He grabbed the champagne bottle and his keys slowly. The energy felt awkward now, heavy. I hated that because ten minutes ago, everything felt easy.
Before leaving, he looked at me again.
“Tell the truth… You got feelings for that nigga you working for?” he asked bluntly.
My stomach churned instantly. “No.”
The answer came too fast.
Marcus looked at me for a second too long, like he didn’t fully believe it, then nodded anyway.
“I’ll call you later.”
I didn’t answer that time.
I just watched him walk out.
The second the door closed behind him, I started pacing.
Back and forth across the kitchen.
My heart was beating too fast, and I was irritated at myself for even thinking about Vaughn during a moment like that.
“This is stupid,” I muttered under my breath.
I fixed my clothes completely, cleaned the counter, straightened things that were already straight, and tried to mentally reset myself.
Work.
Focus on work.
That’s why I came here.
I grabbed my tablet and started going back through measurements in the living room area, trying to move past whatever that was.
About twenty minutes later, I finally settled back into work mode enough to breathe normally again.
That was when I heard footsteps.
Heavy ones.
I looked up instinctively toward the hallway entrance.
And froze.
Vaughn.
V Saint
“That shit sat wrong with me the second her legs went up.”
Iwoke up remembering Sade was working alone on a Saturday, so I turned on the surveillance to check on her. I walked to the kitchen with my iPad, watching her. This woman was so into this project; it touched a nigga heart a lil. I watched her go unit to unit, opening boxes, setting tables, putting up curtains, and all I could think was she needed a vacation, something tropical. But I knew I wouldn’t be the nigga to make that happen, especially after what I saw next.
I sat down to roll up and maybe order food, but I was caught off guard when a man walked in and greeted her.
Her nigga.
On my fuckin’ site, putting his hands all over her.