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🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

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

🥰Camilla's Pov🥰

After moments of deep thinking, I finally came up with an answer for her.

"I can't make any promises because Dylan is really hurt. I'll see what I can do."

She rushed towards me embracing me tightly.

"Thank you so, so, so much."

"I'm glad I might be able to help."

"You will. I'll leave you two now."

She pressed her lips into a straight line before walking away.

I stood outside of Dylan's room for a minute or two before summoning up courage to go in.

"That took more than a minute."

He joked silently asking me what she said. I chuckled nervously.

"So.... Did you two talk about girly stuff?"

I shook my head in negation cringing for what would come next.

"She wanted me to talk to you about your dad and her."

He started laughing immediately.

"Well we just talked about them so you said no right...."

"Right Camilla...."

He repeated leaving me extremely perplexed.

"Umm, I couldn't say no to her Dylan. She literally begged me. They aren't asking for much, just a seat down."

"I'm not doing anything Camilla. I just pouted my heart to you moments ago, you of all people should understand this."

"I do Dylan. I really do."

"Then you won't ask this of me. Not this soon."

"One hour tops. Just seat at the same table with them."

"I can't and i don't want to Camilla. Don't push it"

"But Dylan...."


He stated firmly.

"Alright then. I'll leave you alone...."


He responded and I walked out of his room.

🧘🏽‍♀️THE NEXT DAY🧘🏽‍♀️

After my argument with Dylan, I locked myself in my room for the rest of the day, avoided dinner and slept off until it was Sunday morning.

Since my parents were on their way here, I skipped morning mass and waited for their arrival.

My phone beeped and mom sent a message.

💬 We're sorry darling. We might be running a little late.

I scoffed after reading. Of course they're running late.

Laying on the bed with absolutely nothing to do, my tummy grumbled in hungry. I ignored it and tried to force myself not to care about four.


The hunger had intensified and was becoming unbearable. I had to walk outside and find something to eat downstairs.

Just as I was about to make some cereal, my eyes darted towards the door and the bowl slipped from my grip.

Three officers walked into the house talking to Mr Emerton. I remembered one of them from the night our house caught fire.

What are they doing here? I started getting nervous.

"Miss Renee, we have some questions for you. We'll like it if you came with us to the station."

One of them announced just as my dad pulled over....




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