All Chapters of Living With The Player : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**CAMILLA**I held on loosely, if I grabbed him even an inch tighter I would remember leaning into him on his bare abs, he took a hard turn. On impulse, I fell into his chest and those memories came flooding.Luckily, the house was right in front of us.He stopped his bike and I jumped down like the seats were on fire. They were in some way.I walked briskly towards the door eager to get in, take a warm shower and hopefully forget all these crazy memories. I've been suppressing them so why are they resurfacing? Why now?My hands were on the doorknob when Dylan pulled them away, My formerly cold hands became hot as warmth spread through them where he touched me. I turned to face him and my eyes met with his.This isn't good. Those eyes were my weakness. If I hung on, I'd get flooded with more memories. That's exactly what happened. As I stared, it was that night all over again.Our glass clinging against the other, his eyes fixed on mine as we gulped

**CAMILLA**I was in her room, it didn't look like the one she shared with her husband, more like the type you kept to yourself for makeup, artificial hair and other girly stuff.She has an entire wardrobe filled with dresses.I exhaled."I've waited for this day for a long time, I only wanted a daughter, Emerton wanted a son, he won in the end since I got Dylan instead. I tried after that, but it was hard to get him, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed for anything that might happen, and Dylan as I'm sure you've noticed is quite a handful, I'm his mother but he's his own boss, I can't recall the last time he listened to me which is why I'm excited you're here."I nodded to myself even though her back was faced to me. She searched her closet while talking and once again her last words had me thinking. Will my presence changed a thing? "Truthfully, I didn't think he'll take my advice about tonight, I didn't think he'll come at all.

**CAMILLA**I let out an angry groan then trailed after him, I passed Kyle as well but switched my gaze back to a moving Dylan. Kyle can enjoy his night with Eva.Dylan picked a table, seating on one end while I made my way to the other.As he did, he dug out his phone and began playing games or chatting.It was either my question that disturbed him or he was following my instructions. Let's try the latter and see how it goes."I lift the rule." I cleared my throat, he looked up for a second before going back to his screen.What the...Now I'm bored and Dylan is truly being annoying. Where's the guy who wouldn't stop pestering me?"Hey, I said I lift the rule. I'm bored." I pouted my lips which he would notice if I got one glance. I got nothing.Seriously?"Okay." He replied without lifting his head.That's even colder than the first three replies I got. What's on with him?It's like he has three or four personalities, so unstable,

**CAMILLA** ~Tuesday Evening~ ~9:43 pm ~ I grabbed a fist full of his clothing, I wasn't sure what part. I hoped it was his shirt as I intended, if I ended up reaching for his pants, that will be very embarrassing and confusing at the same time. In response, he held my hand and squeezed it tightly allowing the warmth I received to provide some comfort in this impromptu panic attack. It's all that bitch's fault! "Kyle can't find out, Dylan can't find out. No one can find out. Oh shit, she's going to tell everyone. I'll die if that happens. I should die now because I can't take anyone finding out the truth." I debate internally, struggling to catch my breath and hold on to Kyle without fainting or worse getting a stroke if that's possible. He tilted my head towards his face, forcing me to look at him. I kept wheezing, h

**CAMILLA**~Wednesday Morning~7:09 amI rubbed my eyelids stretching on my bed, I opted to stand up, but pulled back instead, turning over, placing my head underneath my palm, finding my swear spot, then finally stretching the duvet to cover my upper legs."So fucking soft."I moaned in delight, chewing on the insides of my lips, wishing I could stay here for the rest of the day. I do not want to get out of bed.Sadly, I had to.Snapping my eyes open, I lifted my weight, seating on the bed, stretching my arms wide.I let out a frustrated groan when I figured it was a school day.That's over seven hours of boring nothing.I already know half of what the teachers are saying, I can't understand why I'm not allowed to just skip classes.It's boring listening to what's already in your brain.I removed the blankets from my skin, the cold weather slapping against my bare body, I shuddered and looked downw