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Athena Williams
CAMILLA RENÉE
SUNDAY.My day in one word is—fast-paced.Jimmy and I moved around the city. Zoo. Ice cream. Park. Children. Kingston High stood closed because of the weekend. Funny how I didn't spend a waking second relishing it. My physical body dwelled beside Jimmy, but everything else was back at the motel. Back at last night. Back at his kiss. Back at him.Each time tugging more fiercely and swearing curse words. To who exactly? Dylan for kissing me? Myself for allowing him? Reciprocating? and then enjoying it? or my father for interrupting us?So many deeds in one night.I went directly to my room and fasten the door, my heart racing as I paced from edge to edge. Eventually, I slumped behind it and listened to the footsteps. I held my heart in my hand and watched him zone past me. Or my father? I didn't know.I lingered in that position, slept in that spot and woke up with an ache in my back.Then as the coward, I am, I t
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Living With The Player Secrets And Shades [I]
CAMILLA RENÉE"Athena."I roll the name over my tongue. The name of the girl who manages to *make* Dylan fall for her. Did she compel him? Was it willing? How long did it go on? I can't imagine. I can not process this."Thank you."Dylan muses and for a minute it was just me and my impressions about the girl he's in love with. Or was?"When do you want us to start?"I don't mince how eager I sound. I'm done with playing behind bars."I'm accessible for the rest of the day. You?""I have an evening class, four pm. We have time to burn.""So you want to start now?"I find my head boobing unconsciously. I don't put the pen away this time. I reach in and grab my notepad. My fingers are trembling because it's brand new. I didn't require it till now.I flip the first page and scribble his name over it. There aren't any students. No classes. We can use it here. Barely three minutes I was indecisive, now I know wha
Living With The Player Secrets And Shades [II]
CAMILLA RENÉETUESDAY.Over twelve hours have run by since Athena William's title was spoken into my ears. I haven't been able to form a mental picture ergo Dylan hadn't given away physical features.I may or may not have struggled not to search the web and then vacated the bed at three am to scribble a note to request more details on what she looked like. Okay fine. I did.I also prepared notes on further questions. I need to know; What did she do? How does he feel used? How did they break up? Does he still have her contact? Why is he still in love with her? Among other many questions?Then I scaled them in order of preference. All thirteen questions. Only then was I able to slumber. I placed my notebook between my fingers. If this is the surge I get from one patient, I can't wait to have sessions with more of them."We have a meeting for the project today. Maybe you and I can have our session there afterwards."—Dylan"Sure—"
Living With The Player Secrets And Shades [III]
CAMILLA RENÉETUESDAY."Athena's parents have been a family friend. At the very least that's the story they gave me when my father introduced them in our living room."I pretend not to exist in the room. I don't shift for any sound. Dylan meets the ceiling while enunciating as though this was a reminiscence to himself than a profession to me. I don't mind truly. I'm here to listen."I didn't care for the likes of them. I just yearned to play video games, text, maybe toss on a few leather jackets.""But then she came over. The Williams were over for dinner twice. As at the third invitation, I bolt the door and stayed inside. I only went down for a glass of water. That's when I saw her. My first thought was, "how old do you have to be to get married" He chuckles, sliding both hands underneath his head."Then she glanced at me and it was like an enchantment. The beginning of my torment.""I spent my free time with
Living With The Player Closure
DYLAN EMERTONTUESDAYLoad shedding. Relief. Inner peace. A strike able balance between my mind, body, and soul.That's how good it felt to open up about her. When I returned from the wedding, I kept fretting, although the kiss had awakened a fire inside of me; I craved to do more. Just not yet.My past will always tow me down to a dark, lonely, and quiet cell. I need to free myself. The shackles of Athena Williams had to be broken.And they are. They are because of Camilla. Just when I reckoned I couldn't love her less, she pushes the line a little further.I'm utterly smitten by her. It took years to say those words and I mean them now. I'm in love with Camilla Renée.I breathe sharply walking beside her in silence. What I would give in exchange for a confession. I lost it back there.So beautiful. So worship-able. At her feet, given the infinite pleasure of beholding her features."I love you."The words were on my mind yet stuck in my throat. I jerked back. I already made out with
Living With The Player Pros And Cons
CAMILLA RENÉETHURSDAY.11:35 AM"Yes mother, I got back safely. I took off three days ago and you call now?"I twirl my eyes, knocking a few books off my table accidentally."Shit.""Language my dear. Language!"She criticized."Yes, mother."I momble, bulging my tongue. I lowered half my body to the floor to pick up the books, curving my head to keep the cell phone over my ear. "And I didn't call because your father and I left for a business trip the next day. Besides, I can't take the entire blame, you couldn't send a text as well."I have been a bad daughter. Promising then failing to keep."Yes, mother. I'll call or text next time. Send my apologies to dad."I generate a mental note to return these books to the library. I wrapped up November 9 late last night."I love you, Camilla. We both do and it sucks that you're far away and don't call or text. And that's not the only reason I'm mad at you."She huffs. I'll need to seat down for the next part. "What else did I do Mother?"I
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
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