Page 117 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“I’m leaving you three million liquid too.”

I looked over at him. “You ain’t gotta do all that.”

“Yes, I do. Use it on my future grandkids.”

I looked at him. My father looked older tonight. That shit still ain’t feel real to me.

“I need you not to take my death to heart,” he said calmly. “I want you to run this business with an iron fist. You gon’ be good without me.”

I looked down at my plate.

“You hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I raised you to lead, not be a bitch ass nigga.”

“I’ll never be that.”

He looked over at me one more time before smiling.

“Well, stop stressing over that woman not loving you, because she does. If she stayed with you through all this shit, and gave you something special, she probably ain’t going nowhere. Ya momma told me she stayed with you for days.”

That made me laugh for real this time. “Momma and ya daughter nosy as hell.”

Maybe he was right. Maybe she did love a nigga, and I was ready to find out.

Sade

“The man I was supposed to avoid became the first man I ever truly let in.”

Ihad been back to work for eight days, and I was trying to get back on track and act as normal as I could. Vanessa was in place for Vaughn. Denise and Laila had been doing their thing. We all were on track and on schedule, but all I could think about was Vaughn and what we did.

I thought I would die a damn virgin and be a damn cat lady like my friends once said. But after Vaughn did my body the way he did, it had me thinking differently. Had me wanting more.

But I knew he had a lot on his plate. I wanted him to be well mentally. I wanted us to finish this project, and I still had Marcus. I knew things were going nowhere with us other than good company, so I was going to let him down easy as time went by.

Now I just had to stay strong around Vaughn and let him become the man I knew he wanted to be before I started forcing relationships on him.

At that moment, I was startled by a deep voice and a hand on the small of my back.

“You smell good, ma.”

I turned quickly.

It was Vaughn.

I smiled. “You’re back?”

He smirked. “Yup… better than ever.”

I naturally started fixing the collar of his shirt, then took off his shades. His eyes were white, not tired, well rested, and his face was clear.

“You been smoking?”

“Nope… I’ve been keeping my word.”

“I’m happy for you. Everyone went to lunch. I stayed back, going over the furniture order.”