Page 113 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I laughed and took another sip of wine. “You posting subliminals like a hurt girlfriend.”

“You worried about the wrong shit. Worry about why that nigga stopped calling you.”

“That applies to you, too, dummy.”

That was the real issue.

Vaughn.

“You’ve been weird ever since that threesome, asking like we ain’t fuck,” I told her.

Nia laughed dryly. “Bitch, I only did that for Vaughn.”

“Bitch, please. You thought a threesome was gon’ get you a relationship.”

“That nigga knew ME first.”

“And still ain’t picked your ass. He also told you to leave first, too.”

I hated how bad that line landed because, honestly… neither of us got picked.

Nia sighed through the phone. “Something changed.”

I leaned back against the couch. “Yeah.”

“You think that live with his ex fucked him up?” she asked.

“It wasn’t the live.”

“How you know?” she challenged.

“That man mentally checked out before Milan ever hit live. But do you remember what she said?” I asked.

“About what?”

“That little virgin interior designer.”

Nia got quiet. She was closer to Sade than I was, so I knew she wasn’t going to say much.

I continued anyway.

“She said Vaughn been obsessed with her. You know she’s talking about Sade, right?”

“That bitch was drunk.”

“Drunk people tell the truth. Stop acting like it’s more bitches in LA, that’s a fuckin’ virgin at her big grown ass age.”

“Girl, it still could be anybody,” she finally said.

“Damn…” I said lowly.

“What?”

“That nigga really like her.”

Nia laughed once, but it sounded forced. “Vaughn don’t like nobody, girl.”

“He like her.”