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body tensed up. She felt like she had been hit by a train.
    Denise walked over to the door. She turned and looked at Lena, who hadn’t even turned around. Denise wanted to cry, she wanted to hold Lena and make love to her for days, but she couldn’t. She had put herself last for too long, she had her own problems to deal with, and Lena’s drama would only hurt her already horrible situation.
    Lena turned around. Her lip started to quiver at the sight of Denise standing at the door. Denise opened the door. Lena could feel herself breaking down.
    Denise looked away, staring at the wall. She couldn’t see Lena’s face. If she saw her face, she would change her mind.
    Lena lingered for another moment. She knew it was over. She broke down. The small tears were now waterfalls flowing down her face like Niagara Falls. She ran out the room, crying harder than she had ever cried in her life.

8
    Cooley couldn’t get comfortable. The thought of her enjoying the place that Sonic called her own was unsettling to her. She didn’t sleep in the master bedroom; she opted for the guest room she slept in each time she visited Sonic. Her bad sleep caught up with her, causing her to oversleep. Sahara’s loud knock on her door woke her up when her alarm clock failed to.
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    Cooley smiled as she sat across from Sahara at Cheesecake Factory. She wouldn’t go out to a club like Sahara wanted, but she couldn’t resist the chance to eat Cheesecake Factory. The large menu didn’t matter to Cooley; she was addicted to their Buffalo Blast. The chicken bites had just enough kick to them for her. Almost as good as her favorite wing spot back in Memphis. She made a mental note to find the best wings in Atlanta. She couldn’t live without hot wings.
    Sahara’s hot body added even more spice to Cooley’s taste buds. She was amazed by Sahara’s transformation. Curiosity was getting the better of her. She wanted to know what Sahara was doing at Jam Zone, and did she have to fuck for her position, like many women in the company?
    The idea of Sahara working in the strip club she found her in the year before didn’t sit well with Cooley, and the idea of some exec having his way with her really made Cooley’s blood boil. Sahara was sexy beyond words. She could have any woman or man that she wanted.
    Cooley noticed the twinkle in Sahara’s eyes every time they looked at each other. She wondered why Sahara hadn’t brought up the scar across her face again since the other day in the car. Cooley never caught her staring at it; Sahara looked at her like she always had. She had to notice it. After all Cooley could see it in a mirror a mile away.
    Dinner went over with success. Cooley pressed for the secret job of Sahara’s, but she wouldn’t budge. She also never mentioned Cooley’s scar, how she got it, or the woman who came in between them. Cooley’s eyes wandered to Sahara’s plump breasts. She was by far more attractive than Misha, yet she couldn’t see it when she was still devoted to Misha. Love was a son of a bitch.
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    Cooley woke up bright and early for her first day at work. She didn’t feel like the anxious intern, but this was more pressure. Overnight she had gone from student to executive, and she didn’t want to make any mistakes.
    Cooley had her first day outfit laid out and ironed to perfection. She started her normal routine of showering and primping to create her perfect look. Cooley didn’t get the same joy out of getting ready like she used to. No matter how perfect her look was, she knew it wasn’t.
    She stared at her imperfection. She rubbed her ointment on her scar. The prickly feeling disgusted her.
    She took the tip of her finger, pressing her finger nail against the scab. A twinge of pain shot through her, but she continued until a piece of the scab lifted. Cooley sighed, she slowly pulled a piece of the crusty