Page 53 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

A woman walked over and started dancing in front of me again, but my mind wasn’t even there. I looked past her, grabbing my drink instead.

CK watched me for a second before shaking his head. “Yeah… you gone.”

“Man, you gotta chill.” I chuckled low this time.

A couple of hours later, I left before CK did. I wasn’t in the mood to stay out all night. The liquor settled in my chest while I drove home, city lights blurring past the windows.

By the time I got upstairs and sat down, my phone buzzed again.

Vanessa.

I opened the text.

A picture of Sade loaded slowly.

She was kissing the same nigga from the restaurant.

It was taken outside somewhere nice too. Just an hour ago.

I frowned before I could stop it.

Another text came through right under the picture.

V Baby: Looks like she got a nigga now…

I stared at the screen longer than I should have.

Zoomed in once.

Then locked the phone.

“She don’t like me,” I said to myself, leaning back against the couch.

But for some reason…

That shit got under my skin.

Sade

“I came there to work… not care about his attitude.”

Laila and I sat in my car outside the project site waiting for nine o’clock to hit so we could go inside and deal with Vaughn. I was finishing my coffee while she fixed her lip gloss in the mirror.

“You still ain’t told me about last night,” she said, turning toward me. “How was the date?”

I smirked a little. “It was actually good.”

“Actually?” She laughed. “Damn, the bar was low.”

“It was,” I admitted. “I was gonna go home and go to bed after work, but Marcus called and invited me out, so I went.”

“And?”

“And… I kissed him.”

Laila gasped dramatically and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, you kissed him?”

I laughed. “Yes.”