Page 73 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

She damn sure wasn’t easy.

But she wasn’t a distraction either.

Not the kind I was used to.

I started the truck and looked at the house one more time before pulling off.

My father survived everything by refusing to break.

Problem was… I learned the same shit.

Laila

“Everybody knew they liked each other before they did.”

It had been three months of back-and-forth with Vaughn and Sade. They were always hot and cold. You never knew what you were going to get from them.

Now it was Friday, barely 11 AM, and they were arguing over music. Vaughn had old school West Coast music blasting loud as hell while we worked. I didn’t mind it, but Sade clearly wasn’t feeling it.

“Can you turn that music down?” she asked. I knew she was trying to focus. She loved music, but worked better when it was quiet. Not silence. But peace.

Vaughn looked dead at her and said, “No.”

Sade huffed. “Nobody needs to hear this much yelling at ten in the morning.”

Vaughn smirked. “This motivation music.”

Sade smacked her lips. “It sounds like somebody threatening the hood.”

Vaughn glared at her. “You got a problem with L.A music now?”

“I got a problem with my skull vibrating,” she said louder than usual.

Vaughn actually turned the music down. “You complain about everything.”

“And you always irritated. Leave your feelings at the door.”

“The only person always irritated is you, like you don’t want to be here.”

“Sometimes, I don’t because you keep talking to me crazy.”

Oh Lord, this girl bet not start crying over this man, I thought. I looked around and could tell everyone was uncomfortable.

I snapped. “OH MY GOD. Do y’all hear yourselves? It don’t sound like you think. Neither of you is winning right now.”

I grabbed both of them like they were two badass kids and walked them to the hallway. They both looked at me, confused.

“Why are y’all acting like a married couple over MUSIC?”

Vaughn chuckled. “That’s her.”

Sade turned up her nose. “Nah, that’s him.”

“Look, I don’t condone begging, copping plea, or workplace romance, but y’all getting on my damn nerves. Hold hands and apologize so we can move on with our lives. Y’all argue more than me and my husband.”

Sade rolled her eyes. “I’m not holding his hand.”

Vaughn followed with, “I’m cool on that.”