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Secrets And Shades [III]
CAMILLA RENÉE
TUESDAY."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 withKaugnay na kabanata
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
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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
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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
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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
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