Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

I was in her room, it didn’t look like the one she shared with her husband, more like the type you kept to yourself for makeup, artificial hair and other girly stuff.

She has an entire wardrobe filled with dresses.

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“I’ve waited for this day for a long time, I only wanted a daughter, Emerton wanted a son, he won in the end since I got Dylan instead. I tried after that, but it was hard to get him, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed for anything that might happen, and Dylan as I’m sure you’ve noticed is quite a handful, I’m his mother but he’s his own boss, I can’t recall the last time he listened to me which is why I’m excited you’re here.”

I nodded to myself even though her back was faced to me. She searched her closet while talking and once again her last words had me thinking. Will my presence changed a thing?

“Truthfully, I didn’t think he’ll take my advice about tonight, I didn’t think he’ll come at all.”

She chuckled, pushing a few gowns aside.

This sucks. I was right after all.

“I knew his parents asked him.”

I whispered under my breath cursing at myself for believing the sob story about him finding me entertaining.

“I told him to bring a pretty girl, he has tons of girls around him, but they are look like over priced sluts, I’m so glad he choose you.”

She got a cloth out, dumping it on the bed. Her first choice in over ten minutes.

Hol’up. She didn’t give him specific instructions to choose me. Hang on. He thinks I’m pretty? Or just choose me since his parents wouldn’t approve of any other girl? All very confusing. Dylan’s confusing. His mother is much simpler, maybe I can get the confirmation from her end.

“If I heard correctly, you didn’t instruct him to take me specifically…”

I leaned on to hear her side.

“Nope, I did not which is why I’m thrilled you were his choice.” She popped the “p”

Shock isn’t enough to describe how I am at this point. She began humming a song still searching for another dress.

“I can’t believe Dylan asked me from his heart. If he had one and it seems like he does.” She dumped more clothes until there were at least ten from me to pick from.

Then she clasped her palms together and turned. I was still stunned by her revelation, but she didn’t know

“Now, let’s get you ready.”

She lifted an entire make up box while I wondered what I signed up for. It isn’t a beauty pageant, and I don’t want to over do this.

****

I was too scared to look at my reflection in the mirror, I kept my eyes closed the entire time, she assured me it was light, but one hour later was her finishing touches.

It’s all done now.

Mrs Emerton was getting ready herself, but she told me to leave without her. Leave my Dylan is the correct translation.

I could protest, but I choose not to and just go with it.

I went upstairs to grab my purse, but instead I saw Dylan at my door.

“Are you ready? Should I come in? I don’t want you to slap me again if we have another “accident”

I choked.

He referred to the time he saw me “butt” naked. I scanned his outfit and he cleans up excellently well. He almost looks cute leaning over my door like that. Almost.

I cleared my throat making my presence known.

I ignored the looks he was giving, his eyes were all over and I wished I went with a dress with a round neck.

Mrs Emerton assured me that this one “complimented my skin and body”

Hhhh

“Shall we?”

I cut him out from his staring game.

“Umm. Yeah. Sure.”

He mumbled and I led the way.

As I said, just go with it and get through this night.

******

The car moved at a slow pace courtesy of the driver. The GPS announced that we would be there in less than five minutes. Since I was a dummy in these things, Idecided to ask follow up questions plus Dylan has been quiet all through.

“What’s the party about?”

I bit down on my lips.

“It’s a fundraiser for the less privileged.”

He responded with no ulterior reactions. No smirk, no grin. Did something change?

“Right, my rules.”

I recalled slightly irritated by my rules.

Minutes later, we arrived at the venue and it was dripping with elegance. I felt a little insecure about what I was wearing. I had no idea if he noticed but he took my hand and we walked towards the entry. I smiled a little although it didn’t quite reach my eyes. A few cameras clicked as pictures were taken, we got in all the same.

I couldn’t ask any further questions, so I used my eyes in search for a place to seat. Dylan seemed absent-minded anyway.

In my search, I caught sight of something else.

I gulped. My insides filling with anger very quickly. He most definitely didn’t.

Kyle was here. Okay there’s no major problems there, except the fact that beside him with a hand still on his lap was that bitch from his class.

I clenched my teeth glaring at the two of them.

Another thought crossed my mind. A possible answer to the question I asked earlier. Why did Dylan bring me here? The reason he said. The reason his mom implied or the reason I’m currently considering.

He knew. His parents were in charge, he must have peaked at the list or had access. He knew.

Was that why he brought me here? To watch the show my “boyfriend” and some girl would put on.

Amazing.

******