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  ALSO BY MARY B. MORRISON

  Head Games

  I Do Love You Still

  Careful What You Click For

  The Crystal Series

  Baby, You’re the Best

  Just Can’t Let Go

  The One I’ve Waited For

  If I Can’t Have You Series

  If I Can’t Have You

  I’d Rather Be with You

  If You Don’t Know Me

  Soulmates Dissipate Series

  Soulmates Dissipate

  Never Again Once More

  He’s Just a Friend

  Somebody’s Gotta Be on Top

  Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This

  When Somebody Loves You Back

  Darius Jones

  The Honey Diaries

  Sweeter Than Honey

  Who’s Loving You

  Unconditionally Single

  Darius Jones

  She Ain’t the One (coauthored with Carl Weber)

  Maneater (anthology with Noire)

  The Eternal Engagement

  Justice Just Us Just Me

  Who’s Making Love

  MARY B. MORRISON, WRITING AS HONEYB

  Sexcapades

  Single Husbands

  Married on Mondays

  The Rich Girls Club

  WRITING AS MARY HONEYB MORRISON

  Pleasers: How to Sexually Satisfy Women

  Never Let a Man Come First: A Woman’s Guide to Understanding

  Male Behavior

  Dicks Are Dumb: A Woman’s Guide to Choosing the Right Man

  CAREFUL WHAT YOU CLICK FOR

  MARY B. MORRISON

  KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

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  Table of Contents

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  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  CHAPTER 1 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 2 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 3 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 4 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 5 - Monet

  CHAPTER 6 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 7 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 8 - Monet

  CHAPTER 9 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 10 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 11 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 12 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 13 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 14 - Monet

  CHAPTER 15 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 16 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 17 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 18 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 19 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 20 - Monet

  CHAPTER 21 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 22 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 23 - Monet

  CHAPTER 24 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 25 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 26 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 27 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 28 - Monet

  CHAPTER 29 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 30 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 31 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 32 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 33 - Monet

  CHAPTER 34 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 35 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 36 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 37 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 38 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 39 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 40 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 41 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 42 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 43 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 44 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 45 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 46 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 47 - Monet

  CHAPTER 48 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 49 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 50 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 51 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 52 - Monet

  CHAPTER 53 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 54 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 55 - Jordan

  CHAPTER 56 - Kingston

  CHAPTER 57 - Monet

  CHAPTER 58 - Victoria

  CHAPTER 59 - Chancelor

  CHAPTER 60 - Jordan

  Teaser chapter

  Discussion Questions

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  Copyright © 2020 by Mary B. Morrison

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

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  ISBN: 978-1-4967-1091-8

  First Kensington Hardcover Edition: June 2020

  ISBN-13: 978-1-4967-1094-9 (ebook)

  ISBN-10: 1-4967-1094-0 (ebook)

  To my literary guardian angel,

  Walter Zacharius,

  thanks for believing in me

  Acknowledgments

  Everything must change.

  Pray with and for me as I will do the same for each of you. I have the best family, friends, fans, and publisher. Never could’ve made it this far without your love and support.

  There are constants in my life. God. Faith. And my willingness to do the things I am most passionate about. I’m now doing film, television, nonfiction, public speaking, and operating my 501(c)(3) nonprofit, Healing Her Hurt, Incorporated, based in Atlanta, Georgia. If you shop on Smile.Amazon.com, please select our organization. Amazon will donate a portion of your purchase to HHH and there is no charge to you.

  For the past twenty years, I’ve been with the number one literary company, Kensington Publishing Corporation. Steve and Adam Zacharius, Barbara Bennet, Selena James, and the entire staff, I’m eternally grateful for all you’ve done to elevate my career. This is (perhaps) my last fiction work, but it’s also the beginning of a new chapter for us.

  My son, Jesse Byrd Jr., joins me on the filmmaking trail and he’s received awards for the Mom’s Choice, 2018 Picture Book of the Year in London, Paris Book Festival Top 3, and other accolades. God gave me the right child. Jesse is a brilliant and compassionate human being with a love for penning and publishing children’s books. Visit Jesse online at www.JesseBCreative.com.

  Hamdy and Magda Abbass, thanks for giving life to two phenomenal women. I am blessed to have Emaan Byrd (my daughter-in-law) and Heidi Abbass (my daughter-in-law’s sister). We have our unique bond.

  When I think of home, Wayne Morrison, Andrea Morrison, Derrick Morrison, Regina Morrison, Margie Rickerson, Debra Noel, the late Elizabeth Morrison, and our unborn sibling, I think of our upbringing. We’ve each come this far by God’s grace. I love each of you!

  Pets are family members, too. “Mom, I want a Yorkie,” my son said, and I protested to the end. Jesse was college bound and for the first time in nearly twenty years I didn’t want anyone or anything to care for except myself. Turns out, KingMaxB was more loyal than any man I’ve dated (lol). If you have a pet, you feel me. As with rearing my child, I’m fortunate to have co-parents who love KingMaxB unconditionally.

