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🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

   🔞{The Bad Boy Wants Me}🔞
❤️Season Two❤

🥰Camilla's Pov🥰

I stared at him chuckling softly, deciding to go ahead with his stupid question.

"It's actually under my pillow."

"You kept it?" He said clearly amused.

"Of course I did, it helped me through some rough night when I had nightmares and all "

"But I don't get it, why didn't you report Brandon."

"For what?"

"We were both drunk, I wouldn't be taken seriously."

"And now he's back, wait until I get up from this bed."

"You won't do anything Dylan."

"You're not the boss of me, seems like the beating I gave him that night, he definately wants more. Who am I not to give it to him." He smirks afterwards.

"Coupled with the fact that he tried to kill me and make me miss the competition, he's done for."

Dylan clicks his lips afterwards making me giggle.

"Why didn't you come see me on Monday, I knew something happened. I barely remembered but I figured you would come. I actually waited, afterwards I just let go, I thought you forgot about me so I did same."

He says sadly.

"I didn't forget about you Dylan, I just didn't want to come into your life. You were popular, you still are and I placed myself under the mistake of a night."

"But you're giving me my hoodie when I get home though?"

"Good luck with that."

I respond rolling my eyes.

"Well now that I know, it changes everything."

"Everything how?" I gulped.

"Come over here, I'll tell you."

He beckons on me,I hesistantly scoot closer to him.


He mumbles rolling his eyes slightly. I was at the edge of his bed.

"Closer Camilla." He half pleads.


I stood beside him.

"It's a secret, I don't want anyone to hear it. Closer." He whispered, I tuck my hair behind my ear before bending over so I hovered over him.

"Perfect." He mutters. Raising his self up, crashes his lips on mine and pulls away before I could react.

"I feel better already."

I pant lightly while he licks his lips.

"Umm... Aren't your parents here?" His face falls at my question and I realise I should've kept my mouth shut.

"They probably don't know am here, took Blake out or something."

"I'm sorry."

"Nahh, it's okay. I should be used to it by now."

"Still, I'm sorry. It's okay, I'm here."

I don't know why but I felt the need to reach over and squeeze his hands lightly. I know exactly how it feels to want your parents love, it's worse for Dylan because he has to watch them give it to someone else.


He yelps making me jump a little frightened.

"What is it,should I call the doctor. I'll go call the doctor." I dash off but he stops me tugging at my shirt.

"Camilla, don't leave me please. Ouch it hurts."

He moans in pain.

"What's wrong. Where does it hurt? Tell me, i should go call the doctor."

"It hurts Cam, it hurts!"

I realised he just gave me a nickname, I'll blush over that fact later on.

"Come on tell me, where."

"Right here." He pouts touching his lips.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

I roll my eyes at his Childishness.

"It's hurt Camilla. You know the only way to make the pain stop. Come on,put a sick guy out of his misery."

He pouts again making a cute baby face....



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