Page 35 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I looked at him. “What about the money?”

He picked the iPad back up and pointed to a section. “He actually added more than what you asked for, an extra 200k. There’s additional coverage for unexpected costs, and your team is fully protected under his budget.”

I took the laptop from him and looked at it again myself.

“He didn’t have to do that,” I said more to myself than to them.

“No, he didn’t,” my lawyer replied. “Which means he either respects your work, or he wants you locked in without hesitation long term.”

Laila smirked. “Both.”

I ignored her and kept scrolling.

“What about the timeline?” I asked.

“A year and a half deadline,” he said. “It’s tight, but it’s realistic with the resources he’s providing. You won’t be stretched thin unless you mismanage your time.”

“I won’t,” I said quickly.

“I didn’t think you would,” he replied. “I’d tell you to go for it.”

Laila walked over and grabbed my arm. “You better take that deal.”

I pulled my arm back gently and looked down at the contract one more time. Everything was clean. No confusion, no hidden language, no backdoor terms waiting to catch me later.

It was exactly what I would’ve written myself.

I closed the laptop and set it on the desk.

“I’m taking it,” I said confidently.

Laila let out a loud scream and started clapping again. “We up.”

My lawyer stood up, grabbing his briefcase. “Send it back signed when you’re ready. This is a good move.”

“Thank you for coming at short notice.”

He nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

Laila looked at me, still smiling. “So… you’re about to be working with Vaughn St. Clair every day.”

“It’s business,” I said, keeping my tone even.

She raised her eyebrow. “That’s what you think. So, we’re still not telling the girls?”

“Nope. Like I said… It’s business. Now let’s go have a late lunch. It’s on me.”

V Saint

“They celebrate me like I did something special… I just did what needed to be done.”

Ifinally felt like I could breathe once Sade and all that ass left my presence, but her Chanel perfume stayed under my nose. I unbuttoned the collar buttons of my shirt and sat down with a bottle of water.

Damn, I thought. That was a lot of decorum on my behalf.

I called in my property manager. “Shut it down for the weekend,” I told him, then texted my group chat.

ME: Meet me at Phantom Bar and Grill. A nigga had a long day.