The Harem

Chapter 15

Normani got stuck in traffic on her way home so Camila won't be able to say goodbye to her. But she knows she is leaving for London for a couple of days at most. Lauren is already at home, baking some kind of pie, pissed at Camila for not letting her tag along. She has good intentions for wanting to go with her. But Camila just couldn't handle letting her be in the same premises as her dad. And also Brad.

Bradley Simpson isn't a bad person but Camila just doesn't like the fact that he is too friendly with Lauren. That he keeps making moves on Lauren, flirting shamelessly at any given opportunity. He's been around a long time, they get along just fine. He is older by several years and the closest thing Camila has to a brother. Basically her dad's charity case, an orphan from the outskirts of London, Brad lived in one of the Cabello estates for a while before going back to London to practice law. Ever since, he occasionally shows up to hang out. He is overall nice, charming and a hardworking person. He is especially nice to Lauren, something, the only thing that Camila never liked about Brad.

Camila doesn't know his whole story but the gist of it all is that it's tragic. There may have been rumors that he is Alejandro Cabello's bastard child with some sex worker he banged years earlier. But the paternity test Camila and Brad secretly took for him years ago had a negative result. Brad is eternally grateful for Camila's dad, despite the old man's harsh personality. His loyalty to him and Camila is unwavering.

"I'm saying, I just want to be there for when your dad eventually tears you down," Lauren says. "We both know how he is. I'm sorry he was in an accident but I hate the idea of him being so harsh on you again. He is like that all the time and I don't want you to go through that by yourself. Not to mention your predatory, nymphomaniac stepmother. I swear if she ever—"

"It's gonna be fine, Lo. I just don't want to drag you so my dad can criticize you too because you live with me, stand by me for all these years. I'm not going to subject you to that. Also, I can handle Amber, you don't have to worry about her," Camila looks away, zipping her duffel bag close, "Besides, Brad's gonna be there. He's gonna try to put his paws on you and I don't want to punch him because of that,"

Lauren laughs, amused. "Haha! Now, I see. That's the real reason you won't be taking me with you. But you have nothing to worry about, my Camzi. I like Brad as a person. But I don't like him enough to ride his train or get involved in his entire life struggle,"

Lauren stops kneading her pie dough, wipes her hands clean, steps around the kitchen counter. She puts her arm around Camila's shoulder, pressing her body against her, pressing one quick peck on her lips.

"You're the one I wanna ride for the rest of my life, Camz. You're the one I wanna get involved with, all your struggles and victories alike. Brad can do whatever, but you're the one I choose. It's always you, Camzi,"

Camila kisses Lauren, this time its deeper. More passionate. Igniting something primal from deep inside them once again. They make out, mouth playing against mouth, eager tongue caressing eager tongue. Lauren starts moaning, Camila starts to get hard. Lauren runs her hand downwards, grabbing, squeezing Camila's ass. Camila backs Lauren against the kitchen counter, grinding, reaching up to squeeze a pair of handful of boobs. Boobs that are as usual, free of a bra's restraint.

Camila's restraint is basically nonexistent at this point. She is a split second away from spreading Lauren on that kitchen counter, liberate her instant erection from her boxer briefs and have her merry way with her, when her phone rings.

She is starting to hate her phone.

Lauren whines in protest as Camila takes a little step back. There is an obvious bulge, glaring, sticking out like a horizontal flag pole on Camila's groin area, pushing forward against her pants. Lauren gently runs her soft hand over it, caressing, while Camila talks on the phone.