Page 56 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“And I’m trying to finish my project.”

“Our project,” I corrected.

That made him pause.

Everybody around us got quiet again.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough.

“You always got something to say.”

“And you are always rushing. We just fuckin’ started.”

He frowned.

For a second, I thought he was about to snap for real.

Instead, he looked away from me and rubbed the back of his neck before speaking again.

“Just do ya fuckin’ job, lady. This ain’t yo’ project. This my shit.”

The way he said it that time irritated me more than if he had yelled.

Like I was exhausting him.

The rest of the day stayed awkward after that.

By the time we wrapped up, I was mentally over it.

I barely spoke while packing my stuff up.

Laila looked at me once we got in the car. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

“You crying?”

“I’m not crying,” I said quickly, wiping under my eye anyway. I was.

Laila stared at me before laughing softly. “Girl…”

“It’s just my period making me emotional,” I muttered, looking out the window. “He was talking to me crazy today, and Mother Nature ain’t like it.”

“You can tell he was irritated, too.”

“Well, he can stay irritated.”

She started the car. “Let’s go have a smoke break at my place. My husband already rolled up.”

That actually sounded perfect right now.

Milan Braxton

“The problem with toxic love is that eventually somebody survives it.”

Isat in the high-rise Vaughn paid for, staring at the city with my rent reminder email still open on my laptop.

Final month.