by Skyy
Lena listened attentively. She could tell Danni was struggling to open up. Lena rubbed Danni’s thigh while she continued.
“She wanted to make it as a model, so I dedicated myself to helping her. I started managing her, and soon she booked her first major campaign.”
“So what happened?”
“Farih came from almost nothing. She got her first taste of fortune and fame and was hooked. She wanted something I wasn’t willing to be a part of, so she left for her career. I gave up so much for her, put so much of my life on hold.”
“That’s why you are so about business now?” Lena realized Danni was just as damaged by a woman as she was.
“I can’t let that shit happen to me again. I can’t let myself lose focus over love. In the end that shit just isn’t worth it.”
Lena turned and put her hand on Danni’s cheek. “I understand.” Lena officially hated Farih. Not only did the chick have the first woman Lena had ever loved, but she still held the strings to the woman Lena was falling in love with.
Danni kissed Lena on the nape of her neck. “You aren’t a jump-off or a fuck buddy. I need you to know that,” Danni whispered as she held Lena close.
“I do.” Lena smiled as she closed her eyes. The inferno was dying down at a rapid pace. A different warmth took over her body, and that scared her. Her emotions were in control, and not her brain. There was no denying it. Lena knew she wasn’t falling for Danni; she had already fallen.
Denise woke up in a sweat. She looked around her living room. She had fallen asleep on their leather chaise. Denise peeled her arm off the leather. She couldn’t stop thinking about Farih and her comment about how Denise had changed.
Denise spent the rest of the night soul searching. Had she changed into someone new? She thought about her relationship with Farih and her feelings for Lena, which instantly made her uneasy. She was doing it again. Her unhealthy feelings for Lena were affecting her relationship and her life. Lena was like a drug to her, and although she hadn’t partaken of the drug, she was on the verge of a relapse. Denise knew she had to get a grip before she lost her woman.
Denise knew she owed Farih an apology. She tiptoed into their bedroom. Farih was sound asleep. Denise eased her way onto the bed. She could smell Farih’s body from the edge. She had on one of Denise’s favorite citrus scents.
Denise’s cold hands woke Farih up as they roamed their way from her ankles to her thighs. She rolled her eyes.
“No.” Farih moved her leg. She had no interest in letting Denise please her. She was too angry. Denise didn’t cease; her hands found Farih’s legs again. “No.” Farih sat up in the bed. She hit Denise’s arm with force.
Denise’s head jerked around, and she caught sight of Farih’s angry face. “What the fuck was that for?”
“Fuck you, Denise! You think you’re about to come in here and just get some after tonight?” Farih’s African accent basted Denise. “Fuck you!”
“Why are you cursing at me?” Denise felt herself getting angry. “I’m sorry, shit.”
Farih folded her arms. “That’s not good enough.”
“What the fuck do you want from me, Farih? I said I was sorry. I am.” Denise didn’t even believe herself.
“Oh, whatever, Denise! You think your mediocre head is going to make me forget about you and that gold-digging bitch! Fuck you.” Farih hit Denise again with more force.
Denise was pissed. With one forceful tug she ripped the expensive comforter and top sheet off the bed, startling Farih. Denise grabbed Farih’s ankles and pulled her down toward her. Before she could object, Denise had ripped the pair of Victoria’s Secret panties that Farih had helped to make famous off her brown skin.
Farih rapidly hit Denise. “No! Fuck you, Denise. No!”
Denise fought to take hold of Farih’s hands, while at the same time trying to break through. Tears began to flow from Farih’s eyes. Denise held her down. She kissed her perfectly flat stomach.
“I’m sorry, Farih.”
“Fuck you!” Farih cried.
“I’m sorry.” Denise’s tongue danced down to Farih’s belly button. She released Farih’s hands as she moved farther south.
“Fuck . . . you. . . .” Farih’s cries became whimpers as Denise’s tongue parted her swollen lips. Her mouth fell open. Tears streamed down her face as Denise apologized with the most dynamic pressure she’d seen in a long time.