  Julie Brown, Princess Cole, Julien Edward Brown Perry, Shari Williams Brown, Eve Lynne Robinson, your co-parenting is priceless. Although KingMaxB lost his eyesight at the age of twelve, dude is still humping his stuffed animal girlfriend on the regular.

  I add cars to my friendship train every year. At each junction, old friends ride along, new friends board
. Others transition into another space. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; therefore, wherever you are, I am with you and vice versa.

  Kendall Minter, Kenneth P. Norwick, and Alan S. Clarke (my attorneys), Esi Sogah (my new editor), Karen R. Thomas and LaToya C. Smith (my former editors), Christal Jordan and Tiffany Irene (my publicists), and John Williams of Worldstar, I don’t want to imagine where I’d be if it weren’t for you guys.

  My gurl squad runs deep: Lieutenant Colonel Cassandra Guy, Judge Vanessa Gilmore, Felicia Polk, Koren McKenzie-John, Esq., Carmen Polk, Dr. Angela Davis, Dr. Rose Rowden, Lauren Davis, Rachelle “Slice of Pie” Davis, Vyllorya A. Evans (my mentor), Jo-Vanté Morrison, Derrianna and Derrianne Morrison, Anissa Rickerson, Michaela Burnett, Vanessa Ibanitoru, Brenda Jackson, Marissa Monteilh, Lilly Ortiz, Tina Celisa Robinson, Chantel Val-lés, Marion Whitaker, Colonel LaNita “Nikki” Taylor, Yevonna “Missy E. the Partydoll” Johnson, Jessica Holter, L. Nyrobi Moss, Joelle Gracia, Charlene “Queen” Johnson, Sherri New, and Kim-bercy Marie Harris-Jones. If I’m going to make this book longer than my list of gurlz, I have to stop here. Each of you have had a positive impact on my life.

  Richard C. Montgomery, I love you, man.

  Many of you have a story to tell. Some don’t know where to start. Others have a difficult time committing to the process. Penning a book isn’t for everyone, so I encourage you to do anything you’re passionate about.

  Roneagle4Life! McDonogh 35 Senior High Class of 1982 (in New Orleans, Louisiana), we are and forever will be #1.

  What’s life without social media? You can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat at @celebhoneyb.

  Wishing each of my readers peace and prosperity in abundance. Visit me online at www.MaryMorrison.com. Sign up for my newsletter and follow me @celebhoneyb.

  1.5 MILLION MISSING BLACK MEN

  (in the United States)

  —The New York Times

  Online dating will be the best or worst decision you’ll ever make.

  CHAPTER 1

  Kingston

  He can’t remember his face, yet he’d never forget his name.

  The cap of his Arturo Fuente Opus X fell to the floor as he snapped the guillotine. Slowly he dipped the shoulder of his cigar into a shot glass filled with pure honey, placed the sweetest end between the enormous lips classmates used to ridicule him for having. Lighting the foot, Kingston suctioned a long drag of the savory tobacco smoke into his mouth.

  Kingston stood. Clinched the tip of the seven-inch stick between his teeth, suctioned in the bold taste, then placed the cigar in a groove on the tray. His eyes were fixated on the guest who was seated on the maroon velvet sofa. Kingston walked to the living room’s window, then closed the beige blackout drapes. Retreating to the bedroom, he removed his red designer fitted pants, black T-shirt, and green boxer briefs, then carefully lay each item on the plush king-sized bed. Optioning to keep on his red knee-high compression socks, he returned to the living room, reclaimed his seat in the black-and-white paisley-print barrel chair. Exhaling white clouds of smoke from his mouth and nostrils at the same time, he spread his legs.

  Gazing across the room, he held in his darkest secret. It wasn’t his fault.

  “Get off the couch. Take off your clothes. Get on your knees. And suck my dick,” Kingston said in an apathetic tone, making more of a request than a demand.

  A five-star hotel in Buckhead was Kingston’s temporary haven. A place where he could be his authentic self. He placed his stick between his pointing and middle fingers.

  Six feet, nine inches didn’t make him a man. Becoming a multimillionaire at the age of twenty-two hadn’t altered his character. Being thirty and one of the blackest men in America, he feared three things: being killed by a white police officer, wrongful incarceration, and . . .

  Suctioning the smoky smoothness, Kingston wondered how they’d made it to arrangement number thirteen. On the square table within his reach were his room key, phone, a brightly lit lamp, a torch device, and the ashtray where he placed the stogie.

  He retrieved his cell, scanned the app BottomsUp, swiped left twice, right once.

  Staring across the room into a beautiful set of large brown eyes, Kingston firmly said, “Sweetheart, I’m not going to ask you twice. Your only other option is to get out.”

  They’d met on the app BottomsUp. For Kingston, it was supposed to be a one and done. That was why he had to find a replacement today.

