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Arianna sighed. “Until the next big story breaks for them to move on to. This is juicy. It’s got sex, lies, videotapes, murder and the goddamn Internet to boot.”
Kenny patted her leg. “Let’s go out and get something to eat. You’ll feel better.”
“Been there, done that. My picture’s been plastered all over the damn place and Janelle’s been giving interviews to anybody who asks telling them I’m a murderer. I am not in the mood to be bothered with the public again.”
“You’re right. I’ll order something in. You’ve got to stop letting Janelle get to you, though. Anybody can see she needs to get a life. How’s Nicole doing by the way?”
“Pissed because her name’s been dragged into this and reporters are harassing her, too. She doesn’t want her name in headlines any more than I do.”
“It’s not just in the headlines, baby. I went online to LoveMeBlack and you and Chauncey are the only thing they’re talking about in the chat rooms.”
Arianna sat up straight. “What were you doing on that site? Looking for someone to replace me?”
Kenny moved away from her, frowning. “I can’t believe you would even say that after everything we’ve been through these past few weeks. There is more to do on that site than check out women.”
Kenny got up and charged to the kitchen like a child having a tantrum.
After a moment, Arianna followed him. He was at the sink pouring a glass of water.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, which had shrunk several inches in diameter since their first date.
“I’m sorry, baby. I know how much you care about me. But with everything going on, I wouldn’t blame you for bailing.”
She pinched his ass. “And with this new svelte figure of yours, I’m sure you’d get lots of emails if you put up a new picture with your profile.”
Kenny set down his glass, turned around and put his arms around Arianna.
“I took down my profile after we made love the first time and I don’t plan to put it back up. And in case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not going anywhere.”
They kissed.
Arianna walked to the refrigerator. “I need something stronger than water.” She took out a bottle of tequila and poured two shots.
They drank the liquor and retired to Arianna’s bedroom.
Kenny wanted to make love, but she wasn’t feeling affectionate. Instead, they cuddled until she went to sleep.
At breakfast the next day, Arianna asked him to stay with her until the kids came home. She needed the company. He agreed.
For the next few days, Arianna shut herself off from everyone except him. She didn’t leave the house or answer either of her phones, unless it was the kids.
Later that week, she and Kenny were watching Soul Food in her bedroom when the phone screamed from the nightstand. She turned off the ringer without checking the caller I.D.
When the show was over, she listened to her messages. Ten were from reporters. She erased them.
The last call had come from Danielle. She was living in New York, heard about the drama Arianna and Brenda were going through and wanted to help. She’d tried calling Brenda, but she had an unpublished number.
Arianna couldn’t dial Danielle’s number fast enough, but she got no answer.
“Damn!” she cried. “Where did she go that fast?”
“Calm down,” Kenny said. “She – I mean he – will call back.”
“Berger’s been trying to find her since the indictment. I hope she can help get us off.”
When Kenny came by after work the next day, Arianna was shouting across the living room floor like she had the Holy Ghost.
Kenny smiled. “What’s up with you?”
She ran over and threw her arms around him.
“I’m free. We’re free. I can get my life back!”
Kenny pulled her down on the love seat by the door. “What happened?” he insisted.
Danielle had called back. Turned out when they caught her coming back into Chauncey’s room that day at the hotel, she’d gone back to turn back on her video camera. She wanted to capture Chauncey’s reaction when he learned he’d slept with a man.
She’d waited in the lobby bar until she saw them leave and let herself back in the room with her key, assuming Chauncey had also left when he didn’t answer her knock.
She grabbed the camera and hurried out. She had no idea the heap under the blanket was Chauncey’s dead body. She thought the maid had left the dirty linen on the floor.
She moved to New York a week later. Hadn’t had a chance to watch the tape since it was packed in a box with the rest of her porn collection. Pulled it out when she saw Arianna and Brenda on the news.
Danielle had captured Chauncey’s death on tape.
