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Living With The Player novel Chapter 7

Summary for Chapter 7: Living With The Player

Summary of Chapter 7 – A turning point in Living With The Player by Crystal Oduwa

Chapter 7 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Living With The Player, written by Crystal Oduwa. With the hallmarks of Internet literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

"Love you."

I responded with a slight chuckle.

"You must be tired, I'll call you later." I nodded my head again before hitting myself on the face.

"Alright. I replied and he hung up."

I laid on the bed thinking of Kyle and how sweet he is and then there's Dylan who's arrogant, rude and crazy. The direct opposite of what I want in a boyfriend yet I just can't seem to get him off my mind after all this time. I heard a soft knock on my door. I stood up praying it wasn't Dylan,I was in no mood to talk to him tonight.

"Dear are you up?" I heard Mrs Emerton ask from the other side of the door.

"Yes I'm up." I replied clearing my throat.

"My husband and I are going out for dinner in a few minutes, I was wondering if you want anything sweetie?" She ask bringing a smile to my face. I open the door to face her.

"No ma'am, I'm fine."

"Don't call me ma'am." I chuckled and she smiled.

"Alright, we'll be back later but you shouldn't stay in your room all day, it's not good considering all you've been through. Come out. Dylan is in the theater, you should join him and watch a movie." She suggested and I gulped.

" No, It's alright. I'm fine." I tried to reject politely. I was trying to avoid him not get in close spaces even more.

"Nonsense. Dylan!" She called out. As if on cue, he appeared seconds later.

"You and Camilla go watch a movie, your dad and I are going out." She commanded in a firm tone.

"I don't want you in doors all day, live a little." She pecked my cheeks before turning away to leave.

"Come on, theater is this way." He walked ahead, I hesitantly trailed behind him. No snarky comments? Maybe he's waiting for his mom and dad to leave completely. Of course.

The room wasn't well illuminated but there was a big screen in the middle, Dylan was watching an action movie already.

"Any choices?" I shook my head deciding to watch whatever he wanted.

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