Page 112 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“That’s still a long time.”

“I know.”

She stood up and walked over to me. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

She hugged me around my waist and rested her face against me.

Damn, leaving somebody felt harder than being alone.

When she finally walked toward the door with her bag, I stayed standing there watching her.

She looked back at me right before leaving.

“Don’t disappear again.”

“I won’t.”

“Don’t smoke either.”

“I’m not.”

And for once…

I meant it.

Alana

“The worst part wasn’t Vaughn cutting us off… it was realizing another woman had his mind the whole time.”

Nia had been getting on my damn nerves for days.

Ever since Vaughn kicked us out of that room at the Ritz, her energy toward me changed. Real weird slick shit. Less friendly. More competitive. Like, somehow, we both walked out losers, and she needed somebody to blame.

Unfortunately for her, I was in the mood to argue.

I was sitting on my couch in one of Vaughn’s old T-shirts, drinking wine, scrolling through Instagram when I saw Nia repost something that read: Stop forcing friendships with girls who secretly compete with you.

I laughed hard as hell. “Oh, bitch…”

I clicked her page immediately. As soon as I did, another post went up.

Some girls only pretty with a group around them

Yeah.

She had me fucked up tonight. I went straight to X.

Some bitches mistake being passed around for being chosen.

Not even thirty seconds later, my phone started ringing.

It was Nia.

I answered instantly. “What’s up, hoe?”

“What’s up, bitch?” she snapped right back.