Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

RESIDENCE HALL B.

SATURDAY.

“If you missed me that much, you could’ve just said something. Different love languages, I guess, no complaints here.”

He chuckles darkly. I shudder and we’re up against the wall.

I choose to ignore his gentle stroke or the electrifying feeling it jolted down my spine.

Instead, I shoved him harder and clamped my hands over his lips

*Okay, I’m making a lot of poor choices today.*

His eyes widened, giving me the hint that something surprised him. They only grew darker underneath my gaze.

So what if Jimmy comes in here and finds Dylan? We’re not together.

It will be awkward as hell considering we were flirting over the phone and embarrassing too. I can’t let that happen.

Right on cue, a knock sounded at the door. I gasp and let go of Dylan, trying to spin away only to be tugged back in that position.

“Do that again.”

He whispers, bringing his fingers to my arm.

Hell no.

Shoving him away, I struck a finger up in his face and glared.

“You were expecting someone else. Who?”

My phone chimed on my bed. Jimmy for sure.

I need to think.

“Who is at the door, Camilla?”

Dylan gritted his teeth. I nearly smack his handsome face in anger. *Handsome?*

Hell fucking no.

“Jimmy.”

I blurt.

“Jimmy?”

He repeats, then scrunches his nose in utter disgust.

“Yes. Jimmy. Why are you even here?”

“Why is he here?”

He asks instead, ignoring my further questioning.

Dear Lord.

“He’s here because I want him here.”

“Do you though?”

He chuckles, then moves forward. I retreat.

“Yes. I do. I’m going to open that door and you’ll hide once I have him distracted. You leave.”

“Like hell, I’ll leave you alone with him.”

He clenched his fists about the same time my phone started ringing.

Bloody hell.

“Dylan!”

I cussed, keeping my voice as low as it could go.

“Camilla.”

He retorted, licking his bottom lips while zoning in on mine.

*Not the time to think about how hot that was.*

“You need to leave.”

“What if I stay here? He doesn’t have half the right to get mad at me for being in your room.”

The ass hole has the nerves to plop down on my bed.

There’s another knock.

“Tell you what, why don’t we negotiate?”

He pushed his hands into the bed, crossing his legs with a smug smile on display.

I’ll regret this.

“Fine ”

I clenched my teeth, looking back at the door with Jimmy on the other side.

“I will pretend like I give a fuck about him seeing me. I’ll hide, then leave for you to entertain him, but you’ll have to do something in return.”

I cringed my nose.

“What?”

“I’ll send you a text. A meeting spot. Go there tomorrow at the time I specify.”

I almost scoff. Almost though.

I need him.

“Fine.”

“No resistance? How cute?”

The corner of his lips curved ever so lightly and he hopped off the bed.

He can’t exactly force me there. I just need him out of here and I’ll deal with what comes next-Later.

“And before you even think of backing out tomorrow…”

He trails off, finding the small of my back and placing his hand there, his lips hanging around the back of my ear.

My phone is ringing again.

I gulp.

“I just want you to know that I will come over here again. Jimmy won’t be here to stop me.”

Stop you from doing what? I bit my lower lip to stop those words from coming out. I’m not afraid of him.

He let go, scooting away to the corner, leaving room for me to open the door.

I jolted towards the door; the heat spreading through my body, and with shaky hands, I opened the door.

Jimmy was on the other side, a frustrated look on his face and his phone at the back of his ear.

I pinned down a smile and went outside.

“I’m sorry. I umm plugged my ears with music. I couldn’t hear you.”

“Wouldn’t your phone stop the music when a call comes through? I’ve been calling you.”

“Uhm.”

I tugged at his hand, gently moving him towards the other side, that way he was backing my room.

“I was using my iPad, not my phone. I’m sorry for making you stand outside like that.”

I blinked twice, and he seemed to have bought it.

“It’s fine. I was just worried that I came off too strong and you didn’t want me near you.”

Dylan strolled out of my room, his hands tucked away.

My eyes bulged out as he stood behind Jimmy, not moving an inch, mischievously grinning as a silent *I dare you.*

Anything Jimmy mentioned went off the top of my head. All my attention was on Dylan, who was behind me.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt your Afternoon or anything?”

I heard the faint whispers of his question.

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“Huh?”

I answered, tearing my gaze away.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, definitely.”

I took his hand in mine, grinning widely.

Dylan’s demeanour switched almost immediately, glaring at our linked fingers.

I’m tempted to flip him the bird, but he strides away before I can.

Once he’s out of sight, I can confidently tug Jimmy into the room and shut the door.

The entire room still smells like him. *Or maybe it’s just me.*

“Did you purposely make sure there isn’t anything else to seat on other than beds?”

Jimmy teases, reaching for my phone. A light blush appears on my left cheek.

“Some Freshers like to spend their weekends by going around campus, but you’ve been cooked up in here all day.”

“I don’t fancy people much.”

I prop my brows, closing the doors to my closet.

“All people?”

There’s a hard edge to his tone, but I can’t tell since I’m back at him.

“The general population. Yes.”

I chuckle then turn again, but he’s already right in front of me. And since there’s nothing but my wooden closet behind, I’m officially caged.

“No exceptions?”

He taunts, ducking his head to meet my limited height.

“None.”

I mumble, giving my head a little shake in negation.

“That’s too bad.”

He clicks his tongue. What follows next is Jimmy’s shoes thudding against the floorboard. That’s how quick he was to encircle his arms around my waist and fuse our lips.

Surely I gasp in surprise while being lifted off the ground.

Did not expect things to make sure of a heavy turn.

It’s more of a reflex when my legs wrap around his waist and we’re at the edge of the bed.

He’s nibbling on my bottom lip, gently asking-begging for my entrance.

When I don’t part my lips, he lowers my back on the bed and drifts off. His first form of assault is my neck.

If only neck kisses ever turned me on. Barely.

A groan slips out when he began sucking, gently at first, then slowly evolved to half biting, which wasn’t as bad as Miranda described.

It felt good.

“I’m back!”

Speak of the devil. I think of her and she shows up, bursting through the doors like the drama queen she is.

“Oh my God!”

For the second time today, I shove a boy harshly and bolt out of my bed.

“Next time maybe lock the door, Camilla!”

She squealed, turning around to face said door.

I bite back a smile, tugging my loose shirt down to my tummy.

Jimmy’s hand went over to his belt bucket, trying to conceal what I figure must be a bulge. I make him hard?

*Wow.*

“I should go. I’ll see you.”

He pecked my lips, then waltzed out of the room.

“I’m never going to look at this room in the same way again. Ugh!”

Miranda groaned, wrinkling her nose while moving in completely.

“How did you go from not wanting to date him to nearly fucking him in our room?”

I snort at her choice of words, then shrug.

“Oh no. I want to know everything!”

She demands, stomping her feet at the centre of the room. I chuckle once more.

My phone lists up. Notification of a text displaying across the screen.

Tuning my best friend out, I unlock it and have a look.

The number is unknown, but the content gives him off.

“Behind the faculty of arts. Tomorrow. Noon. Don’t be late.”

The tiniest shiver creeps up my spine, and I exhale.

*****

Thoughts!? Overly excited.