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MOONLIGHT x LOVE JONES – Millennial heartthrob Lamar St. Jon’s plan was twofold: quit acting and come out in his own time. Falling for Harlem barkeep Giovanni Hughes, who avoids closeted men, thrusts a deadline on Lamar’s public revelation. But when Lamar’s exploitative father falls ill, he’ll push Lamar to deny himself for the celebrity paycheck.

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Lamar St. Jon was never good at interviews or saying goodbye. Today, he was doing both. Before most of Chill 89 FM’s listeners would complete their morning commutes, Lamar was about to quit his job on air.

Quit the fame, the limelight. Quit the millions of fans who’d made him a household name.

Quit on Malia Obama. When the president’s daughter namechecks you as her favorite actor in Teen Vogue, you don’t just give it all up.

But Lamar had to quit before he quit on himself.

DJ Whitney Morgan eased her curvy bronzed frame forward in her seat, interrupting Lamar’s thoughts. “All right, Lamar. We go on air in about sixty. You ready?”

“Yep.” He cleared his throat. “Yes. More than ready,” he said, running a hand over his low-cut fade.

“Cool, been looking forward to interviewing you,” Whitney said. A slight purr escaped her full red lips as her brown eyes scoped Lamar’s slim muscular torso, which was hidden in a snug 7 For All Mankind sweater. Lamar gave his signature toothy smile. He was used to amorous gazes from his plethora of fans. Women like Whitney: black or Latina, attractive, charming, flirtatious, and just a touch hood. No doubt, he appreciated his female fans but was hoping the interview would be conducted by Whitney’s radio partner Rocky Martinez, a gorgeous Adonis with a smile that made Lamar purr himself.

And this is exactly why he had to quit.

Enough hiding. Enough pretending.