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Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

I kept my eyes closed, while Camila distributed small kisses all over my stomach, heading towards my head. It must have been the third orgasm that night, I was completely fucking exhausted. My chest rose and fell in a panting and mismatching breath. Camila accommodated her body on mine, making me feel the gentle touch of her sweaty skin. I opened my eyes, staring at that pair of brown eyes facing me. Karla expanded her lips into a satisfied smile, showing off her white teeth. We were lying on the carpet of the lounge room, completely naked. I stretched my arm, letting my hand slide up the brunette's back, following the line of her spine until reaching her neck. The Latina brought one of her hands up to her hair, throwing it to one side, leaving the other totally free. The little illumination that bathed the brunette's body highlighted her most striking features.

-I had forgotten how you were so good, Karla.

She smiled and then bit her lower lip.

-I can say the same, Lauren.

Camila lifted her body a little, resting her arms around my head, now staying with her face in the same direction as mine, with a small distance between both.

-Of course you can. I'm great. – I let out smugly.

-We are a fine combination in bed.

-I shouldn't, but I have to agree.

-Of course you have. I'm the best you ever had, Jauregui.

-How can you be so cocky?

-I'm realistic, it's different.

Camila tilted her head, alternating her gaze between my eyes and my mouth. Slowly the brunette parted her lips, and hinted that she would unite them to mine. When I took impulse to kiss her, she backed away with that mischievous smile on her lips. I frowned, earning an amused expression from the Latina. I turned our bodies on the carpet, inverting our positions, now I was on top of her.

-This is not fair. – she exclaimed when I held her wrists with my hands.

-Everything is fair between us. – it was what I said before kissing her.

The images of last night with Camila flooded my thoughts, leaving no room for anything else. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm water running down my body. It had already dawned, right now the brunette should be sleeping beside her doped husband or not. I turned off the shower, grabbing the thick towel that was next to it. It took me a few minutes to be properly ready. Soon I left the guest room of the Collins' mansion, and walked down the corridor to the main room. To my unfortunate surprise, I found who I least wanted coming down the staircase.

-Good Morning, Agent Jauregui. – Collins spoke once he approached.

The man was now very different from what I was used to seeing. Christopher was wearing gray sweatpants and a very simple white shirt. His hair was damp and neatly combed.

-Good Morning, Mr. Collins.

-Sleep well?

-Yes, perfectly well. – I said without looking him in the eye.

-Great, I see that you are already leaving. Don't you want to have breakfast before?

-No, thank you. I just really have to go.

-I insist, Lauren. Join me.

Christopher just motioned for me to follow to the breakfast table, and it was exactly what I did. We walked in absolute silence to the table, which made things a bit uncomfortable for me.

-I feel so exhausted, my God. – he said as he sat at the head of the table.

The image of Camila whirling the champagne glass with the drug came into my thoughts, making my heart race. I shook my head in an attempt to push those images out of my head quickly.

-That must be overwork, sir.

-Certainly. But to get where I am, you need to do many things. That includes a long course of work, Agent.

-I imagine so. I'm surprised and admired with that. I see that you are a young man, and still you have achieved a lot.

Christopher smiled.

-I was born to be a great businessman, Lauren. And I trod the right path to achieve it. Too bad many people wish me harm, that's why you are here, right?

-What? – I asked confused.

-To investigate. – he spoke calmly – After all, you are trying to find out who's stealing from me.

I took a deep breath, letting the air escape slowly from my lungs.

-Of course, I'm doing everything possible.

-I hope you succeed.

We were in silence for a few seconds, which to me were being agonizing. I was confused, and at the same time nervous. It was at least too weird to eat breakfast next to the husband of the woman you fucked all night. I never cared about that, I had already had sex with other married women, but I never had to spend time with their husbands. After all, my "relationships" were no more than a one-night stand. And as if that was not enough to torment me, none other than Camila joins us.

-Good Morning. – she said somewhat surprised.

-Good Morning, sweetheart. – Christopher spoke as he rested the cup of coffee on the table.

-Good Morning, Mrs. Collins.

-I thought I wouldn't see you here this morning, Agent. – she said with a smile.

Camila was wearing a high collar ivory blouse, with long sleeves, which were duly pushed back to the elbows. Dark blue jeans with smooth cuts on the thighs and knees, and delicate sandals on her feet. The brunette sat next to Christopher, and therefore in front of me.

-I was on my way out, but Mr. Collins called me for breakfast.

Camila stifled a laugh, and kept her calm expression.

-Are you going out? – the man asked.

-Yes, I'm going to say goodbye to the painter who was in the gallery yesterday. Dinah is already there, and she asked me to go.

