Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

SATURDAY.

EMERTON’S MANSION.

His possessive side is out again, encompassing me between his bed while seating in front of me.

My hands knitted together, buckling his sheets between my hands.

Somehow we got to the bed and let’s just say the making out has gotten a little more intense

I’m attaining more enthusiasm these days by lifting his shirt and tossing it off myself.

Even more, I got my hands off his sheets and circled them around his neck, heaving my waist forward so there wasn’t any gap left.

Now I wish he’ll make the next move and do something. Anything.

Gasping lowly, I pulled away sucking at my bottom lip.

“D-Dylan…”

I jerked.

“Yeah, I know.”

*He doesn’t*

Laying beside me, he took my hand and made me rest on his chest which is the exact opposite of what I wanted. I’ll just have to settle for this I guess.

Striving to calm my breathing, I whirl and tilt my head to face him.

“Don’t bring up something to ruin this moment.”

He says, rubbing his nose against the base of my neck.

I giggle and tear away from his skin.

“Too bad.”

Still seating on the bed, I cross my hand against my chest, thankful that my messy hair hadn’t come undone.

For once I’m happy I’m in baggy clothes, can’t help but feel a little self-conscious when he touches me.

“Two things.”

I began, clearing my throat harshly.

“My parents will be home tomorrow, I’ll talk with them and since we are on the topic of family. What did you say to Blake?”

He blew out, relaxing over the floorboard, spreading both arms. I gulp seemingly distracted.

“Take a picture. My phone is right over there.”

He teases with one of his usual smirks.

I scowl, turning my gaze away from his body.

There was silence for a few seconds until he finally spoke up.

“I spoke to Blake. I already apologised and for a second maybe we could’ve talked like actual brothers until my mother and father walked in. As for them, I can’t say our relationship is at its best now. I can’t be convinced otherwise that they only want to attempt to fix me because they’ve realised Blake isn’t all that. In their twisted sense, they think I could become the next Blake or something. If I want my parents to love me, it’ll be for who I am. Not who they want me to be.”

I blink my lids repetitively.

Before I could move on to the second, a knock came at the door.

My eyes turned wide at the thought of someone seeing us like this.

Could it be Blake maybe?

The embarrassment will be less if it’s him.

He groaned before leaving the bed.

“Put on a shirt.”

I gritted my teeth harshly.

“Calm down. Are you scared of what they’ll think?”

I glared harder.

“Fine.”

He resolved, picking up his shirt then tossing it over his head.

“Mom…”

He says opening the door. Mom? Fuck no.

“I’m not here for you. I understand you don’t want to speak to me right now. I’m here for Camilla.”

I heard her voice from the hall. My heart jumped from its cage. Did she just say she’s here for me?

I’m not sure what’s worse. The fact that she wants to speak with me or she knows I’m in her son’s room, granted she saw me leaving, but still I’m in his room.

Fuck me.

Dylan opened the door fully, standing and grinning with an unknown source of delight. I’ll smack him.

“Camilla, may I talk to you for a minute in the hall.”

She says still standing in the hall, I can hear her clear as day. Her damn voice won’t stop echoing in the back of my head as well.

This must be one if not the most discomfiting moment of my life. What could she perhaps want?

Getting over the bed, I neaten my hair a little in case it got ruffled during the kiss.

Glaring at Dylan for the nth time, I slowly move towards the door to speak with his mother.

Wow. This is my life now?

****

“How do I even begin this…”

I stand straight, joining my hands together while waiting for her to begin.

“It seems you and my son are together…”

She trailed off after making my eyes bulge out of their socket?

What the? Is she here to scold me? Will she tell my parents? Has she already?

Fuck no.

“Umm Mrs Emerton….”

I squirmed slightly tongue-tied.

“No, it’s quite alright Camilla. You need not explain yourself.”

She chuckled, reassuring me just a little. I’m mostly quivering.

“I have a favour to ask. That’s why I asked you here. It’s a huge favour. I’m only positive you can do it.”

This is getting more interesting by the second.

“I was hoping you could find a way to talk to Dylan. Convince him to seat down with me and his father. You don’t need to do it, I came here to ask for your help. I’ll understand if you can’t.”

Her eyes were pleading. I can’t tell her no. It’ll crush her. She’s his mother.

“I can’t make any promises because now Dylan is hurt and angry, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Camilla, this means the world to us.”

I nodded softly, considering I might not even be able to pull through with it.

“I will leave both of you now. Thank you once again.”

She pressed her lips into a straight line before walking away.

I stood outside of Dylan’s room taking my time to summon the courage and go back in.

“So, did you two talk about painting your nails?”

He arched his brows. I shook my head in negation cringing at what would come next.

“She wanted me to talk to you about what’s happening.”

There was silence then after a few seconds of laughter. Dylan threw his head back and began laughing. Hard.

“Well, we just talked about them so you said no right?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Right Camilla?”

He repeated inclining his head to stare.

“I couldn’t say no to her Dylan. She begged me. They aren’t asking for much, possibly a seat down. All of you including Blake.”

“I’m not doing anything Camilla.”

He said, his tone reeking of finality.

“You can’t ask me to do this. Not this soon.”

His tone fell and he gulped as well.

“One hour max, just seat at the same table with them.”

“I can’t and I don’t want to Camilla. Don’t push it”

He hardened his voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But Dylan…”

“Stop.”

He stated firmly.

“Alright then. I’ll leave you alone since that’s how you’d want to remain.”

I waited for him to refrain me. He didn’t.

“Alright.”

He responded afterwards.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I scoffed lowly, shook my head slightly and stormed out of his room.

****

SUNDAY.

EMERTON’S MANSION

After I argued with Dylan, I locked myself in my room for the rest of the day, avoided dinner and rested.

Since my parents were on their way here, I skipped morning mass and waited for their arrival. Also, the house is on thin ice with Blake’s expulsion among others, I would prefer if I was alone.

My phone beeped over my best side table. I turned in bed to peek at the screen.

“We might be running a little late.”

I scoffed after reading. Of course, they’re running late.

Laying on the bed with absolutely nothing to do, my tummy grumbled in hungry. I ignored it and tried to force myself back to sleep.

**ONE HOUR LATER**

The hunger had intensified and was becoming unbearable. I had to walk outside and find something to eat downstairs. It’s been an entire day since I had actual food.

Just as I was about to make some cereal, my eyes darted towards the door and the bowl slipped from my grip.

From the little opening in the kitchen, I sighted three officers walking into the house and speaking with Mr Emerton.

A memory flashed in my head and I recall one of them from that night.

The night of the fire. Oh fuck. Fuck me.

What are they doing here? I began trembling fearing that the worse might just have happened.

My time is up.

“Miss Renee, we have some questions for you. If you don’t mind talking to us.”

One of them announced but my mind was more focused on the car noise outside. My parents are here. The cops are here as well. *Double trouble*

My time is up. They know. They must know. What are they going to do now? What will my parents say now?

*****

*Author’s Note*

*A busy day so late updates. Apologies. Drop what you’re thinking in the box below. Xoxo.*