Page 62 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Wanting Sade was nobody’s business.

And it damn sure wasn’t Milan’s.

Yeah, I thought about Sade too much.

Yeah, I liked watching her work.

Yeah, I replayed conversations with her for longer than I should have.

So what?

That woman got under my skin a little. Big deal.

Milan invaded my space tonight to weaken me.

Nobody weakens me.

Nobody.

I slowed at a red light, breathing hard while traffic moved around me.

My thoughts stayed ugly, though.

Heavy.

I already knew Milan wasn’t done.

A woman who knows too much and got nothing left to lose is dangerous.

I pushed off once the light changed, speeding back into traffic.

It’s been a while…

But I’m going to have to put this bitch in the dirt if she reached too far.

Sade

“That man hated resistance, and unfortunately for him, I came with plenty of it.”

One month later, and Vaughn St. Clair still managed to irritate me almost every day.

The crazy part was that the project looked amazing.

Crown Heights was finally starting to come together for real now. Walls finished. Lighting getting installed. Furniture arriving. The vision was becoming real, and every time I walked through the property, I felt proud of what my team was building.

That pride was the main thing keeping me there.

The amount of money this project was bringing my company made the stress easier to swallow. I had expanded my team within weeks. Bigger payroll. Bigger opportunities. Bigger connections. Everybody around me kept saying this project was about to change my career permanently.

Still didn’t make Vaughn easier to deal with.

A month around that man taught me one thing fast.

He liked control.

Not in an obvious loud way either. Vaughn moved calmly most of the time, but underneath that calmness was somebody who expected things to move his way automatically. He wasn’t used to resistance. Definitely not from women. I could tell.

Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t built to just nod my head because a man had money.