Page 76 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I looked at her seriously. “I can make that happen.”

She sighed. “I don’t want to talk about this. It’s a heavy topic for me.”

“Let’s lighten the mood then.”

I pulled a black envelope from my top pocket and handed it to her.

“That’s the second payment.”

She smiled. “That’s what I wanna hear. Thank you for those weekly payments, too.”

“Almost thought you ain’t notice with the attitude you were giving.”

“I noticed, and my apologies again. You take good care of me and my team. I don’t want you to think I’m taking you for granted.”

“Trust me, I don’t think that.”

We finished lunch on a good note, and it wasn’t our last lunch alone.

But I kept being reminded that she had a nigga…

Sade

“The pleasure was real. The confusion hit harder.”

We were finally at month five, and Vaughn and I were finally respecting each other. Things were turning out great, but I still felt like things weren’t moving how they should. I told Vaughn I would come in alone on our off day to work a couple of hours, and he didn’t hesitate to give me full access to the buildings.

Therefore, I was in Crown Heights on a Saturday morning so I could enjoy the rest of my weekend. As I was moving things around in one of the units, Marcus walked in, surprising me. He was holding a bottle of champagne and food.

“Marcus, what are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.

He chuckled. “Couldn’t wait three more hours. I needed to see you now.” He took me into his arms, then kissed my lips.

It turned passionate instantly. It had been a lot of that with us lately when we were alone. A lot of hugging, kissing, and touching my pussy through my clothes. He made me feel good, great actually. But I wasn’t ready for what I knew he wanted.

I pushed him away. “I’m working.”

He chuckled. “So… that nigga has you working too much. Does he do his job? It’s your off day.”

“He does his job, and I choose to be here on my off days.”

“You need a mimosa. You’re a little tense.” He popped the champagne.

“Yeah, I can use a lil liquor at 10 AM.”

We were vibing, he had music playing on his phone, and I could feel the champagne, so I slowed down.

“You’ve been rocking with me for months. I enjoy you and want to see how far our relationship would go, and I want to make things official with us.”

I smirked. “What are you getting at?”

“I’m asking… will you be my girl?”

“As in girlfriend?” I raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. “Yes.” Then he suddenly lifted me onto the counter.

“Boy, what are you doing?” I laughed, but he had me nervous.