The Lie (Camren)

20. The Rules

Hello, guys, there is an NSFW scene here, that you might not like. I suggest you move past this if you find it disturbing.

P.S. (I have to disagree with the author because it needs a proper PREPARATION so let's pretend it's done!)

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it!

I want to be with you,

It is a simple,

And as complicated as that

Lauren's real reblog on Tumblr

As simple... and as complicated as that.

Camila's real caption on Instagram

Camila's POV

Lauren: You don't want to see me?

Her question caught me off guard. I don't know how much time passed without answering, but it was probably enough to get another text from her.

Lauren: OK, you probably don't.

She could see I read her messages.

Camila: You suddenly decided that you speak to me?

Lauren: Let's leave it at that. Would you like to drop by my hotel tonight?

Camila: I don't think so.

Lauren: Do you want me to make you come with texts or I should make do with doing you above the clothes?

My phone almost slipped at that moment. I swallowed dryly as my cheeks burned shamefully.

Camila: What's up with this new behaviour?

Lauren: My behaviour?

Camila: You're not going to tell me, are you? You rather prefer boasting about your achievements.

Lauren: What achievements? That every time you come more than once or that you drip before I even touch you?

I blinked at her lewd reply since it had nothing to do with the Lauren I used to know, and despite hating to admit it, she aroused me even more than before.

Camila: Congrats, you can make a woman come really fast, satisfied?

Lauren: I'll be satisfied when I take off your clothes.

Camila: It was you clarifying it won't happen again, wasn't it?

Lauren: You don't want it?

My body clenched. Another text followed since I didn't respond quickly.

Lauren: You can tell me if you don't want to and I'll never bother you again.

Camila: You know the answer already.

I typed without even thinking about it and the further consequences of this decision in my life.

Lauren: Then you're coming to my concert, waiting to leave with me.

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The following hour passed with my entire wardrobe lying on my bed. My options were either too prudish, or too desperate, or too formal. Skinny jeans and a white shirt seemed okay, but I'd still prefer something better considering the "meeting" afterwards.