The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 3

Lauren's POV

I don’t know what to do, what to think. I played it cool when Camila was at the house, but inside I was freaking the fuck out. It’s been two days since she came by and I’ve had a little time to think about it. Well, I’m still tripping over it since Normani is snapping in my face.

“Huh?” I say, looking up at her.

“Where the hell are you?” she asks me.

“Right here,” I reply.

“Uh huh,” she smirks. “You’ve been the walking dead since Tuesday.”

I sigh and sit back in my chair. “Apparently I got a girl pregnant,” I tell her.

“Just one?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Girl, chill. It was just a joke,” she chuckles. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not,” I admit. “It was a one nighter.”

“Oh shit.”

“Right, it was the stripper I used to go see,” I tell her. Not too many people know about my minor obsession with her. I never intended to get her pregnant though.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… you fucked the stripper?”

“Mmhmm,” I nod. “A couple months ago.”

“Shit,” she shakes her head. “And you knocked her up?”

“Yeah. I fainted,” I laugh. “I still have no clue what I’m doing. She hasn’t decided what she’s doing yet.”

“Wow… well… nice shootin’,” she smirks.

“Right. She said she was on the pill. I just… I’m still at a loss. I told her even if she gets rid of it I’d like to remain friends,” I say.

“Friends, huh? Has it occurred to you that ther could all be a scam?” she asks.

“What?” I say, sitting back like she’s crazy. “No, she wouldn’t do that.” I’ve gotten to know Camila fairly well… no, I guess I got to know Karla. “Noooo, no, she wouldn’t do that.”

“You sure about that? I mean think about it, man. She’s young, taking her clothes off for money and you would make a pretty good payday in child support,” she says.

“Dude, it took me over six months to get her to come home with me. She’s in school, she didn’t even know how much money I have,” I explain. That’s just not her M.O. “We’ve spent hours talking. No, I trust it.”

“You spent hours talking to a woman whose job it is to hustle dudes for money. How many thousands of dollars have you dropped on her already?” she points out. “You were going there specifically to see her for how long? She’s not stupid. Those chicks can smell the money.”

I sigh and drop my head back. “The first thing out of her mouth was she didn’t want anything from me. She just thought I had a right to know.”

“Did you just fall off the turnip truck?” she looks at me with disbelief. “Of course she said she didn’t want anything from you.”

I think about it a moment. She could be right, but I just don’t get the gold digger vibe from her.

“I don’t know, I just don’t get that feeling from her,” I shrug. “I’m good at reading people.”

“Yeah well, just be careful,” she advises.