Page 104 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I went down, got 7 Up and some chicken soup they had on the menu, and fresh bread. Fifteen minutes later, I was back in the room. I set everything down and turned on the lights. The suite was a mess. Water bottles, untouched takeout, soda cans, liquor bottles, Backwood guts, and ashes. I didn’t judge, only got the urge to clean. But first, I went to check on him in the bathroom.

The door was still open. He was standing at the sink, staring at himself in the half-fogged-up mirror, tube of Dior lotion in his hand. I walked in, took the lotion from him, and put some in my hand. Without saying a word, I started rubbing it on his back. He was so tense. I massaged his shoulders and watched him close his eyes. I rubbed his full back and chest, and he slowly eased up.

“You don’t know me like that to be here doing this for me.” His voice was still raspy.

“I know you enough to be here and help you. Now stop resisting me.” I continued to rub lotion on him.

He rested his hands on the counter and sighed. “Okay.”

When I was done, I walked him to the room. He put on some sweats and then sat at the island. I opened the soda for him.

“Small sips, eat some of that bread and soup if you can.”

He nodded.

I started cleaning the suite for him. Nothing major, just throwing away stuff and spraying Febreze he had on the counter. I wiped stuff down, washed some dishes, and made the bed. He watched my every move. I paid him no mind. I was used to him watching me the way he was. He probably thought I didn’t notice, but he kept his eyes on me when we worked.

“You don’t have to do that. I can call the maid,” he said.

“I know, but I’m doing it. Now eat and sip, so your stomach can settle.”

“My stomach not gon’ settle until I stop smoking weed.”

I looked at him with a hand on my hip. “Well, you won’t be smoking weed.”

“You don’t get to make those kind of decisions, woman.”

I smirked. “I do, as long as I’m here.”

He glared at me. “Go home, Sade.”

I matched his stare. “No… you’re stuck with me till you’re better.”

“You have work to do at Crown Heights,” he challenged.

“We’re ahead of the curve. Laila and Denise are in place. I’m focused on getting the boss better.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like you’re the boss.”

I laughed. “And is. I have Zofran in my bag. You will be taking that too.”

After that, he gave me no more lip and let me take care of him…

V Saint

“The woman I obsessed with stayed beside me at my worst and still chose me.”

It had been close to twenty-four hours since Sade had been in my presence, and she was settling my mind just lying at the foot of the bed. She was watching TV and making sure I didn’t smoke. She was like a little guard dog.

But I was still sick. The Zofran she gave me helped for a few hours, then it was back to head in trash can. So, I texted Vanessa and told her to send the doctor. I was exhausted, antsy, and losing weight. I needed something to get me to sleep and eat.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the suite door.

Sade looked over at me. “That’s probably them.”

I nodded and leaned my head back against the chair while she went to open the door.

Vanessa walked in first, carrying her purse and a smoothie. She looked at Sade and then looked over at me with a smirk.