Page 120 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I ignored her.

The meeting kept going for another hour, but honestly, I barely heard half of it after that.

All I could think was: Vaughn St. Clair was finally coming back to life.

Sade

“I spent the whole night trying not to think about Vaughn while everybody else slowly figured out exactly who he wanted.”

Marcus and I were still technically together, but I was seeing him less and less. Not on purpose.

At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

Vaughn and I had gotten closer after the Ritz. Way closer. We texted throughout the day now. Not even always flirty either. Sometimes he would just randomly text me pictures of furniture, buildings, food, or ask me which color shirt looked better. We spent so much time together at Crown Heights that the line between business and personal had completely blurred.

I liked it.

Marcus noticed too. He started asking more questions. Calling more often. Wanting more time.

One night while we were eating tacos in his kitchen, he looked at me and asked, “You seeing somebody else?”

The way he asked it caught me off guard.

Aggressive almost.

“No,” I answered quickly.

He stared at me a little too long before nodding.

But Vaughn’s voice stayed in the back of my head anyway.

Drop that nigga, Sade.

I was trying.

Or was I really?

That question had been sitting with me all week.

Now I was at Laila’s new mansion for girls’ night, trying not to think too hard about any of it.

Her husband was gone for the weekend, and her son was upstairs with the nanny, so the whole downstairs was ours.

Hookah smoke. Wings. Liquor. Music. Bullshit.

Exactly what I needed.

I was lying across one of her couches, pigging out on lemon pepper wings while everybody talked loud over each other. I had been hungry as hell lately and honestly didn’t care if I was gaining weight. I worked too hard to stress over my body every five seconds.

“Damn, Sade, that’s your sixth wing! You said fuck that tummy tuck, huh?” Sophie laughed.

I turned up my nose. “Mind your business.”

Laila pointed at me with her hookah hose. “That’s happiness weight. She can always buy another surgery or get into the gym.”

I laughed and flipped her off.

The girls kept talking while I half-engaged, scrolling my phone between conversations.