My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 14

⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️

**This chapter makes a reference about chapter 5, that means it will include sensitive content**

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Lauren's POV

The next day, I arrived at The Hills around 9:00 PM, some pleasant and sensual music was being played not too loud, providing the warm atmosphere that I was looking for whenever I went there. I glanced at some couples that were shamelessly enjoying the night, finally I get to the bar and ordered my usual dose of whiskey. I looked around for a familiar face, and when I couldn't find it, I relaxed a bit.

Camila shouldn't be downstairs, because if she were, the people here would think that she was available. And she wasn't...because I arranged it.

Very well proportioned.

—"Hello, Dear."

I turned around and found Chloe, with a slightly forced smile.

—"Hi."

—"She's in her room, if you're looking for her."

—"I assumed she was there."—I replied, swallowing one last sip and thanking the bartender.

—"Lauren."—Chloe lightly grasped my arm, looking at me with more intensity than usual. Her forced smile was gone. "Can I give you an advice?"

—"Yes?"—I spoke, a little surprised by her attitude.

—"Be careful."

I looked at her for a moment, not quite understanding what she meant. As if she could read my thoughts, she continued:

—"Don't make it too special."

I still didn't quite understand the reason behind her warning, but I felt the need to defend myself.

—"I'm not."

—"Don't be naive. Obviously, you're doing it."

—"She's a good friend."

Chloe look at me, without saying anything. After a few seconds, coming back from what seemed like an internal analysis of me, she spoke again, quickly walking away.

—"It's just an advice, my dear."

I stood, watching her walk away, as she smiled again to some clients who flirted with her.

I was wondering, since when being friends with one of the girls from The Hills would hurt anybody. It wouldn't be my case, since I really liked her company. And surely, It wouldn't be Camila's neither, as far as I knew, she liked my company as well, taking her own words as an indication of it.

It couldn't hurt Chloe, 'cause whatever that what's going on between us, it was none of her business.

I went upstairs, walked through the hallway to the girls' rooms while trying to shrugged off Chloe's advice, hoping she didn't felt with the right to get between Camila and I. If she tried to do it so...then we'd have a problem.

I reach at Camila's door and knocked, waiting for an answer. A stifled voice came from within, asking me to come in.

Camila was sitting on her bed, with her back against the headboard, holding a book that I identified as the same book that she was reading some days ago. She was wearing comfortable red shorts and a black sweater, so big that it seemed to belong to someone three times her size.