All Chapters of Living With The Player : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY.FRAT HOUSE.His broad hand moves down to my cheeks, cupping it in one go, his tongue claiming my lips in one swift motion.He releases a grunt as his mouth engulfed mine, closing the space between us until there's nearly none left.I whimper and set my hands down, barely hanging onto my chair and letting him kiss me. However, he wants. I shoved the thoughts in my mind and let him claim me. It's a good kiss. My tummy tingling is a good sign.Jimmy's an expert kisser, yet the paranoid part of me kept searching for excuses on why things could royally be screwed up."That was worth it."Jimmy whispered against my lips, pulling away, but his hand remained over mine, drawing circles at the top of my left hand. They slowly slid through to my thigh, resting there. I can't deny my body's reaction to his touch.I jerk slightly in my seat, then tug away, wishing I hadn't tied my hair up. There's nothing to cov

CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY.CAL-U.For the past eight months, I've made a schedule for my weekends. It rotates like clockwork and it never declines. I wake up, dump all my dirty clothes into the washer, set it to wash and dry then return to my room, set a one hour alarm to return and pick it all up then dive straight into the day's activities which include but aren't limited to—snacks, movies, and a soft bed with silk sheets.You'd think being in college makes an old dog learn new tricks, yes I realise I'm calling myself a dog, it's more of a reference. Anyway, being in college changes nothing.I usually jumpstart the day by binge-watching on Friday night, which got hijacked by Miranda.Granted, that caused a lot of other events to unfold. I can't help but scold myself. If I resisted further and stayed inside, none of those terrible things would've occurred.Not things. Thing. Dylan fucking Emerton thing.Jimmy's kiss. Twice. That

CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY.RESIDENCE HALL B."I don't reckon I'm speaking to a wooden plank? Are you even listening to me?""Yes, Miranda. I am."I clicked the power button, laying flat on the bed."What? Don't tell me he was a sloppy kisser"I snorted, keeping my eyes shut."I told you, he's not."I mumbled, folding both hands across my chest."Then what's the problem?"Dylan Emerton.I'm tempted to utter—But no."What makes you think there is?""What makes you think there isn't?"She fired. I chuckled and blinked back at her."He's a good kisser. He's understanding. Same major..."I recite then sigh."Okay, three pros. What are the cons?""None."I chirped. Another sigh."Then what's your problem, Camilla? Do you want a huge signboard screaming accept me?"I giggled and finally stood up."You seem so keen on me dating Jimmy."

CAMILLA RENÉEVAN'S PIZZA PLACE.SUNDAY.You're twenty. Not a sixteen-year-old, put on your big girl pants and handle them.One. Two. Three. Four.I sprinkle some water on my face, gawking at my reflection in the compact mirror.Five. Six. Seven. Eight.They're waiting for me. I snatched a line of tissue and smeared it underneath my brows, fluttering my lids twice. I repeat the action until my face is less flushed and nearly dried up.Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.I've got this.Straightening my shoulders, I sauntered out of the restroom and returned to the table.Dylan had taken my spot beside Miranda, and they were talking.Traitorous bastard. She should be angry. For me.Jimmy stayed silent on the other end, swiping through his cell phone.I cleared my throat, rendering my presence known to all three."I think we should get going, Miranda. It's getting late."She winced, f

DYLAN EMERTONEIGHT MONTHS EARLIER.I discern her without a sound, attentive enough to notice her every move, yet quiet enough not to get caught.Camilla Renée has twisted me into a stalker. An excellent one.I haven't gotten caught in over two months.I know her routine by heart. I'm good at this.I peak at her in classrooms, on her way back home, during lunch with Miranda, Kelly, Brandon, and her other fucking friends. Yes, I know their names. Full-on stalk mode.Graduation is today. It's silly because I looked forward to doing this. *Looked*I wrote it off as the day to let go.But after that night, I got more invested than ever. And today as we clasped our diploma and told goodbye to friends, I felt it was time to say goodbye to her. Close that chapter.Our silent exchange in the audience meant the world to me. We have roughly eight months before college. We'll be worlds apart and I practised my expressions ev