-I think he didn't like me that much.

-You weren't very nice to him, honey.

-I was too tired, Camila. I had an exhausting day and I wasn't with much patience for events.

-Well I was with a lot of energy yesterday. – she said exchanging a quick glance with me.

After a few more torturous minutes in a random conversation with the couple in front of me, I informed them that it was getting late and that I needed to go home.

-I'll drive you to the gallery, your car is there. Right? – Camila spoke right after.

-There's no need, ma'am.

-I'm going there, Lauren. It's no trouble, right honey?

-Of course, a ride wouldn't be a bad idea. – Collins spoke as he touched Camila's hand that was rested on the table.

I was already outside the house, near Camila's black Ferrari. I looked at the entrance of the huge mansion, watching the woman quickly saying goodbye to her husband who kissed her lips. I rolled my eyes with a cynical smile on my lips.

You suck, Lauren.

-Let's go? – she asked when she approached.

-Yes.

-You drive.

We got into her car, and then I started it, making the engine roar sound loudly. We drove out of the Collins' mansion, leaving Christopher behind.

-I swear I was surprised to see you at the breakfast table. – Camila said with a cynical voice tone, as she turned on the car stereo – I didn't imagine that you would wait for me for that too.

I accommodated myself better on the car seat and faced Camila. The brunette had her attention focused on me, as she kept her body relaxed in the passenger seat.

-I ended up having the misfortune of running into your husband when I left the bedroom. Don't think it was for you, Karla.

-I doubt that it wasn't for me. Last night was so good that you wanted to wait to see me at breakfast.

-How do you do it? – I asked, as I turned my gaze from the line of cars ahead to face her.

-What?

-Act naturally. You behave as if everything is normal, Camila.

She sighed and smiled, as she turned the small button on the dashboard, increasing the volume of the song that was playing. I divided my attention between the road and the woman next to me.

-I have to be like this, Lauren. People will see what I want them to see. – she said as she flashed me a confident look – I call the shots.

-With me it's not like that, I see who you are, Camila.

She smirked.

-You see what I want you to see, Jauregui.

-You are crazy. – I said with my eyes fixed on her amused expression – You know that, right?

-Yes, I know, it's one of my virtues. You don't like it?

Camila reached out, moving my hair to the opposite side from where it was. I said nothing, just stopped the car before the red traffic light, when the brunette lifted her body a little. I closed my eyes when I felt Camila's soft and moist lips in the skin of my neck.

-You like it, Lauren... – she whispered in my ear.

The car that was behind us honked scandalously informing that all the cars ahead had already moved. I shook my head and stepped on the gas pedal. Camila let out a little chuckle, and returned to her seat.

-Can you stay still?

-I can't.

-Well, try if you don't want me to crash your car. – I exclaimed somewhat nervous.

The brunette seemed to enjoy the situation, it was easily noticeable by her cynical expression. Camila moved slowly on her seat to the sound of the music that came out of the Ferrari's speakers. I did my best to keep my focus on the road during the whole drive to the Cabello gallery.

-You get all nervous. I like that. – she said as she rested her hand on my thigh.

-Camila...

-I won't do anything. Promise!

-I don't trust you.

Camila let out an amused laugh and shook her head.

-You are having a terrible image of me. I'm a sweetheart, you know?

-You are a demon, Karla.

-You should be a little romantic with me. Calling me a demon is not affectionate at all. – her voice tone was pure cynicism.

I let out a soft laugh, trying to keep my focus on the road ahead. We were now entering the Cabello gallery parking lot, where my car was.

-But since I'm a good woman, I'll forgive you for that. – she completed.

-You will? – I asked as I turned off the car.

-Of course, Lauren. – Camila inched even closer, now staying a few centimeters away from my face – I'm always very good.

In an almost imperceptible act, the brunette pressed the small button of my seat's seatbelt, leaving me totally free. For a moment I fixed my eyes on hers, and then I stared at her well-drawn lips, which parted slowly. I swallowed hard, and turned my eyes to hers, noticing how intense that moment became. In an impulse I kissed her mouth. Camila seemed surprised, because she took a few seconds to reciprocate, perhaps she didn't expect  me to make the first move. I brought one of my hands up to her neck, pulling her closer, as my tongue took care of entering her mouth and slide over her warm and soft tongue. Our movements weren't fast, much less desperate, but they were also far from calm. I sucked the brunette's tongue with mastery, alternating my head to the opposite side, without taking my hand from her neck. Camila reciprocated with the same desire, intensifying our kiss. I was increasingly leaning over the woman's body, taking her lips and her tongue with want. The brunette sighed between my lips, and I released them slowly, to go down with the kisses to her neck. Surely that little space was getting hotter than it should.

