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that
the media suspected me and Yayo of being involved."
    "Why the hell would you think that?"
    "La'Renz, if they think I'm
seeing  him , then they won't see what's really going on
between  me and you. "
    Because of my pride, I still threw her out of
my suite that day. I actually pushed her in the back of the head on
her way out of the room and slammed the door before she could get
her lick back. We didn't have sex again until after she did an
online video interview for GabbyTV that finally put the rumors to
rest. She did the interview of her own volition. She denied ever
being romantically involved with the rapper Yayo Love. "He's just
an artist I represent as his A&R and we were having fun," she
said. "I'm actually in love with someone who I wish not to
name."
    And now, seven years later, my doubts about
Sundi Ashworth's loyalty were starting to surface again. As the
image of her and Eliyah's snuggly Site pic danced in my mind, I
felt like I'd been stupid to believe Sundi was on my side. Eliyah
slept with my  wife  for God's sake, so it was only
fitting that he bed my mistress too.
    I unlocked Sundi's phone with the swipe of my
thumb, as I heard her behind me searching the room for a mixtape
that was probably already in Eliyah's hands. I scrolled through her
call log to see if she had made a call to anyone last night,
particularly Eliyah Golomb. There were none. No incoming and no
outgoing, at least not within the hours we'd been at her place. But
that didn't mean a thing. With today's technology, she could have
sent an e-mail or made a video call or tipped him off through an
inbox on The Site. There were myriads of ways to communicate
nowadays.
    "I found it!"
    I turned around and saw Sundi holding up the
CD.
    "Where was it?" I asked.
    She pointed to my laptop bag. "It was stuffed
in the side pocket, you idiot."
    Now I was really feeling stupid. My cheeks
flushed with embarrassment.
    She sauntered up to me, wagging the CD in the
air. She was throwing her hips forward as she approached, a walk
that used to be sexy by stage performers in the 1960s. I
laughed.
    "Now can I have my phone back so I can send
this Kirbie Amor girl a Site message?" she said. "Or are you not
finished acting like a sad, jealous boyfriend?"

 
    Sundi Ashworth > Kirbie Amor: Hello,
Kirbie, my name's Sundi Ashworth (A&R) and I'm sending you this
message in regards to my interest in your musical talent. I'm a
representative of a major record label, and I think you and your
voice have the potential to become one of the biggest artists this
industry has ever seen. This is not spam. This is for real. My
profile page will confirm my authenticity. If you would like to
further your career and become a household name, please reply as
soon as possible. I look forward to hearing from you. Thank
you.

Chapter 9
    Kirbie Amor Capelton
     
     
     
     
    Night time in LA. And I felt good.
    I was a back seat passenger right now. And
that was fine by me; I could Site surf in peace. Archie and Mark
Beltrán were up front. Mark, who had been supplying us
with  Purple Gorilla  ecstasy pills since forever,
was now going to introduce us to his cocaine connection. He was
driving his Porsche Panamera Turbo across Los Angeles like it was
supposed to be the only car on the road. He'd occasionally stick
his head out of the window and curse out a slow driver in Spanish
as we zoomed around him (or her). Mark was hot-tempered to people
he didn't know, but he was the best to me and Archie. Every now and
then I would look up from my phone after hearing him curse someone
and I would see a beautiful fan or feather-topped palm tree that
caught my eye, but I had been back and forth to this city for so
long that the landscape was becoming less and less appealing.
    "I appreciate this," Archie said to Mark.
    "No problema ," Mark replied, as he
shifted down to accommodate a red traffic light. The sound of the
engine purring down was melodic. It reminded me of music, which I
had sworn