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Living With The Player Harper Kennedy
CAMILLA RENÉE.THURSDAY.This is pungent. The setting. The outfits. Even the words used are hot. I'm not speaking completely about Dylan—sure he's standing out with that suit. Not the kind on Saturday—but an actual black suit vest, the hand-less jacket has come off his torso and hanging over a chair. He's not wearing a T-shirt, but a full-sleeved shirt. Tight. Sexy. So good. I can peak at the frames of his chest.Aside from Dylan, the entire exhibition is heated. Sizzling.Dylan spoke coherently, outgoing, with a little humour now and then. His role was to cite facts and evidence procured during the investigation. Seeing him say words like "Reconnaissance" does a lot to my lower parts. Words have always been this huge turn on. There's nothing sexier than a guy who's able to express himself using words. A guy who's not afraid to speak on exactly the things he feels."Perfection. Divine."I smile softly recurring his messages and the impact they had on me."Sincere Expression. Unintent
Living With The Player Breaking Resolve[I]
CAMILLA RENÉE THURSDAY. "Dylan, what's going on?" I brace his left arm, heaving half of his body against me. The stranger — Harper struggled to get up with zero help from either of us. Once both of them settled on their feet, Dylan clenched his jaw and glared whilst Harper, twisted his neck and removed the dust from his shirt. "What are you doing here?" I prefer not to wince and get offended at how Dylan ignores me. He hasn't glanced at me one time, he's scowling at Harper while throwing many questions at his face. And there's the first con. I can't phrase it as indecisiveness, his communication skills at some point? That's not quite right either, I'd figure out a term for it later. For now, let's focus on Dylan not committing murder which will be the case if Harper doesn't tear that grin off his face. "That's not the first question you should ask an old friend D." D? They're friends? And on a nickname basis? "We aren't friends Harper. Never was. Never will be." "I beg to d
Living With The Player Breaking Resolve [II]
CAMILLA RENÉE THURSDAY. He's scarcely touching me. I know he's deterring. Several grunts underneath his breath which he thinks are unheard. Illogical words which keep sounding like Fuck. Bloody hell. Sweet torture. But he's not letting loose. I want him to let loose. His shirt still glued to his chest is any indication that he doesn't want to. But why? He tugs my hands away when I try to fish his hair, I'm out of breath, but I don't want this to end. If it's all he's generous to give I'll take it. I want more. But I'll take what I reap. "The things I could teach you, the places I could reach, what I could do." He scuffs the tip of his tongue against the swell of my breasts, sending out ripples of pleasure through my entire body. His might stay on, but mine has been discarded. Shirt and bra. When did that ensue? No. Fucking. Clue. I fold and refold, gripping the sheets and gnawing my teeth against the corner of my mouth. "Sadly, I can't go more than this. As much as this will m
Living With The Player Having No Con Is A Con
CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY.When I bussed Dylan's forehead and left his apartment at 10 AM, I felt the rest of my day would turn to shit. I've been at peace for so long.I got to my residence with no Miranda. Just my ex-boyfriend resting over her bed. His appearance wasn't the issue, it was the news he plunged that was. Kyle informed me that Miranda had been crushing on him longer than she let out. He said, "I'm glad she told you everything."But my best friend left out the prologue, sieved the plot and shortened the epilogue.And no, I did not distil the information before a knock came through and Harper strode into my room.How did he know where I live? Let's add it to the pile of things that make nominal sense at the moment.Now it's me, my ex-boyfriend, and the guy that looks like a horror movie actor."Are you scared of me? What did your boyfriend tell you that has you shaken with fear?"Kyle blocked the little space between Harper and me."What are you doing here?""Who is this Camill
Living With The Player Her Escape
DYLAN EMERTONFRIDAYI've held twelve hours of pure bliss. Eliminating running into Harper after months of being away, I got to sleep with Camilla. Not sex. No fucking. Sleep. Having her cradled against my arms, breathing softly against my nose, I spent roughly half an hour monitoring her sleep.Then she stirred. I could've asked for more time and kept her in the bubble for longer, but as much as I longed for an escape within the walls of my apartment, far away from the world, it was ridiculous and inconceivable.So I discharged her from the bed. Losing contact spurred in my stomach and I cowered. She nipped my forehead, pulled the rest of her things and waddled away."I need you to know that I don't regret a thing that happened last night, I'm not indecisive anymore. I know what I want, it's you."I lowered my head, pinched against her forehead then pressed my lips against hers. Softly. Two seconds before I retracted. She bobbed her head and left.I knew Camilla enough to understand h
Living With The Player Dylan's Past [I]
DYLAN EMERTONFRIDAY.Two hours of slumber before Camilla shook, lurching her head and then peeking her eyes at me."Hey..""How long have I been relaxing?""Two hours, give or take. You can rest some more if you'd like.""No. My phone. I need to—""Miranda had called half a dozen times. I answered on the seventh ring."She shuffled her feet to a sitting position and then smoothed her eyes even more."What did she say? What did you tell her?"She stammers, striving to get the sleep away from her eyes."I told her you were resting. You've had a long day. I knew what happened and you would talk to her when you were ready."Camilla exhales in relief, fluttering her eyes shut for a few seconds."And everything else? Harper? Ji—""Don't utter his name. He called twice, and I blocked his number. I didn't want to say some very incriminating facts in case he ends up in the hospital. It's your phone and I'll unblock him. I didn't want to wake you up.""No it's fine, I'm not ready to converse wi
Living With The Player Dylan's Past [II]
DYLAN EMERTONFRIDAY."What else did you do?"She drools the next few terms and then clears a breath."Dylan?""I'm here. I just need a minute."I inhale, drawing as much air in as I could."I hung back and watched the fight that day when instead I should've gotten my cycle and driven home..."MONTHS AGO.Harper took his first hit a minute into the fight. You can imagine how many hits the other guy has been getting since then. Harper moves like a skilled ninja.If I believed in superpowers or that shit, I would think had telepathy. He foresaw his opponent's moves.And the other guy was bulky. Harper was near twice his size, yet Harper didn't have a scratch on his face until some seconds ago, but the other guy?He had a broken nose and that arm will need serious icing. The strange part is that none of them had gone down yet. What's even stranger is how my eyes can't blink or look away. I'm that invested.When it started, I flinched twice, but since then I'm grinning. I have to bite my t
Living With The Player Dylan's Past [III]
DYLAN EMERTONFRIDAY.She fled. I'm hunching on my bed, gazing at the door while waiting for her figure to slide through. It's been over 5 minutes and 20 seconds, and Camilla hasn't returned.I can't carry myself off the bed and wander after her, so I dwell back and seal my eyes, looking back on a time when I didn't have so many life problems."Dylan.""You didn't quit?"I rear back, my eyes drifting open, and find her in the middle of the room."No, I didn't. I went to get a glass of water, and I lost track of time in the kitchen. You thought I'd leave?"Her brows crease with nothing but sympathy."If I were in your place, I'd leave."I answer back."I'm not leaving Dylan. I don't want to go back to my world.""Mine isn't looking peachy either.""Yes, but you're in it and that's enough for me. Now finish the story."I blink and draw a finger to my skin, tapping a circle to check if I am fantasizing."What if you detest me when I finish?""I will not hate you, Dylan. Whatever you did,
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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
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