-Back away! – she ordered.

I backed away a little confused, leaning my back in the car seat. Camila didn't take long to move. Carefully the brunette straddled my lap, leaving one leg on each side of my thighs.

-This is much better, Jauregui.

The Latina held my face with both her hands as she stared at me with that pair of fiery brown eyes. I rested my hands on her waist, squeezing a little hard.

-I shouldn't... – I whispered a little breathless.

-But you want to, and so do I. – she said to then take my lips in a kiss.

We stayed for a few more good minutes inside that car. Between kisses and intense snogging, just that. Camila was still in my lap, now shirtless and with beautiful reddish marks near her breasts and neck. We were sweaty and fucking aroused with that moment, but we wouldn't cross the line, not today.

-I have to go in. We have been here for almost half an hour. Dinah is going to kill me. – Camila said as I kissed her neck and pulse point.

-I need to go home too. – I stared at her face, which portrayed a smile.

Camila nodded and got out of my lap to return to the passenger seat. I looked at the rearview mirror, having the image of a Lauren somewhat disheveled with swollen and reddened lips.

-Look at the state you leave me in. – I said as I tried to improve the situation.

Camila let out a soft chuckle as she looked for her blouse around the car.

-I leave you sexy and very aroused.

The Latina finished putting on her blouse and turned her attention to the mirror, straightening her hair and then touching up the lipstick that covered her soft and now swollen lips.

-There there.

-Great, I'm going now.

Camila leaned her body and slowly just gave me a peck.

-Thank you for the protection, Agent Jauregui.

I shook my head and opened the Ferrari door. We got out of the luxury car together, looking around us. Everything extremely calm. I held my small hand bag, where my gun was, as I walked towards my car that was parked on the other side.

-Call me if you need anything.

-Oh, I will. See you later, Agent.

Camila winked at me, and graciously walked to the entrance of her gallery. I unlocked my car, entering it. I threw my hand bag on the passenger seat while I accommodated myself in my seat.

-You just made everything worse, Lauren. – I whispered to myself as I started the car – But well, what will be, will be.

Camila Collins' Point Of View

I crossed the huge hall of the gallery, which unlike the previous night was already partially empty. The assembly team was in a hard and careful work to dismantle everything that was done for the exhibition the night before. From a distance I could see Dinah in the top of the stairs in an entertaining conversation with the painter. I ran my hands through my hair, in the attempt to make myself a little more presentable. I went up the stairs, approaching both of them.

-Look who finally arrived.

The blonde didn't have a very good expression on her face. Dinah hated when I was late for our work commitments. I just smiled and greeted the painter who smiled kindly.

-I'm sorry, but something came up last minute.

-I imagine so. – Dinah said as she stared at me with an accusative expression.

-Don't worry, Mrs. Cabello. Your partner entertained me perfectly well. It's a pity that I'm already leaving.

-But already? You don't want to go to my office? We could talk a little about yesterday.

-I have a scheduled flight an hour from now. I really can't. – the man said dispirited.

-I understand, I hope you enjoyed yesterday.

-I loved it! Surely we'll do business many more times. Our event is in every social media column this week.

-I'll make sure to look at them all today!

-Do that, you will love it. It was only good comments!

-I imagine so, your work is wonderful.

-The work you two did is as well. But anyways, I have to go. Thank you so much for everything.

-We are the ones who have to thank you.

We said goodbye to the man who kindly thanked us once again. We saw him go down the stairs and give some more orders to his team who was handling his work of arts that were being packaged, to then leave.

-Did you get lost?

Dinah asked when we entered my office.

-I had an unforeseen situation.

-Of course. With that swollen mouth and that tousled hair, I know exactly the kind of unforeseen situation you had, Camila. And it's called sex.

I let out a chuckle and sat on my chair.

-I didn't have sex this morning. Just maybe during the whole night.

Dinah rolled her eyes as she grabbed a small bottle of sparkling water from the mini-bar.

-Do you seriously still have all that liveliness with Christopher?

The blonde asked with disdain as she sat on the armchair in front of me. I let out an amused laugh as I shook my head. She would never accept my marriage.

-And who said it was with Christopher?

Dinah burst into a coughing fit when she choked on the water she was drinking. Her eyes widened, as she was seeking air into her lungs.

-Wait... Wait... You...

I swiveled in my chair until returning to the starting position.

-I...

-You had sex with the deputy?

I repressed a smile when I saw my best friend's excited and at the same time surprised expression.

-I did, Dinah, we did all night long. – I said as I remembered the moments with Lauren.