Denise tasted her woman. Farih’s body responded, even though Farih was still hitting her back. Farih’s curses turned into moans. Denise had a point to make. There was nothing mediocre about her, and the notion of Farih thinking that there was didn’t cut it with her.
Farih’s body trembled. Denise was apologizing, and she was taking it all in. Denise hadn’t made love to her like this since their last night in New York. Her hands massaged Denise’s thick hair as her legs tensed up. This felt like her Denise, the Denise she fell in love with.
Farih moaned and wrapped her long legs around Denise’s torso. Denise’s lips wrapped around Farih’s throbbing clit. She sucked it while her fingers entered Farih’s tight cave. Farih’s toes curled as her orgasm flooded Denise’s mouth. Denise didn’t let go; she wanted every drop of Farih’s sweetness.
“Denise,” Farih whispered as she pulled Denise’s shirt toward her. Denise moved up. Farih planted her lips against Denise. Their tongues danced, and Farih could smell and taste herself on Denise. “I love you.” Their mouths met again.
“I love you too.” Denise’s strong arms pulled Farih as close as she could get her. She knew it was true. She did love Farih, and their love was real. The love she had for Lena was a fantasy built on years of lust parading as a friendship. Farih’s love was pure. There was no drama of ex-husbands and no closets to come out of.
Farih’s love was what she needed, and what she desperately wanted to want.
Chapter 29
Lena stared at her bridesmaid’s dress. Carmen’s wedding was a few weeks away, and the thought of being in the same house with Denise and Farih was bothering her. The dinner days before still haunted her. She couldn’t shake the way Denise had acted toward her. Denise had seemed so angry. Lena didn’t understand why. If anyone should be angry, it should be her.
The doorbell woke her out of her trance. She hurried through the hallway toward the front door. Out of breath, she opened the door before looking through the peephole.
“Denise.” Lena’s heart skipped a beat.
“We need to talk.” Denise stood there, with her familiar focused expression. Lena didn’t know what to think. She left the door open, then walked back down her hallway. Denise followed.
“What do we need to talk about?”
“Look, the other night . . .”
“Yeah, Denise.” Lena turned around. “What the hell was that about?”
Denise dropped her head. “I just wanted to apologize.”
“I’m more interested in the reason for your actions, instead of the apology.” Lena folded her arms. “You act like I’ve done something to you.”
Denise’s head jerked up. “You haven’t? Really?”
“No, I haven’t. Last time I checked, you made the decision to leave me alone and stop calling me. I didn’t make that call.”
“You know why I had to do that.”
“No, actually, I don’t. You just came over here, we almost hooked up, and then you never called again.” Lena felt her body trembling.
“Lena . . .” Denise tried to think of the right words, but she didn’t know what to say.
“I know I’m not innocent. I know I’m the cause for why we . . . well, why we never became anything. But I always thought that through it all, we were friends first. What happened to that? What happened to my fucking friend—”
Before she could finish, Denise grabbed Lena, pulling her body into hers. Their lips met, quickly becoming familiar again.
Denise didn’t let go. Lena held on to the sides of her button-down shirt. After a minute o
r so, their lips finally parted.
“I don’t know why, but no matter what, I can’t seem to let go of you,” Denise whispered.
“Then don’t.” Lena held on to Denise. She didn’t want to leave her arms. She cared about Danni, but what she had with Denise was so much more. After this kiss, there was no denying that.
“But I can’t do this.” Denise pulled away. “You, this, it’s not good for me. It never was.”
The words smacked Lena in her face. “I’m not good?”
“Lena, I’ve loved you since I first saw you getting out of your car on move-in day at school. But when I needed you to love me, you couldn’t. And you still can’t.”
“People change Denise. I’m not the same girl who you caught falling off the chair my freshman year. I came to you. I wanted you. Damn it, how can you not see how I feel?”
“Yeah, Lena, you’ve always felt like you wanted to be with me, until Brandon comes along or your family has something to say. Tell me, Lena, does your mother know about lesbian ways and ole girl?” Denise stared at Lena.
