Page 100 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“Yeah.”

He looked at me for a second before nodding.

Marcus pulled me into him and kissed my forehead while the movie played in the background, but my mind kept drifting somewhere else.

Vaughn.

Everything about him seemed off lately, and now he was gone.

Marcus eventually left around midnight.

I hugged him at the door and watched him drive off before closing it.

The second the lock clicked, I grabbed my keys. I had to check on Vaughn.

V Saint

“I spent seven days hiding from the world while my mind kept dragging me back to her.”

The first two days at the Ritz felt good. No work. No people. No fake smiling to mask my pain. Just me, weed, and silence.

That was always my thing when life started getting too hectic for me.

By day three, my stomach was fucked up.

I woke up throwing up again, stomach cramping, while sweat ran down my chest and face. I flushed the toilet, rinsed my mouth out, and rolled another blunt anyway.

Dumb.

I knew it was dumb.

The doctor already warned me before that weed was fucking my stomach up, but once my mind got bad enough, I stopped caring what it did to my body. At least it wasn’t cocaine, that's what I kept telling myself.

I sat by the windows, wrapped in a robe, smoking while the city moved outside like life was normal.

Meanwhile, I was sitting in a penthouse smelling like weed and throwing up.

My father was dying.

That thought kept finding me no matter what I smoked or drank.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him in that hospital bed, looking weaker than I had ever seen him. My father wasn’t supposed to look weak. That nigga raised me on discipline and pressure. Now cancer was eating through his brain while I sat in a luxury suite, barely keeping myself together.

I had businesses to run, people depending on me, and a whole family watching me become the next head after him.

And I was in here hiding from life.

By day four, I stopped opening the curtains completely.

My phone kept going off somewhere in the room.

Food deliveries stayed by the door untouched.

I smoked. Threw up. Stood in the shower. Repeated it. But nighttime got strange.

I would wake up thinking somebody was standing in the room.

Twice, I could’ve sworn I saw Sade near the windows in one of my shirts.