Room 72; Camren (translated to English)

Chapter 3

I'd recommend for you to listen to earned it by the weekend and crazy in love fifty shades of grey remix by Beyoncé in the background while reading this chapter.

Lauren's Pov

- The last moan from her mouth fell on my lips, and my last gasp hit hers. I laid on my side of the bed trying to catch my breath, feeling Kaylee kiss my cheek and get up from her side.

- I'm going to take a shower she said after kissing me passionately on my lips and I responded by kissing her back.

- I fell silent with the sheets on top of me, watching the blonde leave the room. Yes, she was perfect to tell the truth. Her body was perfect, her face was gorgeous, as if it had been sculpted. I mean for fuck sakes she's a Victoria Secret model.

- I sighed closing my eyes, listening to Kay's cell phone vibrate. It was wrong that at some point while I had sex with my girlfriend I would have thought of another girl, I know. I would of imagined it was Camila, just for a second. When I imagined it was Camila I moaned out loud, just to have her under me. But when I opened my eyes there was Kaylee. Again the sound of her phone vibrating reached my ears.

- Camila was right, I dated her because she was a Victoria Secret model and in a way, that would increase the reservations at my hotels when the girls stayed for the shows. But I ended up loving Kaylee. Her phone ended up vibrating three more times disturbing my thoughts, and frustrated I got up to answer the phone or to simply remove the sound. But thankfully the iPhone had a feature that allowed you to see the messages on the screen without opening the application. Who the hell was Sean? Why was he asking for photos of her boobs? The answer was in the next message, because he had already sent her one of his... I prefer not to mention the word.

- Kaylee came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and I stared at her for a moment.

- "Kay, quick question, how many times have we had sex?"

- She frowned putting one of her white T-shirts on, and then turning to me.

- "I don't know, a lot." She shrugged and began wearing her pants.

- "How many times have we had oral sex?" She stared at me, and raised her shoulders.

- I don't know, many times.

- Yes, but the point is that those "many times" are the ones I did to you when I was between your legs. You only did it to me once. A year ago. Oh and yes, I always let you come in my mouth. But, whenever I approached you, you would turn your head away when I wasn't even going to get there.

- "Where's all this coming from? I thought you liked it." She frowned in confusion.

- "Yeah, well, you could have told me you were straight and that you liked Sean, the vice president of Marriot. Or you could have told me all you wanted was my money and I could have given it to you without wasting my time on a gold digger. Don't you think?"