Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

MONDAY EVENING.

From the beads of sweat scattered over his arms and exposed chest, I’d say he got out of the water and left to do some silly thing which he always does. He got back just in time to catch me, which might I add is so fucking hot.

I can’t keep my eyes away, I’m sure I don’t even want to.

“Dylan.”

I breathed his name for two things. The first was accepting what just happening and the second was confirming that it wasn’t a poor figment of my imagination caused by actually hitting my head. Maybe I fell into the pool and was drowning as we speak.

Oh wow.

Daringly, I wrapped my arms around his waist, taking in his musky scent more confirmation that all of this was happening. I was not imagining it.

He did freeze underneath my touch, his shoulders tensing and his grip hardening, the goosebumps I felt were showing against my skin.

I swallowed a hard lump. A huge one.

“I know I said something stupid, it was hurtful and inappropriate. I can’t tell why I did. It must be because I’m stupid, so what do you expect? I didn’t mean it I swear. I’m sorry.”

I sniffled, pouting my lips like a little kid. Anything I could do to get him to forgive me. I’ll do it.

“Dylan.”

My voice was breaking out into light sobs. His gaze was piercing into mine. Brown eyes just staring without uttering a single word.

I parted my lips to say something else when he beat me to the game.

“You’re not stupid.”

He mumbled so lowly that I almost didn’t hear.

Almost.

This was after a few minutes of agonising torture known as the silent treatment.

Thank goodness.

That alone was enough to make me smile.

“Maybe, but I make it a habit of saying silly things. I am sorry.”

I disengaged my hands from the crook of his neck, playing with my fingers while waiting on him to say anything else.

“I’m not angry. Your words were just a little…. it’s fine. I’m not angry at you. I forgive you.”

He announced. I snapped my head to meet his gaze grinning like a happy cat.

“Thank you.”

I chirped followed by a giggle.

“I do forgive you, but in my world, things like this do not necessarily go unpunished, so for that, I will have to pay you back though.”

A smirk formed at the edge of his lips, it spread quickly.

I didn’t quite understand any of those words, I cringed my nose, raising my brows all in confusion and wondered what he had in mind.

Then, without warning, he lifted me from the ground which was easy considering the hold he had on me.

We were at the edge of the pool, his balance was a bit rocky, but he stabled quite nicely. That’s when I figured the master plan.

“Dylan Emerton, don’t you dare.”

I pleaded.

“Payback’s a bitch, Camilla, beside you’re already dressed for the occasion.”

He dumped me into the water as though it was a bed, I fell right inside, it wasn’t the deep end but still, I can’t swim.

I went under trying to swim to the surface. It worked.

“Help!”

I screamed once at the top, gasped as though I was drowning, I wasn’t because it’s not that deep but still I can’t swim.

I went back underneath, back up to gasp, then flapping my legs.

“Dylan! Help…. me!”

I yelped a second time once I reached the top.

“Shit! Why didn’t you say you couldn’t swim?”

I heard him cuss, then I heard another splash which I assume was the sound he made after jumping in.

I was back underneath, holding my breath, trying to get to the top.

In truth, this section wasn’t that deep.

If I steady my legs at the bottom, my head would pop out.

Dylan can’t know that though.

I want him to work for it.

He swam to where I was, the water making splashy sounds as he drew close, all this while trying to “save” me.

I already got my feet stable on the ground, I wasn’t “drowning” anymore.

Once he reached where I was, his hands went out trying to cage me, secure me, save me.

Swiftly, I went under.

“Camilla!”

He screamed at the top of his lungs. He seems worried.

I rose afloat taking a second to catch my breath before laughing.

Swimming isn’t as hard as people make it out.

“What? I’m not dead.”

I announced playfully.

“You cannot do that!”

He exclaimed realising what I did.

I stuck my tongue at him in a teasing manner. He’s the one who showed me inside, to begin with.

With my feet at the bottom, I slid backwards trying to “swim” and get out of the water.

He was quicker as an expert swimmer, reaching where I was and fulfilling what he aimed for the first time.

His hands secured my waist tightly.

Still in that position, he swam back to the edge of the pool, he didn’t stop until my back touched the wet wall.

“Caged.”

He announced the obvious, clicking his tongue.

I looked sideways and there was no escape for me. His body frame covered the side exit and of course, he’s right in front of me.

His hands are still on my waist, so even if I tried, he’ll merely pull me back.

“What you did was not funny. Playing inside the pool like that knowing you can’t swim. What if you couldn’t breathe? You drowned or something? What then?”

He growled, I couldn’t tell if he was scolding me or telling me. Eitherway, he sounded worried.

I gulped for the third time.

“Well…”

I trailed off as he leaned in, closer than before.

The hair on my wet skin had begun to stand. This doesn’t look good actually. It does. Fuck it. It really does.

“Y-you have to admit it was a little funny.”

I stuttered unable to speak incoherently. That’s supposed to turn out as a line of defence. Silly.

“As I said, you’re gonna have to pay for it.”

His face was inches away from mine.

His eyes switched everywhere. My face. My lips. Eyes. Everywhere.

Slowly, he gently sucked on his bottom lip, then flicking his tongue from the centre then to the edges and finally, his eyes darted to mine.

“I thought I a-already d-did.”

I added it as a form of protest. He did throw me into the pool.

“Well Camilla, it’s double pay now. You still owe me one.”

He added huskily.

I didn’t move or talk afterwards.

I couldn’t.

I kept my gaze on his eyes. As hard as it was. His gaze was peering, but that’s what I did.

He leaned, closing what’s left of a few metres between us. I’m sure I know what’s about to come next. I think I want it.

In anticipation, I screwed my eyes shut waiting for the sweet sensation that fills me at the moment we kiss.

“Little bro.”

I heard a deep voice utter with a chuckle. No kiss. What in fucks name…?

My eyes fluttered over.

I looked over Dylan’s shoulders and darted them to the direction the voice came from.

My brows were etched in surprise to see a much older version of Dylan. His father must be the oldest version. This is hot. Unapologetically. This guy here is just hot.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Drop-dead freaking gorgeous. He has brown eyes like Dylan, the bad boy aura that seems to go in the family, dark clothes, hands tucked away, brown hair styled roughly, a never-ending smirk.

Hot.

Dylan moved his eyes too and unlike mine which was dreamy, his darkened. His grip on my waist turned hard.

“Hey, Little brother.”

He utters.

I winced slightly, Dylan rests his grips giving me the slip away, moving to another side.

I turn to face him.

His brother that is. I’ve understood that much.

Dylan stands beside me, he stands beside me, no gap and all.

I stare in confusion because that almost seemed protective.

Almost.

“Hey beautiful Stranger, I’m Blake. Blake Emerton. A pleasure to meet you.”

He smacks his lips as Dylan would, striding to the edge of the pool before stretching his hands towards me.

I stare in extreme confusion, my lips twitching because I’ve heard something like that before.

“Blake? Blake as in college Blake, as in this hot guy standing right in front of me.”

Finally, I stretch my hand, taking it softly.

He shook it, his charming smile widening across his entire face.

It’s enough to melt Anyone. By Anyone I mean me.

I can feel my stomach turn.

Meanwhile, Dylan’s eyes are on me. For some reason, I felt weirdly in the middle of a brotherly feud.

I don’t like it, but Blake has this aura. They all have it. The Emerton. He’s trouble. Blake is going to turn up as trouble.

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*Author’s Note*

*There you go. Another Emerton. Little wonder what role he’ll have to play. More surprises to come! No spoilers. I’ll be dropping daily updates hopefully. Just drop your comments in the section. Tell me what you think. Much Love!*