Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 73

           

"I don't want you to go." Lauren confessed as she pulled the diva back into bed. "If you stay here you can have just as much fun." She cooed in a little voice as she worked at unbuttoning the brunette's blouse that she had just put on.

"Fun like you've been showing me all afternoon?" Camila asked as she leaned into a deep kiss as the brunette pulled the fabric off her shoulders.

"Fun just like that. I've been trying to show you what you're missing if you leave."

In a fluid motion Camila pulled away and jumped off the bed, starting to walk to the bathroom, lifting her blouse back onto her shoulders. "That's what our honeymoon is for, Babe." Lauren growled and threw her head back into the pillow. "And you should get dressed before Harry arrives. I don't want him to think he's having a really fun night as well."

Lauren pouted her bottom lip and played with her fingers. "I don't want you to go."

"You've already told me that."

"Doesn't it mean anything to you?" She pouted further, throwing her hands down against the mattress.

"It means that you're jealous and uneasy about them taking me to a strip club."

"And you're not going to be jealous or uneasy when they take me?"

Camila poked her head out of the bathroom as she put in her earring and smirked. "That's why I get my night first. That way when I'm pacing around on your night and they bring you home drunk off your ass, I can't get mad or jealous because I've already done the same thing."

Lauren dead panned. "Who thought a bachelorette party out that logically?"

"Kim."

"Of course." The brunette shrugged at the obviousness of the answer. "So... how do you think Keaton and Cece are going to handle a strip club?"

The diva laughed a dark and evil laugh as she retreated back into the bathroom. "Ally said they will already be tipsy by the time they got here. She is going to make sure of it. She said that they will be loaded up on booze and ones."

Lauren scrunched her face and ran her hand over her eyes at the thought of Camila slipping one dollar bills into the g-string of a group of strippers. "I know these nights are supposed to be like one last celebration of the single life, but I think they're more of a test than a celebration."

"Are questioning my loyalty?"

"No. Of course not." She had no doubts about the diva's loyalty or her own. "I'm questioning my ability to keep my jealousy and possessiveness in check." Lauren admitted finally getting out of bed to get dressed. She slipped on a tee shirt and then pulled it right back off. Harry was going to be here. She at least needed to put on a bra. Lesbian or not, the man would try.

"That's cute." The diva confessed as she skipped out of the bathroom and pecked the half-dressed brunette lips before finding her heels. "But you'll be just fine. Harry will keep you distracted."

"I'm sure he will. I would just rather have you to distract me."

The buzzer rang out through the house earning a big grin from Camila and s growl from Lauren as she watched the diva run out of the room to answer it. Slipping on the nearest pair of jeans, Lauren sulked her way down the stairs as Harry and Ally walked out of the elevator with Camila. "Alright, Baby. I'm going."

"Oh wipe the pout off of your face Jauregui." Ally ordered as the brunette approached and solemnly wrapped her arms around Camila's waist as the brunette clung to her neck and pecked her cheek. Lauren returned the affection with a light kiss on her neck and squeezed her tighter. "Alright, let her go. Your night will come."