  What does the kid that had performed fellatio on Kingston look like today? Slim? Fat? Tall? Short? Beard? Mustache?

  Third grade. Janitor’s closet. Between brooms and a yellow bucket on wheels filled with dirty water and a mop, his pecker is being sucked for the first time.

  “You know I’m not going anywhere, silly. Stop trying to act all bad and stuff. I know you want me. The feeling is mutual.” Theodore Ramsey rose in slow motion, approached Kingston, removed his shirt, twirled it in the air. He pranced to the sofa, neatly lay his pink polo across the back. Unfastening his belt, he pushed his pants to his knees, shuffled his feet back over to Kingston, then stepped out of his jeans. Theodore seductively swayed his dick left and right. “We need some music, baby,” he said, reaching toward the table with the lamp.

  Grabbing his cell, Kingston firmly reminded Theodore, “What’d I tell you about that ‘baby’ bullshit. Stop calling me that. And don’t you ever make the mistake of touching my phone.”

  “I was reaching,” Theodore said, emphasizing the word, then continued, “for the cigar. Come out of hiding and you won’t have to worry about anyone finding out that you’re—”

  The janitor’s closet is where his innocence was compromised. Inhaling the scent of wet mops, bleach, and pine, he watches the little boy lock the door. The light is on. Kingston’s back is pressed against a cold metal stand with shelves overflowing with rolls of paper towels and toilet tissue.

  “Say it and regret it!” Kingston sprung from his seat. “I’ll put your ass out of my suite for good.”

  Theodore stepped two feet back. Shook his head.

  Kingston sat center on the armless paisley chair, admiring his guest. Theodore was six-two with glistening skin that looked like he was dunked into a barrel of glazed caramel. His beard, mustache, and pubic hairs were shaved to a smooth shadow. Theodore’s uncircumcised penis pointed toward Kingston’s full lips.

  Theodore knelt in front of him.

  A call registered on Kingston’s cell. It was his wife. Her timing was inconvenient. He tapped the red circle to decline hearing her voice. Placing his phone on the wooden table, Kingston gazed down at Theodore. “Sorry, man. You don’t get it. I’m not that way.”

  Staring up, he said, “Your wife is the one who’s not getting it or your dick. You’re lying about your marital status to others. The only reason you told me was because you know I don’t care anything about a pussy.”

  Lying was easier. How often did women search for validation? Most men and some women didn’t care about a wedding ring.

  Afraid of being a disgrace to his family, friends, and fans, Kingston found it was easier to live his life based on what others expected of him. There were things he admired about Theodore Ramsey. Primarily, his open sexuality, candor, courage, intelligence, sense of humor at times, and his not having a dark side.

  Theodore leaned over; then he gently kissed Kingston’s inner thighs.

  “I still want you to come by my clothing store. I have a wardrobe for you that I know you’re going to like, Mr. Royale. And I’ll have my partner design you a branded signature look.”

  “Cool.” Picking up his cigar and torch, Kingston held the fire at the edge, then sucked the tip several times, reigniting the fading flame.

  It feels good. The wetness of the little boy’s mouth on his pecker when they are alone in the janitor’s closet.

  Monet Royale wasn’t going anywhere. He’d hit her back later. Kingston had an urgent hard-on to tend to.

  His shaft grew wide
r. Longer. He reached toward his crotch, untucked his balls from underneath his butt. Too many encounters were beginning to lead to Kingston developing emotions for Theodore. Blowing smoke in Theodore’s face, Kingston insisted, “Let’s get this over with.”

  Theodore rested his butt on his heels, placed his hand on his hip, questioned Kingston as though Kingston had put a ring on his finger: “That was her, huh?”

  Kingston had the best privacy screen for situations like this. No need to deny the truth. Nodding, he realized there was no competition between Theodore and his wife. Just differences. Kingston wished he could merge the best of both of them into one person.

  He knows it is wrong. But he can’t leave the janitor’s closet for two reasons. He’s never felt anything that has made his entire body tingle. And he is afraid of the rumors if someone sees them coming out together.

  “If you want to get this over with, you can at least silence your damn phone.” Theodore lamented, then politely added, “Please.”

  The most salacious male specimen Kingston desired—mind, body, and energy—slowly glided his tongue from Kingston’s knee to his balls, causing his erection to stand at full attention.

  Wow, Kingston thought, letting the second call from his wife go to voice mail. Staring at the sugary temptation before him, Kingston anxiously welcomed being Theodore’s dessert.

  Kingston leaned forward, slapped Theodore’s ass. “Get the lemon cream pie out of the freezer.”

  “Cream and pie and it’s frozen. You should’ve been said that, ba . . .” Theodore let the other half of the word resound in his head, then he saluted Kingston. He strutted barefoot on the chocolate hardwood floor. “You know I’m a headmaster, and tasty toppings bring out the beast in me.” Theodore growled, “Grrr!” then snapped his teeth twice.