off of one touch i could overdose | camren

off of one touch i could overdose

ok so this story has been sitting in my drafts in FOREVER and i need to start writing again so i thought i might as well finish this. a kinda long oneshot about nanny camila and famous actress lauren. and for some reason i made lauren british, lmao? and bradley cooper is her husband but he's a businessman (whack). anyways, i'm satisfied with how it came out and i hope you guys like it.

For you guys also reading Mean Girls. I'm the one who's writing the next chapter and I'm hoping to get out very soon. Thank you so much for your patience.

All the love.

Also huge credit to the creators of this manip, 

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Camila is nestled in the cushion engrossed in her recent novel—The Book Thief—that she bought on a discounted price yesterday, when she hears keys turning and the front door opening.

She ignores the feeling of her heart surging to her throat as she rises her feet and makes her way into the hallway.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Cooper." She greets with a bright smile.

Mrs. Cooper—or more accurately Lauren Jauregui-Cooper—appears a bit startled, fixing Camila with those wide, striking blue-green eyes that makes something inside of Camila shake that she resolutely ignores. Lauren lifts a manicured hand to her chest, her bloody red painted lips pulling up in a smile.

"Camila." She says and Camila despises herself for the way her heart reacts to the sound of her name in Lauren's slow, raspy voice. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cooper." Camila responds, leaning against the wall a bit, as if her knees can't support her at the mere sight of Lauren—they cannot.

"Stop with that Mrs. Cooper, Darling." Lauren admonishes softly and Camila thinks she's addicted to the way the words sounds in her posh English accent. Camila has this theory that Lauren could say poop and it would sound heavenly. Lauren kicks off her Jimmy Choo high heels — carelessly, as if they didn't cost more than Camila's life. "I've told you, you can call me Lauren."

Camila intertwines her fingers behind her back and smiles sweetly. "Okay...Lauren. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"

Lauren flashes her another smile and it's fucking ridiculous that Camila's body reacts to it every single time. But Camila has known for a while now that she's as good as doomed. Some might even say that she has almost grown comfortable in her predicament.

"No, Darling. I'll just have myself a glass of wine." She sets her smart, little handbag on the tiny, round table in the hallway and struts in the direction of the kitchen. Camila trails behind her and struggles to keep her eyes from dropping to Lauren's ass.

Camila slides into a seat by the kitchen island and watches the way Lauren pours herself a glass of wine.

"Do you want one?" Lauren asks, glancing at her.

Camila blinks surprised. "Oh. I'm not...I'm not legal." Not that it has stopped her from getting completely smashed with her friends before, but she wants Lauren to know that she would never think of drinking while on the job.

Lauren cocks a surprised brow. "Oh, that's right." She laughs softly and Camila can feel something like a whole zoo coming alive in her tummy. "I always forget. You'd be legal in the UK. The age limit here is so silly." She fills another glass and hands it to Camila. "You won't get me in trouble, will you?"

There's something playful in Lauren's eyes that caused Camila's cheeks to burn bright. "No, no, of course not!"

Lauren laughs again and sits down across Camila. "I'm kidding, Darling." She closes her eyes and takes a sip, letting out a soft sigh. "Now, tell me, how were the kids? I hope they weren't too much trouble."