Page 23 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

He glared at me.

V-Saint smirked.

“You tryna make me a topic, bro?”

“Not neva,” Kairo smirked back. “I just pulled up to pay my dues, then I’m out,” V Saint said.

Kairo nodded. He then got on the phone. We kicked it with his crew a lil longer before the car club owner pulled up. He stepped out a midnight blue Lambo truck with a money bag. V Saint pulled a knot of money from his pocket. He then greeted the owner, dapped him up, and then dropped the money in the bag.

“Let’s go,” he whispered to me and tapped the side of my thigh.

We got in and left the scene.

On the way there, he turned down the music at a red light.

“What you saw back there is a part of me. I ain’t no stuck-up suit and tie nigga if that’s what you lookin’ for.”

“I know who you are,” I told him.

He turned the music up and drove off.

$$$$$

We made it to his hotel, and when he opened the door, I was surprised yet pleased with the setup. It was a penthouse, and he had a big bouquet of roses on the table, a bottle of champagne and tequila, and food, real dinner. Steak, lobster, sides, the works. I was definitely starving.

“Thought this was a hood date, huh?”

He took off his shirt, then pulled me close.

“I didn’t know what to expect. Heard you’re a tough cookie.”

He chuckled. “I am.”

We sat down and started eating and drinking too much.

“So you a gold digger and only here because I’m a rich nigga now, or you really here to give this a shot?”

He folded his arms, smirked.

“It’s not what you think.” I sipped my drink.

“Well, what is it?”

“I was pregnant back then and in an abusive relationship. That’s the truth. My son is 10 now. I live for him, not a man.”

“Still doesn’t mean you ain’t here for money.”

“I’m not here for money, I’m here for what you looking for.”

He raised his eyebrow. “And what am I looking for?” he challenged.

“What your sister said… loyalty, somebody that ain’t white, not a groupie, and a female that knows her worth.”

He chuckled as he stood up. My heart began to race as he approached me. He stood in front of me and gently lifted my chin.

“That’s what you think I’m looking for?” he gazed in my eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered.