A drop of sweat trickled down Camila's shoulders, sliding down her spine and disappearing between her buttocks. The Latina gasped, intensifying her movements.

"Mmmm... Harder..." The brunette's voice sounded hoarse, in a soft and aroused tone close to the Latina's ear.

Camila let out a groan and gripped the brown hair of the woman beneath her tightly. Looking into her eyes, she smiled in a seductive way right before speeding up her thrusts.

"Moan my name again." Camila asked, almost demanding, and the brunette gasped, digging her nails into the Latina's back; who moaned, feeling pleasure in the pain cause by the woman's claws. She'd love to look at herself in the mirror to see those marks, knowing that they had been caused during a spectacular fuck.

"I'm gonna... Fuck! Camila!"

Camila slightly pulled away from the brunette so that she could look at her face, a smile graced the woman's red lips, and somewhat swollen from the kisses exchanged between them. The Latina's brown eyes stared into her... brown eyes?

Camila widened her eyes instantly when she realized that... it couldn't be... What the fuck?! The Latina blinked several times without stopping the movement of her fingers, the brunette beneath her moaned wildly with pleasure and the Latina was speechless.

Not again..., the Latina thought as she closed her eyes. That couldn't be happening, it was already the second time that Camila had sex with Parisa and fantasized about Lauren. Yeah, she was fantasizing about Lauren. Even though she hadn't seen the brunette for nearly two weeks, the words that Lauren had told her the last time they saw each other still hammered in Camila's head.

That's all you're good for.

She couldn't understand what exactly Lauren meant by that. Camila was only good for what? Sex? To make the brunette cum? To drive her crazy with arousal?

Couldn't Ryan bring Lauren to the apex of pleasure? Was that why Lauren said that Camila was only good for that? To do the work that her boyfriend couldn't do?

Those questions hovered over Camila's head, she found herself in a dead end and without any answers. She wanted to understand what the hell Lauren meant by that.

[...]

The Latina left Parisa's apartment, she wasn't up for creating any bonds with the brunette, she just liked the sex they had and kept having from time to time. They were basically friends with benefits. Camila didn't like complications, and she didn't have that with Parisa because the brunette knew how to separate things very well.

Camila stopped at the traffic light, sighing as she drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. Absently, she looked out the window, until her eyes landed on a place very well known to her. A broad smile appeared on her lips and she used the turn signal, already feeling her body come to life with all her senses activated.

She had to succeed that time.

-----

Lauren had just gotten out of the shower, her body seemed to weigh a ton. It had been a few minutes since she had arrived from Selena's apartment, and she needed to sleep badly. She started turning off all the lights in her apartment, but halted in the hallway when she heard her doorbell ringing several times. Her face contorted, both in confusion and in disbelief. Who was stupid enough to bother her at two in the morning?

"Ugh! Fucking hell!"

The brunette unlocked the door of her apartment, and with extreme force, turned the doorknob, pulling it with such hatred that she thought she was going to break it. Lauren was prepared to cuss whoever it was that was bothering her at that hour, but her voice died when she came across that Latina with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Wow!" Camila exclaimed open-mouthed, roaming her eyes all over the brunette's body. Lauren felt naked in front of those eyes that practically undressed her, not to mention the almost transparent white robe she was wearing. "I see you were already waiting for me."

It took Lauren less than a minute to get back to reality. She had promised herself that she'd never fall for Camila's charms again. She'd have to be strong and resist.

But would she succeed?

Lauren and Camila fought a staring battle, the Latina with a sly look accompanied by a mischievous smile and the brunette with an angry look and with clenched teeth. The brunette simply couldn't understand why Camila insisted so much when she had told her several times that she didn't want anything anymore.

"I'm going to ask this once, and only once." Lauren said, gripping the door with her fingers. "What are you doing here?!"

Camila maintained the smile on her lips, but it was fading slowly; her expression went from amused to aroused and seductive in seconds.

Resist!, Lauren reminded herself in thought, shaking her head to push away the impure thoughts she had with the Latina. The brunette couldn't deny that even though the Latina was extremely annoying, that woman could mess with her head.

And not just her head.

"Why do you ask questions that you already know the answers to?" The Latina answered with a rhetorical question, closing the space between them and entering the brunette's apartment. Camila looked around, walking towards the couch, and Lauren rolled her eyes. Stupid, impertinent girl, the brunette thought to herself. "Were you sleeping?"

"Camila, stop beating around the bush and get right to the point. What do you want?" Lauren demanded impatiently, she wasn't in the mood to hear Camila's voice at all.

In fact, she just wanted the Latina to leave and for her to never come back again. Camila smirked, opening the zipper of her black leather jacket, to then remove the piece slowly without breaking eye contact with Lauren.

"You know very well what I want." The Latina lifted the left sleeve of her button-up blouse up to her elbow, doing the same with the other sleeve right after. "Don't play the innocent, that's something you're not."

Lauren inflated her nostrils, huffing angrily. The Latina ignored the brunette's fury and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse. Camila wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, in a completely obscene gesture. Lauren faltered for a few seconds, Camila knew how to be sexy when she wanted to, but the brunette soon enough pulled herself together. She was tired of that, tired of the power that Camila had over her, tired of the teasing and tired of the little games.

