Page 68 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Emotional.

Marcus glanced over at me briefly. “Why are you looking like that?”

“Nothing.”

“You defending him already?”

“I’m not defending anybody. I just never heard of your brother.”

“You’ll hear about him eventually. Randy is loud when he feels disrespected.”

I laughed. “Clearly.”

Marcus smiled and reached over, resting his hand gently on my thigh.

“How about we don’t talk about work anymore?”

“That sounds nice.”

“You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Good. Dinner at my place.”

I leaned my head back against the seat, finally letting myself relax a little.

And honestly…

After the kind of day I had, Marcus felt peaceful.

V Saint

“My father taught me how to survive pressure, not what to do once something real touched me.”

Iwent back to Crown Heights after I left my condo because home wasn’t doing nothing but letting my thoughts go extreme. The site was empty when I pulled up. Security was outside, workers gone, machines parked, lights still on in certain units. I sat in my truck for a minute before getting out, looking at the buildings.

I finally walked inside with my blunt behind my ear, music low from my phone in my hand. I didn’t even really want to smoke. I just needed something with me.

Crown Heights looked good.

That was the issue in my head.

Everywhere I walked, I could see Sade.

Her decisions.

Her corrections.

Her attitude.

The woman had touched damn near every part of this project already, and we were only a month in. I hated how much sense she made. Hated how good her work was. Hated how she could challenge me and be right at the same time.

I stopped in one of the units and looked at the entryway she had changed without asking me.

It looked better.

I shook my head and laughed under my breath.