Page 83 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“Yeah, okay.”

“Leave.”

She laughed and headed out.

About twenty minutes later, the building finally got quiet.

I was sitting at one of the kitchen islands, going over measurements, when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

I already knew who it was.

Vaughn walked in, Goyard duffel bag slung over his shoulder, black Alo hoodie halfway zipped.

“You still here?”

“Yeah, but I am about to leave since I can’t be here alone anymore.”

He nodded once and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a water.

I tried focusing on my tablet, but it didn’t work.

He stood there drinking water, staring at me.

My stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear.

Vaughn laughed under his breath.

“You ain’t ate?”

“I’ve been busy.”

He grabbed his phone immediately. “What you want?”

I frowned. “For what?”

“Food.”

“I can order my own food when I get home.”

“I ain’t ask that. What you want?”

I stared at him for a second before answering. “Wings or Mexican.”

He smirked slightly. “Of course. I’ll order wings.”

Twenty minutes later, hot wings and waffle fries were sitting between us while rain beat against the windows outside.

We still weren’t really talking. Just eating, getting the feel of each other again. At least that was what I was doing.

And honestly…

I missed this more than I should have.

Vaughn finally looked over at me while biting into a wing.

“You still mad at me?”

I swallowed my food before answering. “I know nobody was here with us, but you embarrassed me.”