She was tired of Camila.

"Put on your jacket and get out of my house, now!" Lauren's order came out softly, but firm.

Camila tsked, shaking her head in a clear gesture that showed she'd counteract the brunette. Stubborn, that was the word that defined that woman.

"You don't want me to leave."

And there she was, the ever-so-present cocky Camila. Lauren felt like punching her face. Who does that girl think she is?!

"If I didn't want that, I wouldn't be kicking you out." The brunette strode energetically to the door, opening it and motioning for Camila to leave. "Come on, Camila, I don't have all night. Leave! And please forget my address."

Camila furrowed her eyebrows, confused. Usually, no matter how many times Lauren told her to leave, she always ended up giving in to her charms. The Latina straightened her posture, she was bewildered. None of her efforts seemed to work.

What would Camila have to do to have Lauren again?

"Lauren, don't be so rude to your guests." The Latina walked slowly towards the brunette, afraid of being slapped, but she simply couldn't help but try again. "I won't stay the whole night this time, I promise." She grabbed Lauren's waist, pushing her towards the wall. "I just need a few hours... Just to have fun."

The Latina rubbed her body against the brunette's; who gasped and gripped the door firmly so as to not fall to the floor. Lauren swallowed hard, straightening her posture correctly, and then stared into Camila's eyes.

"You want to have fun?" Lauren asked with a fake teasing voice tone. Camila ended up falling for it and flashed a victorious smile, nodding her head. "Yeah?" The brunette cupped the Latina's chin and inched her face closer to hers, leaving their mouths close enough for her to whisper: "Well then, go have fun with some call girl. I'm tired of wasting my time with you. Get. Out. Of. My. Apartment. Now! I won't tell you again!" The brunette gripped Camila's chin tightly, making the Latina's face contort with the pain.

Lauren released her chin and pushed the Latina back, moving away from the wall and straightening her clothes. Her blood seemed to boil in her veins.

"You know that our sex was never a waste of time, Lauren. Don't say nonsense, I know that you're dying to have me in your bed again." Camila tried to sound as firm as possible to not show that Lauren's rejection was affecting her. "Why should I go after a call girl if I have you? You're my exclusive."

Lauren opened her mouth in disbelief, feeling the weight of that unfortunate sentence. So Camila saw her that way? Deep down she wasn't that surprised, she already expected something like that from the Latina.

"I'm not one of those girls that you fuck whenever you want and then simply snub them as if they were nothing." The brunette pushed the Latina's shoulders with extreme violence.

Camila seemed to have realized what she had said and felt somewhat desperate, the color fading from her face. Lauren looked really angry now, the Latina knew that this time she had ruined everything.

"I didn't mean to sound that way." Camila tried to approach Lauren again, who just raised her hand, motioning for the Latina to not get close. "Please, hear me out. I don't want any of them. Dammit, Lauren! I'm sorry."

Camila's words sounded so sincere that Lauren considered the idea that the Latina was telling the truth for the first time in her life. But no... She couldn't be; that was probably another trick to have sex.

Lauren flashed a mocking smile, lifted her neck, and stared at Camila up and down. "I don't want any kind of involvement with you anymore, Camila. Is that so hard for you to understand?"

Camila clenched her teeth, she didn't know what else to do to convince Lauren. It was obvious that it would be easy for her to get another girl to spend the rest of the night with, but for some reason, the only one she wanted was precisely the one who didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

"You want. You do. Stop lying, Lauren." The Latina's voice trembled a little, but soon enough she cleared her throat, resuming her pose. She couldn't show weakness, much less show that she was really affected by Lauren's rejection.

Camila didn't know how to handle rejection, ever since she started gaining her fame in Hollywood, things came so easily to her. She didn't even know what it was like to receive a no.

That was until she got involved with Lauren Jauregui.

"Camila, leave. I don't want to have to call the police." Lauren pointed towards the exit.

Camila held the brunette's gaze for a few seconds. She refused to believe that she had been rejected. She shook her head, letting out a humorless laugh.

"I'll go, but only because I'm not in the mood to cause trouble." Camila walked to the couch to get her jacket, and then she walked back to the door, where Lauren still maintained the same serious pose, waiting for Camila to leave. "You know I'll be back."

"I hope you don't come back, or I'll really call the police." The brunette warned her sternly, she just wanted Camila to leave so she could rest in peace.

Lauren waited for the Latina to get into the elevator and only then sighed in relief, closing the door and locking it.

She hoped that that was the last time she had to kick Camila out of her apartment.

-----

*Following day*

After taking a shower, Camila brushed her teeth and combed her hair, and then got out of the bathroom completely naked. She was just holding a towel in her hands to remove the excess water in her hair. She opened her closet and walked into the space in search of some lighter clothes, today the day wasn't as cold as yesterday. She grabbed a light blue tank top, dark denim shorts, and one of her white pair of Vans. She put on lingerie and then the clothes she chose. She didn't want to put on makeup, so she just applied black eyeliner, and then she ruffled her hair a bit, giving it a 'after-sex' look. Camila smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

I'm so fucking hot, the Latina thought to herself.

