When he starts to soften, he rolls off to my side propping his head on his hand he kisses me deep. “I love you, Tensanne,” are the last words I hear before my overly pleasured
body passes out.
The sun shining in the windows wakes me. I smile at the aching muscles in my body and the soreness between my legs. I reach for Kohl but only find cold sheets where his body was when I went to sleep. I rack my brain to remember if he had somewhere to be this morning when Ronnie comes bursting into the room with tears running down her face.
Immediately, I think something has happened to Kohl.
“Ronnie, what’s wrong?” I gasp, holding the sheet to cover my naked body.
“Oh God, Ten. Oh, I’m so sorry,” she sobs.
Tears form in my eyes, “What’s happened? Has something happened to Kohl?” I ask fisting the blankets in my hands.
She’s sobbing so hard I don’t understand what she’s trying to tell me.
“Ronnie, calm down. I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I thought it was good,” she cries, “I thought he loved you. Oh, I’m sorry. I encouraged you. I’m so very sorry.”
My heart is pounding, tear stream down my face, “What happened,” I scream.
Handing me her phone, “Here you need to see this.”
Playing on the screen is a video of a woman laid on a bed, naked, caressing her breast moaning and gazing lustfully into the eyes of the camera. The woman on the bed is me and it already has hundreds of thousands of views.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
A virus may start the zombie apocalypse someday but something going viral can make your world explode.
—Kohl’s inner thoughts
Kohl
I HATED TO leave her in bed this morning but I had to get to practice. Walking into the gym I see my teammates huddled around Chase, watching something on his phone.
Curiosity gets the best of me, I start toward them when Jackson steps in front of me, grabbing me by my shirt. Growling at me, he roars, “What the fuck have you done, Black?”
Throwing his hands off, I shove him back, “I haven’t done anything. What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You haven’t done anything? Then what the fuck is this?” he yells, shoving his phone in front of my face.
A video is playing of a woman. My woman. My woman lying on the bed, spread before the camera. From the angle of the footage, I can’t be seen in the shot. It’s set up like I’m the one holding the camera and the song You Look Wonderful Tonight is playing as the soundtrack blocking her voice.
“What the fuck?” I hiss. “W-where did you get this, Raines?”
“It’s everywhere, man. On every social media site, with the views growing exponentially by the minute. You didn’t do this?”
“Mother fu- No, I didn’t do this. Oh, no. Oh fuck, no. Tensanne,” I scream, running out of the gym with the sounds of the coach yelling at me to get back to practice.
I run across campus, my legs burning from pushing them so hard. I must get to her. This will devastate her.
I rush to the sorority house where I left her sleeping. All the girls of the house are standing in the doorway, arms crossed in front of their chest, forming a wall.
Pushing, I try to get through, “Move, damn it. I have to get to her.”
“She’s not here,” one of them yells.
“What do you mean she’s not here? Where the fuck is she?”
“You need to leave now, you stupid son of a bitch,” another girl rages.
“I didn’t do this,” I scream, “Please, where is she?” I sob, tears rimming my eyes, I don’t care how much of a pussy it makes me.
One of the girls takes pity on me, “She went back to her dorm,” she says.
Turning, I sprint across campus to Tensanne dorm. Using my key card, she gave me, I rush inside. Flying up the stairs two at a time until I reach her door. Panting, I try to open the door. It’s locked, so I knock.
Ronnie opens the door. I get just a glimpse of Ten curled up on her bed.
“Get the fuck out of here, Kohl” Ronnie screams in my face. “What? Did you come to gloat at the damage you’ve done? See the destruction?” she spews, shoving me across the hall.
“Please, Ronnie. I didn’t do this. You have to believe me,” I plead.
“You expect me to believe that? There were only two people in that room, Kohl. You and her. I know she didn’t do it. Plus, how convenient that you’re not in the footage, huh?”
Dropping to my knees on the floor, a tear running down my cheek, “I swear, Ronnie, I didn’t do this. P-please, let me see her?” I cry.
“I warned you not to hurt her, Kohl. You need to fucking leave.”
“Tensanne! Tensanne, please, I didn’t do this,” I scream, hoping she’ll open the door and at least talk to me.
Drawing back, Ronnie kicks me in the nuts then slams the door in my face. I curl up on my side and vomit all over the floor. My chest burns like my heart is being ripped out. I feel my world crumble around me.
I lay there for hours, but she never opens the door.
Jackson looms over me in the hall, “If you didn’t do it then we need to find out who did, and we need to get it taken down,” grabbing my arm, dragging me up off the floor, “Come on, I know a guy we can see,” he says.
My world has imploded in a matter of hours. The happy glow from a wonderful night with a woman I love has turned into