-Oh my God! – she exclaimed loudly – You are such a little bitch. What about Christopher? Did he watch everything or was he sleeping like a cuckold? – she asked laughing.

-I gave him a little help to sleep. He was tired, and I was too excited yesterday. And as the good wife that I am, I let him have a good night's rest.

-Sometime I think I can be afraid of you, but then I remember that no one knows you as well as I do.

-You make me sound like a bad person speaking like that. – I got up from the chair and walked to the counter, where I poured myself some fresh coffee. I inhaled the delicious aroma that emanated from the china cup – You better than anyone know how good I am, Jane.

-Oh, of course. But tell me, the deputy accepted it coolly? Are you two going to continue with this?

-I had to play hard for her to give in. But Lauren liked it, a lot. I'm sure she will want more...

-She seems to be so uptight. You are leading the woman into a dark path...

-You are mistaken if you think that about her. Lauren is a box of surprises, Dinah. I'm sure that of saint she has nothing. Let's go with the fact that she's sleeping with the wife of the victim of the case she's investigating. – I shrugged as I sat back on my chair.

-Camila, we know that you can be very persuasive. You always get what you want. You make people pieces of a game.

-It's a gift. I have to use it to my advantage. But with Lauren it's different.

-Different?

-You know that's true.

-Be careful with that.

-I'm always careful, Dinah.

Christopher Collins' Point Of View

I made a quick sequence of punches and kicks in the huge sandbag hanging from the ceiling. After a deep sleep that night, I decided to spend some hours in the gym to gain back some energy. I repeated the movements again and again, depositing all my strength. My body was sweaty and at a high temperature due to the heat and strong movements. I sighed heavily, feeling the air increasingly scarce.

-Mr. Collins? – Eliza called upon entering the private gym of my house.

-Yes, Eliza.

-Commissioner Brandon is here, he said that you scheduled with him.

-Dammit. – I muttered at the memory of the commitment – Let him in. I will not interrupt my workout.

The woman nodded and then walked towards the exit door. I backed away from the sandbag and headed towards the wooden counter that stood against the wall. I removed my gloves and picked up my white shirt that was there, putting it on quickly, to then grab the small bottle of water that was on the counter. I opened the lid and brought it up to my lips. The cold liquid gave me some relief, due to the heat that was present. I heard the door being opened again, now with the presence of Commissioner Brandon.

-Good Morning, Christopher. – the man said as he approached.

-Good Morning. – I left the bottle aside and grabbed the gloves again, walking on the mat closer to the black sandbag.

-I came because you asked me the other day and...

-I know, have a seat there. We need to address some issues.

Brandon nodded and walked to the stool that stood beside the mat. The Commissioner was always an extremely helpful man, and obedient. Of course, with the amount of money I offered him, it couldn't be different.

-Is it about the company investigation? If it is, I must ask you for patience, Agent Jauregui is handling the case.

I shook my head, adjusting the elastic bandage on my hands, to then put the gloves on again.

-I know that. Lauren has already informed me about everything. It's not about that investigation that I want to talk about.

-And it's about what?

-Heitor.

The Commissioner frowned in a puzzled expression, but said nothing. I took a deep breath, moving my neck from one side to the other.

-I'm a little worried about what he might do.

-Did he say anything? – he asked curiously.

-Yes. Last time he went to Collins Enterprise, he threatened me, said he would get revenge.

-Christopher, Heitor has nothing.

-I know, and that's exactly why.

I started a sequence of punches again, while Brandon was staring at me.

-You think he might want to get revenge?

-I'm sure he will. And that's exactly why I called you here. – I said while pounding the sandbag.

-What are you planning, Collins?

I stopped with the punches, feeling my chest rise and fall quickly in a heavy breathing. I slid my forearm across my forehead, removing the remnants of sweat that emanated from there.

-We have to act, Brandon. I will not wait for him to fuck me over.

Commissioner's expression wasn't calm, he clearly seemed nervous about that. Brandon fidgeted on the wooden stool, and then said:

-Can't you try and make a deal? He knows too much.

-A deal? Do you really think that at this point he would accept a deal? – I let out a sarcastic and humorless laugh.

-I think it would be the best way.

-I don't want to. I hate him and I don't trust him. Heitor want to see me dead.

I removed the gloves from my hands, throwing them aside in any way.

-You shouldn't have broken the partnership with him, Christopher.

-Are you really going to tell me what I should or shouldn't do, Commissioner?

-No, sir,

-I don't like to have partners, I think you noticed that. I was born to reign everything alone. And I think I worked too hard to have a leech wanting my money.