She was finishing putting on perfume when she heard her phone ring, she was sure that it was Dinah or Selena calling to tell her to hurry up. She grabbed the device from her bed and answered without even bothering to see who it was.

"Yes?" The Latina put the device against her left ear to then turn on her heels and start walking towards the living room.

"Are you already on your way?" Selena asked from the other side, and Camila smiled, she knew she'd call.

"I'm leaving my apartment right now. I'll be there in less than forty minutes."

The Latina grabbed her wallet that was on the coffee table and her car keys, and she heard her friend's laughter from the other side of the line.

"Don't take too long. The girls are already drinking and a little tipsy."

Due to Selena's excitement and because she wasn't rushing Camila in that bossy way of hers, the Latina could deduce that she was also somewhat drunk.

"I'll be there in no time. Love ya, Marie."

"Love ya, my little nugget." Selena blew a kiss from the other side of the line, and Camila laughed. Her friend was definitely not sober.

The Latina shook her head and locked her phone screen. She put the device in her pocket, grabbed her apartment keys from her other pocket, and locked the door. Even though she knew that no one would go up there, it was always better to be safe than sorry. If there was one thing that Camila hated, it was when people went through her things without her presence, and that was one of the reasons why she never brought anyone there that wasn't of her extreme trust.

Camila's apartment had a whole meaning to her, and not just because it was bought with all her effort. It was really an important place, far away from the madness that was her life.

The Latina didn't want to share her safe haven with just anyone.

Already in her car, Camila put on her sunglasses and lowered all the windows. She wanted to feel the wind on her face. She turned on the radio and the song Fancy by Iggy Azalea resonated through the vehicle. The Latina smiled excitedly and started her car, driving out of the garage of her building.

On the drive from her apartment to Selena's, Camila thought about several ways to get to Lauren without running the risk of being turned down again, or end up being slapped on the face. She thought about making up some game and get the brunette drunk, but she never had to give alcohol to a woman to get what she wanted. She also needed to learn how to control her words, last night she had been extremely arrogant with Lauren.

[...]

At Selena's apartment were Dinah, Demi, Lauren and Normani. Lately Lauren was always in the same environment as Camila's friends; all because the brunette had bonded and created a friendship with Demi and the woman always told Selena to invite her.

It seemed that fate insisted on putting the two together.

They were playing flip cup with tequila and vodka. Dylan was the only one who couldn't go because he was busy filming the new movie he would star in. So it was a girls night, they wanted to have fun for no apparent reason, just to diminish the stress that Los Angeles caused on people.

The shrill sound of the doorbell drew everyone's attention, making them turn their heads towards the door.

"I'll go see who it is." Selena tried to get up, but almost fell down on her ass.

Demi had to help her stand, which made everyone present there laugh and then celebrate when Selena was able to stand still on her own. The woman smiled at them and headed towards the front door.

"Camila-Camilus!" Selena exclaimed excitedly and simply threw herself on Camila, who luckily ended up hitting her back on the wall and didn't fall straight to the floor. The stench of alcohol made it clear that the older Latina wasn't sober at all.

"You missed me that much, huh?" Camila said with a smile.

"I did! I missed you so damn much!" Selena exclaimed, holding Camila's face in her hands to fill her with kisses.

"What's taking so lo... Karla!" Demi appeared there, she had gone after Selena to find out why she was taking so long, and as soon as she saw Camila, she immediately pulled Selena back and grabbed the Latina's thin, curvy body with a broad smile, crushing her in her arms.

"Jesus, Demi! I missed you too." The Latina chuckled.

"Let's drink Camila-Camilus!"

Camila didn't say anything, she didn't want to upset a drunken Selena, so the Latina just followed her when Demetria finally released her from that suffocating hug. Upon reaching the living room, she immediately saw everyone looking at her.

"What did you give her?" The Latina asked, referring to Selena, which made the others laugh.

Camila greeted the girls, being coldly ignored by Lauren, even if she wasn't going to greet her anyways.

The atmosphere didn't get heavy and they were all having loads of fun, even Lauren, who despite ignoring Camila's presence as much as she could, was having fun and laughing. Sometimes she even laughed at some of the silly things the Latina said.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to take this call." Lauren informed her friends, already standing up and grabbing her phone from her pocket after feeling it vibrate.

The brunette found it weird when she saw that the number was restricted, and her curiosity piqued up. She ran towards the stairs, going up to the second floor of the apartment, where there was a pool, a small bar, and a sauna. She walked to one of the benches and sat down, curious.

"You don't need to answer the phone."

Lauren's body froze when she heard that voice, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. That couldn't be happening; she wanted that to be a bad joke and not her reality. Lauren just wanted peace, but it seemed that a certain someone wouldn't give her peace anytime soon.

"I can't believe this." The brunette let out in disbelief through clenched teeth. Her jaw was clenched really hard and she squeezed her phone in her hand, imagining it was Camila's neck. She refused to turn around and face that creature. "You were the one who called me, weren't you?"

"We need to talk."