Breaking Hollywood [CAMREN]

Chapetr 14

Lauren

I've been living here for three days so far, and it's been pretty much more of the same.

Camila seems to be getting crankier as the days go on. Honestly, I think she needs to get out. She must be going stir-crazy. I know I am. I'm used to going out to work every day, so working and living in the same place is driving me nuts.

I keep making excuses to go out just to get some air and sun on my skin. I've been to the store about a hundred times already.

Camz's in her office at the moment. She said something about calling her manager.

I'm on the terrace with Gucci, and I've drunk three cups of coffee already. I'm starting to get a caffeine twitch.

Gucci loves it out here. She seems to be a sun queen. I am worried about her spending so much time in the sun though. It can't be good for her skin. I hope goats can't get skin cancer.

God, it's warm today. I gaze at the swimming pool. I haven't been in yet.

Maybe I'll go in today. Once Camila's done with her call, I'll see what she needs me to do, and if nothing, then I'm getting my bathing suit out and taking a dip.

I hear the buzzer go on the internal intercom.

Knowing Camz's busy and not the fastest on her feet at the moment—well, foot—I get up to go into the living room and pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Miss Lauren." It's Harold. "The cleaners are here."

"Oh. Do you know if they are scheduled to come today?"

"Every Monday and Friday," Harold tells me.

"Oh, right. Well, send them on up. Thanks, Harold."

I replace the receiver and then look around the place. It's pretty tidy. I've been keeping on top of it, but I still walk around, tidying things up before the cleaners arrive. I move the sports magazine that Camila left on the sofa to the top of a neat pile on the coffee table. I take her empty coffee cup into the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.

I've just shut the dishwasher door when I hear activity in the foyer.

I head through the apartment to introduce myself.

There are two women. One older, one younger. And they both look surprised to see me.

"Hi," I say, lifting my hand in a wave. "I'm Lauren."

The older woman smiles warmly. "Nice to meet you, Laureb. I'm Barb, and this is Bella." She points to the younger woman.

Looking at her, I'm pegging her to be around my age, maybe a little younger.

She doesn't smile. Just regards me with narrow eyes.

She's a really pretty girl. Red hair tied up into a messy bun. Taller than me. Slender figure. Clear, fresh skin.

The way she's staring at me is starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

Maybe she thinks I'm with Camila. And maybe she likes Camz.

Can't blame the girl. I mean, who doesn't like her? Dude is hot as hell. And she's a movie star to boot. Just a shame about her crude mouth and disgusting smoking habit.

"Camila's just in the office," I tell them, moving my eyes back to Barb. "I'm not his girlfriend or anything. Just a friend. She broke her foot. I'm here, taking care of her, until she's healed."

"Oh no," Barb says. "How'ds he do that?"

"Oh, I did it. I hit her with my car."

Barb's eyes widen, and I hear Bella snigger.