My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 10

Camila's POV

I woke up the next morning due to the sound of the rain. A heavy rain, that decided to poured down in that Saturday morning.

The wind and heavy drops brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes, trying to adapt them to the light that seven in the morning brought, as reported by the alarm clock set on the table next to me.

I allowed myself not to move, starting an epic battle against my eyelids. Little by little I came to my consciousness what made me notice the pains in my body as I tried to turn on my back in bed.

-"Shit..."

I couldn't hear my own voice, it came out in a whisper. At the moment I was immobile since it seemed to be the only action I could perform without feeling pain.

I relaxed with the pleasant noise that the rain spread out unintentionally, and I found myself engrossed in that sound.

I was beginning to fall into unconsciousness again when I was startled by thunder, not very loud, but it was still enough to cause me to open my eyes again.

-"Damn..."

-"Hmmm"—Somebody hummed next to me.

The shock made me roll over in bed faster than I wanted. I felt again pain on my body manifesting itself without mercy, but it wasn't enough to divert my attention from the woman who was also shyly moving beside me, with her eyes still closed.

Lauren's hair was more messy than usual. Her face was on the soft pillow, and a sheet covered only the area of ​​her body that wasn't to be seen...the most beautiful part.

I stayed still, unsure what to do, and then flashbacks from last night came into my mind:

Lauren paid to stay with me for the rest of the night. We had sex until 4:00 a.m. And then we fell asleep on my bed.

-"Oh boy..."

I imagine she would be angry to wake up in a prostitute's bed, but that was inevitable. She would wake up at any moment, then she would see me by her side, she would remember what happened and she would get out of The Hills as fast as she could.

After a few minutes of thinking, I came to the conclusion that it might be better to wake her up at once and make her leave as soon as possible. In fact, I would have done it immediately if I wasn't admiring her practically open-mouthed like an idiot.

There was no denying it: Lauren was absurdly beautiful.

She was an almost immoral, almost supernatural beauty. But everything about her managed to be so perfect, so dazzling, that I was beginning to wonder if that beauty was real.

As if she could read my thoughts, she smiled.

A simple smile and so devastating that it made me lose my breath a bit, already unstable by her sight.

It must be a good or at least pleasant dream to make her smile in such a sweet way. Without taking my eyes off her, I deeply and intimately wished, without knowing why, to be part of her dream.

The rain began to fall even harder, taking me away from my thoughts.

I got out of bed with difficulty and went to the bathroom, closing the door carefully.
I washed my face and combed my hair with my fingers, without even looking at the mirror, postponing a nice bath for later, until Lauren have already left my room.

I put on my cream remembering the pain I felt and dressed up with my robe when I entered the room again. She hadn't moved, which could mean she was deeply asleep.