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"LIVING WITH HIM" EPISODE 32"


🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

   🔞{The Bad Boy Wants Me}🔞
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✍🏽EPISODE THIRTY TWO✍🏽
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🥰Camilla's Pov🥰


       Originally, I had planned a firm "no" as my answer, giving a flimsy excuse as to why I couldn't go with him. Then, like he read my mind he made a cute pouty face. Truthfully, I had no idea when I whispered...

"Yes." I gulped after I had said it knowing I couldn't take my words back. I obviously didn't want to agree but there was something about his face that couldn't let me mouth the words "no."

He face broke into a sly grin clearly happy at my answer.

"Thanks Camilla, you have no idea how much it means to me." 

I sighed a little, staring at him and I smacked my lips.

"I'm glad." I responded after a few seconds.

"We should really get going back to school, thanks for this. It might be little but it means so much." He suddenly laced our fingers together. I jumped slightly at his touch trying hard not to blush. I failed. He smirked.

"You're blushing..."

His tone sounded surprised yet amused.

"I am not....." I argued, quickly broke the contact, stood up abruptly and walked away.

"Bye Papa Tom." Dylan greeted trailing behind me. I put on my helmet and got on his bike, he shook his head softly still finding me amusing. I glared hard at him promising myself not to shove him the finger not ready for the snarky response he would give after.

Seconds later, he got on the bike, started it and drove off back to school.

✨✨CLOSING HOUR✨✨

Dylan was right, it felt really strange. After we got back to school, the news of our victory didn't die down in face it rose up to all corners of the school. There were no classes after so I had time to rest a little. Dylan spent the rest of the day with his teammates and Gina who clung to him like flies on a dead body. Talk about desperation.
What felt strange was the fact that my parents were picking me up, Dylan drove ahead of us and I felt weird not holding onto him instead. I heaved a large sigh staring outside the window waiting until we got home. He pulled over into the garage, I stepped out ready to stay in my room, do some projects and maybe watch a movie. I twisted the door knob and yo my surprise Dylan's parents were with him in the living room,I gulped not ready for whatever this was. I tried to run away quickly...

"Hold it young lady...." Dad said firmly , I stop close to the stairs turning around slowly.

"Yes daddy..." I smiled and he folded his arms.

"You didn't think we forgot about the party did you?" He asked rhetorically.

"Dylan for taking Camilla to a party, you're grounded for two weeks." His dad stated.

"Same with you Camilla." Mom added,I whinned and she rolled her eyes.

"But Daddy..."

"No buts, its final." He said firmly, I glanced at Dylan and he smirked.

"You're finding this funny aren't you?"

"Not really, two weeks of being grounded means two weeks extra I get to spend time with you and figure out what you're hiding because you can't keep the secret forever." His voice was low and calm but loud enough for me to hear and shiver at his serious threat. Maybe because a part of me knew he was right, Dylan is this close to finding out the truth.......
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