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🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

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

🥰Camilla's Pov🥰

Follow or stay behind? Those were two options currently in my mind.

If I follow him, I might come off as rude. His dad did say to wait behind. On the other hand, if I did stay behind Dylan would most definately start acting out.

I don't want him to get himself hurt or destroy anything. I fiddled in my seat nervously getting more agitated by the second.


His mom says, I snap my head in her direction .

"He won't let us in so go. Please make sure he's okay."

I nodded my head pressing my lips into a thin line before running up the stairs. I hadn't even noticed Blake up until now.

He looked so well,humble. I wonder if he'll hate me for ratting him out. I just hope he doesn't take it personal, I just had to do it.

I reached his room and from the other side of the door, I heard groans and grunts.

I can bet you anything he's on that punching bag.


He called with my folded fists in mid air. I hadn't even knocked.

"I can hear you breathing..."

He added making me giggle.

"Or you can see the outline of my feet through the opening and the bottom of the door."

"That too."

He joked and I heard the door click.

"You know I hate you seeing me when I'm in his state "

He didn't open the door fully, just his head was out.

I stared at a semi shirtless Dylan trying hard not to gape.

"Well not really, I get to see you shirtless plus we have projects to work on right."

After my statement, he chuckled lightly before letting me in.

The moment I got in, he caged me on his door forcing me to gaze at him and trust me , it was hard. But once I fixed my eyes on those abs, looking away was harder.


He says snickering clearly finding me amusing.

"And what's so funny?"

I glared at him trying to look annoyed.

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all."

He says letting me out. I breathed in relief and walked in properly.

I was right, he was on the punching bag. I moved towards it giving a light punch.

Dylan started laughing. I turned back with a massive glare 

"You're laughing at me."

I pouted my lips and he held my hands 

"You hit like a girl."

He pinched my nose.

"I am a girl you dumb ass."

I rolled my eyes making him chuckle.

"Ok then Well you hit weakly, this is how it's done."

He threw one punch at the bag, it shook terribly and so did I.

He plopped on his bed afterwards, I tried again only making Dylan laugh harder.

"Stop it."

I whined before sniffling like I was about to cry.

"Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?"

"Teach me how to punch."

I demanded with my hands on my hips.


"Well, I don't know. It's cool and who knows who I might have to hit in the future. Maybe Dylan Emerton."

I grinned mischievously and he got on.

"Alright then, come here."

I eagerly went to his side. He placed his hands on my waist making both hands steady.

"Thrust your hips forward them hit as hard as you can."

His voice commanded directly into my ear. It was very distracting.


I stuttered doing as I was told. The first one came out weak, I followed his instructions doing better on the second and third and by the fourth, I was almost as good as Dylan.


He says behind me.

"What next?"

I chirped exicted.

"I get my pay as always."


I trailed off when he spuned me around and crashed his lips on mine...




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