The Womanizer

Chapter 46: This Is Gonna Hurt

A/N: what you've all been waiting for...

**play This Is Gonna Hurt (Acoustic) by Sixx: A. M. when you see (*) for a better read

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Bunker Hill- Los Angeles

"So take it off like your home alone. You know dance in front your mirror while you're on the phone,"

Steam clung to the bathroom walls, curling in lazy tendrils as Lauren stood before the mirror, shirtless and smoldering, her jeans slung so low on her hips they barely clung to the deep lines of her Adonis belt. The room was filled with the sultry hum of 'Hot In Herre', the bassline throbbing in sync with her heartbeat. Her abs flexed with each subtle sway of her body, moving to the beat as she carefully dragged the razor along the edge of her jawline. The reflection in the mirror was almost hypnotic—every muscle taut and defined, glistening under the soft bathroom light, her skin warm and damp from the surrounding steam.

"Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, like 'girl I think my butt gettin big',"

With each stroke of the razor, Lauren mumbled the lyrics absentmindedly, her focus entirely on the task at hand. But then, without warning, her hand slipped, and the blade nicked the skin just below her ear. The sudden sting snapped her out of the rhythm, and she hissed in pain, her body tensing as a tiny bead of blood welled up and began its slow descent down her neck. She paused, her expression hardening as she glanced at the small cut, her annoyance tempered by the music still pulsing through the room. Kissing her teeth, she grabbed a tissue, dabbing at the wound, the beat still coaxing her body to move even as she tended to the minor imperfection marring her smooth, tan skin.

Rinsing the razor under the stream of water, Lauren went back to work, her hand gliding with practiced ease over the last bit of stubble as she swayed to the sultry rhythm filling the room. She washed away the lingering traces of shaving cream, her arms flexing with each movement, still mumbling the words to the tune that seemed to echo off the tiled walls. So lost in the rhythm and her own little world, she didn't hear Sydney call her name from the bedroom, nor did she notice Sydney walk to the bathroom, only to pause at the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched Lauren's little dance in amusement. In her arms, Lola gazed at Lauren in awe, her tiny fingers gripping the fabric of Sydney's shirt as she too watched Lauren.

Lauren couldn't help but smirk at her reflection as she playfully flexed her arms, admiring the definition in her biceps with a cocky tilt of her head. The moment of self-admiration was short-lived, though, as the sound of Sydney's laughter echoed through the bathroom, pulling her back to reality. She turned to see Sydney standing in the doorway, a teasing grin on her lips, while Lola giggled in her arms, her tiny voice bubbling with joy as she squealed, "Dada!" for Lauren, who couldn't suppress the warm, proud smile spreading across her face.

Lauren leaned against the bathroom counter, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she teased, "You know, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, right? We might be cursing our happily ever after."

Sydney rolled her eyes, her laughter light and dismissive as she crossed the room to turn off the music. "Please, like I believe in that nonsense," She shot back, smirking at her. Without missing a beat, Sydney closed the distance between them, her lips finding Lauren's in a kiss that was every bit eager as it was commanding. Just as Lauren began to lose herself in the moment, Sydney broke the kiss and smoothly placed Lola in her arms, leaving Lauren dumbfounded as she watched Sydney's sly smile as she walked away. "Watch your child,"

Momentarily stunned, Lauren gaped at Sydney's retreating form, her mind racing as she processed the swift turn of events. Her gaze then dropped to Lola, whose tiny fists pounded rhythmically against her muscular shoulder, determined to get her attention. The baby's wide, expectant eyes sparkled with impatience, and Lauren's initial shock softened into a warm, affectionate smile.