Page 93 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

When I got in, I grabbed the water I left and the blunt. He started the car, and “Scholarships” by Drake and Future came on. It had been my theme song for days.

Once the night air and water hit me, I came to my senses a bit, but not enough.

I pulled out my phone. I was on some nut shit, out of body. I couldn’t get what I wanted, so I went for what I didn’t need.

I texted Alana first.

ME: Meet me at the Ritz, Residence 2630.

Then Nia.

ME: Meet me at the Ritz, Residence 2630.

Then I told CK to take me there.

They had no idea what I had in store for them.

CK pulled in front of the hotel, and I looked over at him.

“Take my whip. Don’t crash it,” I told him.

He chuckled. “You know I ain’t, bro. But is you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Finna go fuck these hoes then crash.”

He dapped me up. “My nigga. Enjoy your night.”

I stepped out and went inside.

I hopped on the elevator and went to the top floor to the room I paid for every month. My duck off.

I looked out at the city as the elevator went up. I had it all. Money, cars, designer clothes, all Sade homegirls, but I wanted her. But she was somewhere out in the city I was looking at with a nigga that only wanted her virginity. I knew she was with him now. I knew her every move. Like Milan said, I was obsessed and never gave a fuck. In my head, she was going to be mine.

I stepped off the elevator and walked into my room. I turned on music, but not rap. Not yet.

“Body & Soul” by Anita Baker.

It was Sade’s favorite song. I caught her listening to it on repeat, probably thinking bout her nigga and not me.

I stripped out my clothes and headed to the shower. I turned the water on hot. I stepped in and let the water scold me.

Even with Alana and Nia on the way, all I could think about was Sade.

Her face. Her smile. Her straight teeth. Her hair. Her scent. Her laugh. Her body hugging me. How soft her ass was.

I didn’t want to sexualize her. She was more than that to me. But damn, thinking about her made my dick hard. I stroked it for a second, then stopped.

It was wrong.

Like I said, she deserved more than sex. She wasn’t a cumrag like her friends.

I washed up and stepped out, dick still hard.

I could hear knocks on the door that sounded like more than one person.

My headaches had arrived.

I tossed on a pair of gray sweats and socks. I finally opened the door, and they looked mad more than confused.