Lena couldn’t speak. She looked away from Denise, causing Denise to let out a sigh.
“I can’t live on a hope. I won’t give up what I have for the chance that Lena knows for sure what she wants this time.”
Lena’s body was shaking. She couldn’t stop shaking her head. “Then why are you here? Why the fuck did you just walk in my house, bringing all these emotions back up?”
“I didn’t mean to kiss you.” Denise felt horrible. She took a few steps backward. “I . . . I just wanted to apologize.”
“You know what? Fuck you and your apology!” Lena’s voice trembled. “Why you talk about how bad I am for you, guess what? You are just as bad for me. Because of you, my whole life and world was turned upside down. I gave up everything for you, and you left me hanging.”
Denise’s head snapped. “You gave up everything? Lena, if it wasn’t for my fucking love for yo’ ass, I never would have fucked with Rhonda’s crazy ass to begin with. I lost everything because of you.”
“And look what you’ve gained. You have the career and the fucking model girlfriend. You have it all, and all I have is a fucking confused mind and fucking feelings for a girl who doesn’t want me in return!”
They stood in silence for a moment. Lena couldn’t stop shaking her head. Denise knew she was in too deep.
“I’m sorry for coming here. I shouldn’t have.” Denise turned toward the front door.
“Why did you do this to me?” Lena yelled. “Why did you have to do this shit, Denise! Go back to your fucking glamorous life.”
Denise walked out the door without turning around. Tears poured from her eyes as soon as she closed the door. She loved Lena but knew she couldn’t be with her.
Lena’s tears stopped as soon as the door closed. Lena couldn’t cry over Denise anymore. She wasn’t sad; she was mad as hell. She let out a loud grunt as she stormed to her bedroom. Despite everything that had happened between them, Denise had never made her so angry before.
Lena stared at herself in her full-length mirror. She knew she had done some messed-up things, but did she deserve what was happening in that moment? The reflection of the TV caught her attention. Lena rolled her eyes as Farih’s perfect image walked out onstage with her other cohosts. Lena wanted to throw the TV. Instead, she picked up the remote and turned the sound on.
The camera focused on the main host of the show.
“So today we are celebrating all things wedding. In our audience are all brides to be.” The audience clapped. “We have celebrity wedding planner Minka Objer here to give us tips on how to make a stunning wedding on a small budget. Also stylist Kellie Larsley will show us how to get that beautiful celebrity wedding dress look for less.”
Lena sat on the side of her bed. She couldn’t help but think about her wedding. Nothing about her wedding was budget. It was perfect, except for a small interruption by Brandon’s baby mama—whose identity Lena discovered after the wedding—and the fact that she had cheated on Brandon for the first time with Denise just hours before their wedding.
Farih’s face appeared on-screen. “Actually, Denise and I are attending a wedding for one of her best friends in three weeks.”
“Is this a same-sex wedding?” another cohost asked.
Farih nodded her head. “Yes, it is. Carmen and Nic have been together for about five or six years and are the cutest couple. They are going to New York so that it will be legal.” Farih smiled as the audience clapped.
“So when will we hear wedding bells for you and Denise?” the same cohost asked.
Farih’s white smile appeared as she attempted to act shy. “Well, right now in Georgia it isn’t legal, but the moment that it is, we will have the wedding of both of our dreams. But for right now we don’t need a piece of paper to show that we love and are committed to each other one hundred percent.”
Farih’s speech made the crowd go wild. Lena couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a loud growl and threw the remote at the television screen. She wanted Denise off of her mind. She had never wanted Danni to be in Atlanta more than she did at that moment. She had to get out of the house before her thoughts made her crazy.
Cooley couldn’t take her eyes off the computer screen. The image of Sahara, her body naked, lying asleep in the bed with another woman’s hands on her ass had rendered Cooley numb.
The headline read: SAHARA BUSTED FOR CHEATING ON COOLEY WITH BACKGROUND DANCER, AND WE HAVE THE PHOTOS AND VIDEO TO PROVE IT.