Arianna called Berger. He told her it was enough to prove self-defense and the prosecutor would have to drop the charges.
Kenny hugged Arianna so tight, she thought he’d crush her. But she didn’t complain or pull away.
“I love you,” Kenny said.
“I know.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
She could almost feel the hurt in Kenny’s voice.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said. “Action speaks louder than words.”
When Kenny went to turn off her bedroom light, Arianna stopped him.
“I want to make love in the light,” she said.
She slowly undressed as Kenny watched, gently dropping her clothes to the floor.
Her nipples were like Hershey’s kisses, round chocolates with an erect tip. They commanded his attention and he marveled at them.
She straddled him. He took her breasts and feasted on them like a suckling baby. She watched as his cheeks puckered and his tongue circled her nipples as though he were eating a lollipop, each lick sending waves of electricity and liquid desire to her center.
He reached down and felt her wetness, then inserted his finger. Arianna arched her back and raised her hips, trying to guide him to her G-spot.
When he found it, she groaned in ecstasy.
He twirled his finger around and around until she came, then climbed out from under her and flipped her over. Her body was still pulsating when he thrust his tongue between her legs.
Arianna screamed.
“Oh God!”
She grabbed the headboard as she climaxed again.
When her body stopped quivering, she rolled on top of Kenny and took his penis in her mouth.
She glided him in and out, first slowly, then quickly, taking him as deep as she could without choking. The bigger he grew, the hotter she became.
Suddenly he pulled himself out.
“I want to come inside you, not your mouth,” Kenny said.
He crawled behind her and eased himself inside.
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded.
“Oooohhh,” Arianna crooned as he entered her throbbing love tunnel. She buried her face into a pillow.
“Say it baby,” he pleaded.
She lifted her head and panted, “I. Love. You.”
“Again,” Kenny said, pounding faster, her words arousing him as much as the heat inside her vagina.
“I love you,” Arianna said, tears mixing with sweat and dripping into her mouth. She backed into him, trying to glide herself along his shaft to the rhythm of his strokes, taking him inside deeper and deeper.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the volcano inside her erupted.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh!” Arianna screamed so loud her ancestors could feel the explosion inside her loins.
“Mmmmm,” Kenny groaned as he released his pleasure.
Arianna crawled under the covers. Kenny joined her taking her in his arms.
“Did you mean it?” he asked.
“What?” she said.
“That you love me?”
She turned to face him, caressing his cheek. “What do you think?”
“Yeah. Those words don’t come eas
y to you. But people will say anything in the heat of the moment.”
Arianna laughed. “I might say anything dirty in the heat of the moment, but not that. I have to feel that. Yes, Kenny. I love you.”
They kissed.
“So what are you going to do now?” he asked. “You’re off the hook, legally, but you don’t have a job.”
“I’m going to bring my kids home for Christmas and celebrate the holidays. Then next year, I’m going to start a book.”
“About what?”
Arianna smiled. “Finding love on the Internet.”
Kenny laughed.
Later that night, after Kenny had gone to sleep, Arianna got on her knees and said a prayer. Then she got up, grabbed her laptop and logged onto LoveMeBlack.com and deleted her profile.
BOOK GROUP DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
Do you believe people who meet on the Internet can have successful relationships? What are the odds? Are the rules any different from meeting people through want ads or other ways?
Some would argue that women as naïve as Janelle don’t exist. Do you know anyone like her? What’s her deal?
Is Nicole’s sudden obsession with religion after she discovers Chauncey’s betrayal genuine or is it a crutch?
What do you think of Arianna’s initial response to Kenny? Is she shallow or justified?
What motivates men like Chauncey? Is it simply that they can get away with it?
Chauncey moved fast with each woman, indicating early on that he wanted a long-term relationship. Should that have been a red flag? If so, why?
Do Arianna, Janelle, and Nicole bear any responsibility for being duped by Chauncey, or would that be blaming the victim?
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