Page 19 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Finished my food.

Watched her talk herself out until she realized my phone and food were more important than her.

Vanessa stood to the side, waiting for something.

She wasn’t getting it.

By the third woman, I was done. She slid a fake resume across the desk with all her dating credentials. I didn’t even know women would actually fall for this. Hell, I didn’t think this many women even knew me.

“You filled this out yourself?”

“Yes.”

“You believe it?”

She paused.

I stood up. “You can go.”

She looked at Vanessa, confused, then grabbed her stuff and left.

Vanessa walked over. “You’re not even trying.”

“I am. That’s the problem.”

“You could at least act interested.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s obvious.”

I grabbed my jacket. “You set this up. You deal with it.”

“I didn’t think you’d hate it this much.”

“I don’t hate it. It just don’t do nothing for me.”

She studied me. “None of them?”

I left that alone.

Because the answer wasn’t in that room.

I left out the back.

No cameras. No crowd. Just my Lamborghini Urus sitting where I left it.

I stepped out and saw Alana Brooks before I even made it there.

She was leaning by my door, paper in her hand, wearing a cream business suit.

She smiled first.

I stopped a few feet from her. “Don’t tell me you were in line. You hop the gate?”

She laughed. “No. I slid in with another car.”

I looked her over. She was thicker than I remembered, and I couldn’t tell if she had a BBL.