Things in lesbo land aren’t as peachy as they appear. Seems Sahara was getting it on with her background dancer Tamera Hull during her last tour. No need for a snitch, since the info came directly from Tamera,who decided to snitch after an altercation between her and Cooley. Keep in mind the images and video are very explicit and not for the eyes of children.
Cooley stared at the black square with the PLAY button in the middle. The white walls of a bathroom appeared in the background. Tamera’s face appeared on-screen.
“I can’t believe what has happened to me, and just because I have a feeling I’m dreaming, I’m going to record this.”
Tamera opened the bathroom door. The only light in the room beyond was from a lamp. The camera made it to a bed, where it panned up Sahara’s legs to her naked butt and then continued until reaching her sleeping face. Tamera turned the video camera around to focus it on herself and smiled. She placed her hand on Sahara’s butt, slowly caressing it, before she leaned in and placed a kiss on Sahara’s right butt cheek. Sahara didn’t move.
“My wildest dream has come true. I fucked Sahara, and I can’t wait to eat that pussy again.” Tamera smiled before the camera went black.
Sahara’s managers and lawyers walked out from the Cooley’s home office. No one said a word. Although plans were already in place to sue Tamera, they knew the worst was yet to come. Sahara closed the door behind them. She couldn’t stop staring at the front door. She didn’t know what was going to happen when she turned around, but she didn’t want to face it yet.
Rage filled Cooley. She slammed the MacBook closed, stood up, and chucked it against the wall. The computer instantly broke into two pieces. The loud crash caused Sahara to almost jump out of her skin.
“Baby, please.” Sahara turned around. Her tears had been flowing since she got the news early that morning about the leak. Cooley just stared at Sahara. Sahara had never been scared of Cooley, but the look in Cooley’s eyes truly frightened her.
“You let her fucking record you!”
“I didn’t know, Cooley. I had no idea she did that.”
“She fucking recorded you. Now we both look like fucking idiots!”
“Baby, please.”
“No, don’t say shit to me.”
“I was drunk, passed out asleep. You saw it. I didn’t know.”
“All I see is a dumb bitch who can’t hold her fucking liquor.” Cooley’s words stung like venom.
The door ope
ned. Denise walked in, with a look of anger and concern on her face.
“Now isn’t a good time, Dee.”
“No, Cool, I think it is.” Denise stood her ground. She had heard everything from outside the door. “You two are loud as hell, and I could hear you all the way down the hall.”
“Does it look like I fucking care who hears me? Fuck, why should it matter? Everyone knows my girlfriend is a cheating slut right about now.”
Sahara couldn’t take it anymore. She ran to the bedroom, crying, and slammed the door. Cooley paced in her little area. She knew she had taken it too far but didn’t care.
“Denise, now is not a good time,” Cooley repeated.
“Bruh, you need to calm the hell down.” Denise walked closer to her friend.
Cooley stopped, looking at Denise like she had lost her mind.
“I heard the news on the radio, which is why I came right over here. I know it’s a lot, but you really need—”
“Oh, so the shit is all over the radio now too. Fucking bitch, how could she do this to me?”
“Cool, even the DJs said it looked like Sahara was completely oblivious to what was happening. She was sleeping, and it’s not like you didn’t know about—”
“Now I’m the laughing stock of the fucking world. My bitch cheated on me and was dumb enough to get recorded in the process.” Cooley began to pace again.
“Carla.” Denise sat on the edge of the couch. “Listen to yourself. When have you ever cared about what someone thought of you? And put yourself in her shoes when all those various cheating rumors hit the Net when you were out doing your thing.”
“I never got put on videotape!” Cooley rage caused her to hit a chair, knocking it across the floor.
Denise stood up. “Man, I know are angry, but you need to chill the fuck out. Yeah, a damn tape hit, but who the fuck cares? You knew about this. You knew she made a mistake, one damn mistake in your relationship. You had gotten over it. Yes, it’s fucked up, but this shit you’re doing is childish. The shit you said to her, you are dead wrong.”