territory, but not in excess. I'm not a caged dog.
He refused to let me out of his sight for even a second and he was driving me nuts, not to mention shooting death glares at guys, most of them who were my friends and simply wanted to say hi. It was becoming annoying, I tried to understand his fears, but I might snap any moment from now. I just can't with him.
Thankfully, it was lunch break and I headed to the cafeteria, he trailed behind. I stopped abruptly, turning around to glare at him. Kyle doesn't eat lunch ninety per cent of times with me. He's busy with practice for his extra curricular activities. It gets choking sometimes with him, so lunch break is my time. He's taking that away as well.
"You're being unreasonable," I said with a scoff. Yup, this is me snapping.
"What did I do?" He feigned ignorance and I glared harder.
"You're watching over me like a hawk, you’ve refused to let me out of your site, you're shooting death glares at my friends, not to mention brooding like some sick dude. It's freaking annoying and you know it!"
I resisted the urge to poke his chest in front of all these people.
"In other words, I'm being a good boyfriend?"
He was playing cute. Terrific.
"No, you’re being a jealous freak."
I emphasized the fifth word with a sigh. I'm trying hard not to hurt him.
"Babe, I’m yours." I smoothened my last statement, reaching up to peck his lips since he was very much taller.
"Yours and no one else's. The thing with Dylan was a mistake and it will never happen again. Please believe me and trust me."
He sighed.
"Alright." He yielded, crashing his lips on mine.
"Let's go get something to eat." I offered with a small smile. We're here after all.
The Cafeteria of Kingston high was fairly large with enough space for people to seat freely, though they preferred seating in groups with most of their friends. Never quite understood that concept, probably because I'm not the social kind.
I sat with Kyle occasionally and we would eat our lunch together. I didn't make any girlfriends because they all usually care about fashion and clothing which I have no business with, so Kyle was enough for me any day.
We ate in silence until something extremely weird occurred. A junior walked to our table passing me a note, I furrowed my brows in confusion, wiping my lips. Kyle was gazing intently, watching me as I opened the note to read. Please don't be what I think it is.
"Come eat lunch with me. You know who."
I do know who. Fucking Dylan. What's his deal? Ignore me for years, order me not to act differently now that we're together, then gives me a huge surge of attention shortly afterwards. Bipolar much?
I squeezed the note in my fists, the nerve of him. He hasn’t said a word to me in years and suddenly a freak accident makes us housemates and he decides to annoy me. Kyle noticed my mood changed, his eyes darted to my hand where the note stayed, I placed it in my bag, focusing on my food.
“Are you okay?” Kyle asks tenderly.
“Fine,” I responded coldly. I suddenly lost my appetite, grabbed my things and got out of the cafeteria.
I knew he shouldn’t affect me but he still does and it scares me. I knew I hurt Kyle but I just couldn’t face him, the guilt was eating me up badly. I avoided everyone throughout the rest of the day and when it was time for closing, I got the books I needed, slammed my locker and got ready to leave. My phone beeped and Dylan texted, I hadn’t even given him my number and I didn’t even want to fathom how he got it.
“Meet me at the same spot, I’ll drop you off.” it read and I scoffed. I ignored his text figuring that I’ll rather walk than let him toy me around. I was about to leave when I sighted Kyle at the end of the hallway, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes held sadness. It took everything in me to ignore him and walk away. I needed time alone to myself else I'll hurt him even more.
****
My feet were soiled from walking. I shut the door behind me slumping as I got into the house, I jumped in fright as Dylan sat on the couch waiting for me.
“I waited for you.” He gritted his teeth annoyed.
“I don’t need you to drop me off anymore, I can walk,” I replied, clearly not phased.
“I invited you for lunch, you stood me up and now you don’t want me to drop me off. I don’t know what crazy game you’re playing but don’t test me.” He warned and I scoffed.
Don't test me? What am I? Five? I'm not a kid, you're not my father. You're no one, Dylan. We don't have anything going on nor do we know each other. We're sadly forced to live under the same roof, the connection ends there.
His eyes narrowed down at me. Why can't I keep my mouth shut?
“Why do I feel like there’s more to you and me than you’re letting on?”
He asks causing my breathing to hitch. I talk a lot, now he's going to probe. He can't know. He mustn't.
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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."
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
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
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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
