Page 115 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
That answered enough.
“She love you?”
“She cares.”
My father leaned his head back against the chair. “Don’t die lonely and miserable like your Uncle Vernon did.”
That made me chuckle. “I won’t.”
“I’m serious. That nigga spent his whole life chasing women and ended up dying in that house by himself.”
“I hear you, pops.”
He looked toward the TV again. “Your mother probably already told you I updated the will.”
“She mentioned it.”
“When I’m gone, St. Clair Realty is fully yours and Vanessa’s.”
I ran my hand down my face.
“You already know how to run it. I’ve been preparing you since you were young.”
“You have.”
“I’m leaving you three million liquid too.”
I looked over at him. “You ain’t gotta do all that.”
“Yes, I do. Use it on my future grandkids.”
I looked at him. My father looked older tonight. That shit still ain’t feel real to me.
“I need you not to take my death to heart,” he said calmly. “I want you to run this business with an iron fist. You gon’ be good without me.”
I looked down at my plate.
“You hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I raised you to lead, not be a bitch ass nigga.”
“I’ll never be that.”
He looked over at me one more time before smiling.
“Well, stop stressing over that woman not loving you, because she does. If she stayed with you through all this shit, and gave you something special, she probably ain’t going nowhere. Ya momma told me she stayed with you for days.”
That made me laugh for real this time. “Momma and ya daughter nosy as hell.”
Maybe he was right. Maybe she did love a nigga, and I was ready to find out.
Sade
“The man I was supposed to avoid became the first man I ever truly let in.”
Ihad been back to work for eight days, and I was trying to get back on track and act as normal as I could. Vanessa was in place for Vaughn. Denise and Laila had been doing their thing. We all were on track and on schedule, but all I could think about was Vaughn and what we did.
