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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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