Page 16 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“That means he’ll throw me on a team with a bunch of designers who don’t care, expect me to carry the project, then disappear once it’s done.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“Or,” she said, dragging the word out, “you just don’t want to work with his fine ass because you know he’ll talk his way into those panties.”

I laughed. “Not hardly. I’m just good.”

“Mmhm.”

“I am.”

“Okay.”

I could hear her smiling through the phone. “Go look at his big sister’s post.”

“What?”

“His sister Vanessa. She just posted something about him. It’s going crazy.”

I walked toward the living room, grabbing my phone from the counter.

“What’s her name?”

“OfficialVBaby.”

I typed it in while she stayed on the line.

Her page came up quick.

Verified. Heavy following. The post was right at the top.

I tapped it.

A picture of him. Same energy he had in person.

The next slide was a real application about finding him a wife.

I stared at it for a second.

“You see it?” Laila asked.

“I see it.”

“You should get in the comments.”

I let out a laugh. “Girl, do I look thirsty?”

She laughed too.

“I’m just saying.”

“I’m not interested in that nigga,” I said, scrolling the comments.

I paused.

“Look at Alana.”