Lauren awoke early that Saturday morning, the brunette woke up smiling just by knowing who was coming to spend the weekend with her. Even though she spent most of the night on Facetime with Ryan, she woke up in a good mood for knowing that in a few hours the British boy would be by her side.

She needed that, and a lot. It would be great to have someone to keep her company.

She stretched her arms, letting out a satisfying groan as she felt her muscles relax and some bones snap. She ran her hands over her face and yawned, causing a deep sound to come out of her mouth. She supported her hands on the mattress and took impetus to sat up on the bed, to then get up from it. She walked slowly to the bathroom, and once she got there, she began to undress.

She needed a long bath urgently.

[...]

After she left the bathroom, Lauren got dressed in a simple casual outfit; a large white shirt that was slung on her shoulders and had a Bob Marley print, black denim shorts with shredded tips, and her inseparable combat boots. She was going to pick up Ryan at the airport, even though the boy said that it wasn't necessary, but the brunette insisted, because she really missed her 'boyfriend' and consequently best friend.

She finished drying her hair with the bath towel, leaving the tips a little damp, but she didn't care about that. She threw the slightly damp towel on the bed, she'd take it to the bathroom later, and then she walked over to the vanity table located near her bed in the left corner of her bedroom. She sat on the little bench and opened the second drawer, where her makeup bag was. She started applying makeup unhurriedly, she still had some time before she received a call from her 'boyfriend' telling her that he had already landed.

After she was ready and smelling very nice, Lauren grabbed her phone and car keys, and as soon as she was walking by the living room of her apartment, her phone vibrated in her hand, making her smile broadly. She slid her finger across her screen and brought the device to her ear.

"Baby boy." She greeted him, and was gifted with that laugh that made her feel so good; as she opened the front door and locked her apartment.

"I see that someone woke up in a good mood." The two of them laughed; as Lauren reached the elevator and pressed the button to call it. "And here I thought that I'd wake you up." Ryan pretended to be upset, and Lauren let out a loud laugh.

The boy always made her laugh easily. And she loved that. The elevator reached her floor and she quickly stepped into the metal box.

"Who knows, maybe next time, maybe..." Lauren said with a smile.

"Who knows." He let out with a chuckle. Lauren looked at herself in the mirror and straightened her hair, which was longer due to her role in the tv series; she had to let her hair grow and couldn't do much to it at the moment. "Are you on your way?"

"I'm in the elevator."

"I noticed." Ryan said with a chuckle, because the connection was failing. "I'll wait here for you. Don't take too long because I miss you so much."

Lauren couldn't help letting out a cute 'Aw'. She also missed her best friend. She couldn't wait to spend the whole weekend clinging to him. Ryan definitely had one of the best hugs.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

[...]

Ryan was waiting patiently for Lauren, the boy was leaning against a pillar near the arrivals gate. None of his fans knew of his trip to Los Angeles, so he was able to wait for the brunette right there in the airport. Beside him was just Jerry, his private security guard. Each of the five boys had a trusty security guard for when they traveled alone.

"She's here." Ryan was awakened from his thoughts when he heard Jerry's voice informing him of Lauren's arrival.

The boy turned around and swept his eyes around the airport in search of his 'girlfriend', and as soon as he found her, he flashed a broad smile and released the handle of the suitcase that was by his feet. The brunette smiled at him in the same way and ran towards him. Luckily, Ryan managed to balance himself on his legs when the brunette's body collided with his, jumping into his lap. He held Lauren's ass firmly to give her some support.

"I missed you, boo." Lauren whispered in his ear, emotional, she had really missed him. The brunette's arms tightened even more around Ryan's neck, and the boy smiled, happy with that contact. He had missed her too.

"I missed you too, shorty."

His hands moved up from Lauren's ass and he hugged the brunette's waist, pressing her against his body. The hug was already lasting for more than 45 seconds, but to them it felt like hours had passed while they hugged each other. Ryan inhaled his best friend's delicious scent, she always smelled so nice.

"I think we better go. Lauren attracted some attention." The two of them heard Jerry's voice behind them.