-You worked hard?

-Of course, everything that I did wasn't enough for you? Sometimes we need to take drastic measures to get what we want.

-And you want to do that again?

-If need be, I will. In fact, we will.

-I don't know if I can do that again.

I let out a laugh at the man, who turned his eyes away from mine.

-I'm not asking you to help me. Commissioner, must I tell you that you have to do what I say?

-Christopher, you can't make me! – he got up from the stool.

I squinted my eyes and stared at the man with a serious expression.

-Of course I can. I have you in my hand, Brandon. You will do what I say. But don't worry, I still haven't decided anything. I'm thinking about what I have to do... You'll get paid well for this, like always.

-Right.

-I'll investigate further. I have many informants, and I want to know Heitor's every move. He doesn't deceive me at all. He was with us last time.

-I don't think he would say something. He was there too.

-He has nothing else to lose, Commissioner. Do you think he will care about opening his mouth?

-I believe so.

-You are an idiot. He has nothing to lose, he's blind with hate. And he will want to get back at me.

-And what are you going to do?

-I'll think about it. I want to scare him.

-That's risky.

-Exactly. Heitor needs to know with who he's messing. I'm still impressed by his stupidity. He knows how I am, and still he wants play the brave.

-Yes, I have to agree with you.

-But I'm patient. I'll wait a little longer, I have some company commitments for these weeks. Meanwhile, I want you to keep a close eye, to be aware of absolutely everything.

-I'll do that, Mr. Collins.

-Very well. Heitor will get what he deserves.

-Aren't you afraid? – he asked, afraid.

-Afraid of what? Brandon, other people are the ones who should be afraid of me.

-Christopher...

I heard the sound of the door again and made a sign for the Commissioner to be quiet. Then I saw my wife's face through the crack of the door. The brunette smiled and walked into the gym, walking towards me.

-Am I interrupting? – she asked with a frown.

I swallowed hard, analyzing my wife's expressions. I exchanged a quick glance with the Commissioner who looked nervous.

-Of course not.

-Commissioner, I didn't know that I would find you here today. – she said with a pleasant smile.

-Hello, Mrs. Collins. I came to solve some issues with your husband.

I flashed a smile at Camila who joined us. She seemed pretty calm, probably had just arrived. She shouldn't have heard anything of my conversation, otherwise her expression would be very different.

-About the investigation?

-No, love. It's other business. I'm solving with him some issues about Collins' security team.

-You don't leave Brandon alone not even on a Sunday, honey.

-I don't mind, ma'am.

-You are always very kind, Brandon.

-I thought you would take longer in the gallery. – I said trying to get closer, but the brunette stepped back.

-You are all sweaty, don't even think about it.

I let out a laugh at her.

-I just left Lauren in the gallery, solved some issues with Dinah, and came back.

-Great, we can have lunch together.

-How's Lauren doing? – Brandon asked, trying to be as natural as possible.

-She's doing perfectly well. You couldn't have picked a better agent.

-Camila got along very well with Jauregui. Thank goodness, she never likes the security guards. – I said calmly.

-Lauren is very discreet and competent. And I believe that putting a woman as a personal bodyguard is much easier.

-And safer. I don't want so many men close to my wife.

Camila looked at me, touching my shoulder.

-Don't be silly, honey. Well, I'm going to take a shower and get ready so we can have lunch together. Do the same. – Camila said as she deposited a quick kiss on my mouth.

The brunette smiled and quickly left the room. As soon as the door closed, I flashed a look at Brandon, who seemed to sigh in relief.

-This is our secret, remember this.

Camila Collins' Point Of View

I left the private gym with that tinge of curiosity. Christopher and Brandon looked tense, and even somewhat nervous. Upon entering that room, I noticed a sudden change of subject. I didn't know if I was imagining things, but there was something there that both tried to disguise. It wasn't from today that I knew that both had hidden subjects. Christopher and Brandon were a box of surprises, I would only need to open it.

-And I will still succeed in it...

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NOTE: When Evelin updates again, i'll translate and post it. Oh and i already posted on my timeline or whatever its called here, that Evelin is gonna write a mini fic that i'm also going to translate. She's probably going to start it this week or next week. Here's the summary:

Karla Camila, model, millionaire. With a past laden with love and heartbreak caused by Lauren Jauregui, one of the great entrepreneurs of Victoria's Secrets, whose insecurity of being who she truly is, made her lose great opportunities. After a few years, Lauren reencounters the first love of her life, on a runway, bringing back a whole feeling that she thought she had forgotten. Now with the mission to win back the sweet angel that Camila once was.

But the question is: Can Fallen Angels be who they once were?