Page 91 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I laughed.

“See? That’s what I’m saying. Y’all don’t know him. Y’all know the version he sells.”

The views started climbing faster.

“He don’t sleep. He distracts himself. Women. Weed. Work. Money. Cars. Whatever keeps his mind busy.”

Somebody commented: You sound bitter.

I smirked.

“Bitter? Baby, I survived him.”

That made the comments go crazier.

I set my drink down and leaned closer toward the camera.

“Y’all calling him husband material, meanwhile, that nigga been obsessing over the same girl for years.”

The comments damn near stopped for a second.

Who???

Who???

Tea.

Wait what?

I laughed again.

“A certain little virgin interior designer got that man losing his fuckin mind. You can see her hugging him on his Instagram story.”

I picked my drink back up while the comments exploded.

People started guessing immediately.

Some right. Some wrong.

“He watching her. Tracking her. Saving pictures. Searching her socials. All type of weird shit.”

One comment said: This sounds fake.

I shrugged.

“I wish it were fake.”

The views jumped again.

I grabbed my other phone beside me and held up blurry screenshots toward the live. Enough for people to see names and photos without seeing all the details.

“I’m just saying… watch how he move around her. That ain’t regular.”

My phone started buzzing with the live going on.

It was Vaughn.

I looked at the screen and laughed.