Lauren pulled her face away from the crook of Ryan's neck and looked around, seeing a group of five people looking towards them. They both smiled and looked at each other, no words were needed for them to understand one another, it was time to act a little. Lauren held the boy's nape with both hands and slowly inched her face closer to his, and their lips touched in a long peck. Ryan smiled, finding all that amusing, which ended up breaking their kiss. Lauren shook her head and pulled the boy for a real kiss, and that was enough for the same group of teenagers that was watching them from afar to grab their phones and record that moment.

Ryan moved his lips slowly over Lauren's, who let him dictate the tender rhythm of that kiss.

"Now we can go." Lauren murmured against the British boy's lips, and he promptly nodded his head.

He sealed his lips with Lauren's one more time before putting the brunette on the floor. Jerry grabbed the only wheeled suitcase that Ryan had brought with him and started walking towards the exit. Ryan intertwined his fingers with Lauren's and the two of them walked out of there smiling and holding hands.

Surely that 'passionate' scene would set tongues wagging.

And that was exactly what they wanted.

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Camila grunted several profanities when the loud ringing of her phone rang in her bedroom. She just wanted to be able to sleep in peace all day, but her best friend had other plans on that. Letting out an impatient huff, Camila reached for her phone and finally answered it.

"What?" Camila made a point of showing her obvious moodiness, and Selena, on the other side, rolled her eyes when she noticed the Latina's sleepy and grumpy voice.

"I can't believe you're still sleeping at this hour."

Camila rolled over to the other side of her King size bed and rubbed her left eye with her free hand. She felt exhausted, it seemed as if she had just fallen asleep such was her exhaustion.

"And I'd sleep for the rest of the day if you stopped bugging me." Camila countered grumpily, and Selena laughed, the woman was well aware of her best friend's grumpy temper when she was awakened.

"Stop being grumpy and get that fat ass out of bed."

A frown formed on the Latina's face upon hearing that, she felt like cussing Selena, but that would make her friend piss her off even more.

"Sometimes I think you kind of formed a plot with Dinah and my mother. I don't know which one of you three can be the more bossy and annoying. Honestly." Camila grumbled, stressed. She was in a terrible mood and all that because of what? Simple, because of the Latina's little night out last night, which resulted in a fucking hangover. She didn't have a very bad headache, but her stomach was turning and turning, making her feel sick.

"That moodiness of yours can only mean two things: either you didn't fuck anyone last night, or you have one hell of a hangover. And I can bet twice without thinking that it's the latter." Camila couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips as she remembered the two blondes she had fucked last night. "I knew it!" Selena knew from Camila's chuckle that the Latina had fucked someone last night. The two burst into an amused laugh.

Camila yawned quickly and sat up on her bed, her body felt heavy.

"What do you want, Marie?" Camila suddenly became serious again. She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand and widened her eyes, seeing how early it was. "What do you want with me at such an early hour of the morning?"

"Morning? Sweetie, on which continent are you on? It's almost 2 in the afternoon, babe."

Camila widened her eyes when the realization fell on her, she didn't realize that it was that late.

Shit, I'm late!, she exclaimed in thought, and she abruptly got up from her bed and ran towards the bathroom, ignoring her nausea.

"Dammit!" The Latina hit her own forehead. "I almost forgot about our commitment."

"I noticed." Selena shot back ironically.

Camila pulled her phone away from her ear and put it on speakerphone, placing the device on top of the sink of her bathroom. She started undressing quickly, almost ripping her pajamas and lingerie set.

"Call Dinah and tell her I had an unforeseen occurrence." Camila asked, running towards the shower-box, her voice tone louder so that Selena could hear her.

"I already did. I don't know how she still hasn't knocked on the door of your apartment."

Camila laughed inwardly, agreeing with Selena's comment. She knew that Dinah had it in her to really do that. Dinah hated delays, especially Camila's, which were usually excessive.

It takes a lot of patience to deal with the Latina.

"I'm gonna finish my shower. I'll let you know when I'm done." Camila shouted to Selena, who nodded her head and said goodbye, hanging up the call seconds later.

Almost 40 minutes later, Camila was already ready and leaving her apartment. She sent a text message to Dinah letting her know that she was on her way, and she sent one to Selena too. The Latina was surprised by the number of missed calls on her phone. She was sure that she would get scolded when she got to the stadium.

