All Chapters of Living With The Player : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CAMILLA RENÉEMONDAY."Camilla Renée, you are one confusing specimen."He starts, lifting me off the couch. Both legs wrap around his waist in their accord."How'd you figure?"I laugh, stuffing a fist into his hair then rolling as I wanted to since that day by the faculty. I toss my head back and moan."One would think you're shy."He puts in, burying his head by my neck, then taking a spin around proceeding further into the house.There's a long hallway ahead.I giggle. "Aren't I?""Reserved."He begins again, meandering to my ear, flicking his tongue over my lobes, then rolling. As he did before. Repeatedly. I moan and tug at his bareback, gouging my nails as far as they could go."But this Camilla is something else. Bold... Daring."He turns to one room and I sigh. "I am."Using his foot, he booted it open, crouching his knee so we could both go in with no obstruction."My be

CAMILLA RENÉETUESDAY.The sun's rays glinting above my head provokes me to stir repetitively.Until my eyes break open with a little pressure, then I comprehend I'm not alone on the bed. I blink several times, then toss to the other side.My eyes are twinkling, making out the figure laying beside me. It could be a daydream. Or not. She stayed here.I cock my head and surveil. Miranda part her lips, slowly breathing through them. My features soften while I pull my cell phone, quickly navigating to Snapchat and taking a picture."What are you doing?"She says grudgingly, spreading her legs as her eyes slowly blink open."Nothing."I opine, tucking my phone away. Miranda glances down at both of us sleeping on the same bed. I cock a brow and smirk."Never. Speak. Of. This. To. Anyone."She spelt out. I lifted one hand in surrender, clutching my cell in the other. Again she glances suspiciously but gets up.

DYLAN EMERTONTUESDAY NIGHT."She said yes!"An enthusiastic voice reaches through the door. The guys—Luke, Shawn, Graham, and Ian all cheer while I stagger from the stool. All of them are too drunk to poke for details, but Jimmy's voice gives it off as something to applaud.She. Said. Yes. That voice belongs to Jimmy and "she" in this scenario is no other than Camilla.My cellphone buzzes and I realise it's well in my grip. I get a notification from I*******m, which allows me to peak at the phone clock before the screen shuts off—7:22 PM.Where has the fucker been since? He came back here at this hour to declare openly that she said yes.Wasn't he supposed to stay at his dorm? Not like Camilla is the kind of girl you wouldn't gladly announce to the entire fucking world."Maybe they've been celebrating. That's why she didn't answer your last text."My subconscious taunts, deliberately, twisting the knife already lodged in my heart.Alcohol has the guys sprawled across the couch, sofa,

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

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