Page 115 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I exhaled and pushed Sade out of my head for a second.

I was going back to work in a couple of days, sober, mind right. I had a project to finish and more properties to build.

Most importantly… I was about to inherit St. Clair Realty for real. Now it was time to go see the man in charge.

I pressed the gas harder and weaved through traffic toward my parents’ house.

By the time I pulled up, it was close to 11 PM, but I knew they were still up. I cut the engine and sat there for a second before finally getting out.

I walked inside and immediately smelled food.

My mother looked up from the kitchen table. She was doing a word search. “Well, look who’s finally alive.”

I smirked. “Dang, that’s how you greet me?”

“That’s how you get greeted after disappearing for over a week.”

She walked over and hugged me tight. I hugged her back harder than usual.

“You ate?”

“Not yet.”

She pointed toward the stove. “Fix a plate before you go in there.”

I nodded and made myself a pork chop, some greens, and jambalaya rice before heading toward the living room.

My father was awake, watching some old western. Oxygen mask on his face. Blanket over his legs.

He looked over at me when I walked in and took off the mask.

“There goes my junior.”

“Waddup, boss.”

He smirked a little and motioned for me to sit down. I sat across from him, and for a second, neither one of us said anything while I ate.

“You look better than you did when you came to the hospital.”

“I feel better.”

“You stop smoking?”

I looked away briefly. “Yeah.”

“That woman helping you?”

I looked back at him slowly. “What woman?”

“Ain’t no point playing stupid with me, ya momma told me.”

I laughed under my breath and leaned back against the couch. “Yeah.”

“She calming you down?”

“More than she knows.”

“What’s her name?”