Camila, Dinah, Selena and several other artists were attending a charity baseball game, in order to raise money to help the most needy parts of Africa. The game was open to anyone who wanted to help.

"Finally!" Dinah exclaimed when she saw a flustered Camila appear at the top of the bleachers. They weren't going to sit in the VIP box alongside some other celebrities, they liked to feel the energy of the crowd. "I was about to get out of here to go get you by the hair." Dinah said to Camila as soon as the Latina reached her side.

The woman supported her hands on her knees and leaned forward, desperately seeking the air she had lost due to her running away from the paparazzi in front of the stadium and due to her haste to arrive in time before the game started.

"Where's Selly?" Camila asked, and straightened her posture, snapping her spine quickly. Dinah didn't even have to answer, because before she could, the other brunette appeared behind Camila. Alongside her was Dylan who was holding a tray of drinks.

"Look at what the cat dragged in." Camila winced at the slight anger in Selena's voice, and she turned around with an awkward smile on her lips. She faced the brunette and swallowed hard when she saw the serious look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Selly. I ended up getting confused with the time." Camila apologized quickly, and Selena rolled her eyes. The woman closed the space between them and slapped Camila on the shoulder, causing a grimace of pain on the Latina.

"Keep ditching your friends over women and I'll cut off your fingers."

"Leave Mila alone, Sel." Dylan asked, and Camila sighed in relief when the brunette walked away from her to sit on her seat. "Hey, Mila." Dylan smiled in a friendly way and waved to the Latina, who reciprocated the gestures.

"Hi, Dylan."

Camila heard Dinah's laughter and shook her head. The four of them then sat down to wait for the beginning of the game. Dylan handed out the drinks and soon the friends were entertained in a conversation about various subjects.

[...]

The game began, the two teams were composed of public figures; a marketing ploy to attract people, and it worked, the stadium was completely sold out. But the money raised there would be donated to a charity.

The world of fame didn't always have only the bad side.

Everyone was excited, cheering together for both teams. Camila and her friends shouted in support all the time. The Latina and Dylan talked mostly about the game pitches, while Dinah and Selena just cheered because they didn't understand the rules of baseball very well. They both preferred basketball.

"Chancho, look who's here." Dinah said in Camila's ear, drawing her attention. Discreetly, the taller woman pointed towards a VIP box, where in it was possible to see Ryan and Lauren focused on the game. "The power couple."

Camila rolled her eyes, but she couldn't avert her gaze from Lauren. The brunette was wearing a tight tank top with an emblem of the campaign that organized the game, and thanks to the glass walls it was possible to see that she was also wearing leather pants. Camila smiled and bit the corner of her lower lip, the brunette looked hot. Without thinking twice, she pulled her phone from her pocket and opened WhatsApp.

Camila: You look so good in those leather pants... they make me want to squeeze your ass so badly.

Camila sent the text and continued looking at the brunette to see what her reaction would be. It took almost a minute for Lauren to realize that her phone had received something. The smile on her face died, giving way to a dull and tedious expression as she read Camila's text message.

Lauren: My boyfriend said the same thing. PS: And only he will have the right to squeeze my ass haha

Lauren smiled ironically as she sent the text message. And Camila laughed as she read the brunette's text, she knew that the other woman wanted to tease her. The Latina didn't get angry, just jealous because Ryan could touch Lauren the way she touched her. However, he had more right and opportunities than her.

Camila: Lucky guy.

Lauren: He is.

Camila: Give him some excuse and go to the bathroom.

Camila didn't ask, she ordered. And Lauren raised her eyebrows in disbelief as she read the Latina's 'request'.

Who does she think she is?, the brunette thought angrily. She'd find a way to end Camila's self-centeredness for good.

Lauren: What do you want with me?

Camila: You know what I want...

Lauren: Too bad your time with me is over, I already told you that that won't happen again!

Lauren tried to make it clear in that text message that she didn't want any kind of intimate involvement with Camila again, even if inside she was burning for the Latina to possess her again. But she couldn't give her that little taste, and she wouldn't.

Camila flashed a broad smile and chose not to reply to that last text. That's what we'll see, the Latina thought victoriously.

While all that was already a thing of the past for Lauren, for Camila it was just the beginning of a very dangerous game.

Hot and dangerous.

She'd make Lauren beg for her touches.