Page 116 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“Sade.”

“That your girl or ya momma just jumping the gun like always?”

I rubbed my beard. “Complicated.”

He laughed low. “Everything is complicated with y’all generation.”

“She’s different.”

“That’s usually how it starts.”

I looked down at my plate for a second before speaking again. “I took her virginity.”

That made him raise his eyebrows. “How old is she?”

“Thirty-two.”

“Damn. It’s women still out here like that?”

“I guess so.”

He looked at me hard after that. “Don’t take advantage of her.”

“I’m not.”

“I’m serious, Junior. Women don’t give men pieces of themselves like that unless it means something.”

“I know.”

“You love her?”

I stayed quiet too long.

That answered enough.

“She love you?”

“She cares.”

My father leaned his head back against the chair. “Don’t die lonely and miserable like your Uncle Vernon did.”

That made me chuckle. “I won’t.”

“I’m serious. That nigga spent his whole life chasing women and ended up dying in that house by himself.”

“I hear you, pops.”

He looked toward the TV again. “Your mother probably already told you I updated the will.”

“She mentioned it.”

“When I’m gone, St. Clair Realty is fully yours and Vanessa’s.”

I ran my hand down my face.

“You already know how to run it. I’ve been preparing you since you were young.”

“You have.”