Page 3 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Am I?” I asked, calm.
“Well,” she said, trying to recover, “I’m sure a lot of women would line up for that opportunity.”
“That’s the problem. Too many options usually mean none of them are worth it.”
“So, what are you actually looking for?”
That question…
I didn’t answer it right away.
Because the truth wasn’t something I was about to hand to her, or anybody watching this. But it still crossed my mind, clear as it always was.
She was impressed by nothing and not moved by everything in the city.
The only woman I had ever seen move like that…
She never gave me access.
I leaned back again, meeting her eyes. “I’ll know when I see it,” I said simply.
She nodded like that made sense. It didn’t. Not to her. But it did to me. Because while the world was about to take what I said and run with it… Turn it into headlines, clips, and conversations.I wasn’t looking for a woman. I wasn’t holding auditions like I was some rich ass bachelor.
I had already seen her. Years ago. I just never went back and got it. Until now.
Sade
“I didn’t wait… I chose not to settle.”
“I’m not even gonna lie… she sounds like she goin’ for this nigga. She never lets anyone cut her off.”
I didn’t look up from the floor plans spread across the marble island, my pencil still moving as I marked up measurements. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching across the unfinished high-rise unit in clean lines. The kind I liked before I turned a space into something people actually wanted to live in.
We were watching our friend Alana like we always did.
My assistant, Laila, didn’t miss a beat.
“You know our girl, Alana,” she said, loud, messy, right with me. “She gon’ stand up in front of a rich nigga.”
I smirked a little, finally glancing up at the iPad propped against a stack of sample books. “Because why he talking like that on her platform?”
“Because he knows what he’s doing,” Laila shot back. “And she knows what she’s doing, too. That’s why this is about to go up.”
This Vaughn dude had taken over the show. I ain’t know him like that. Just knew he was a flashy millionaire real estate developer that always ended up in our circle somehow.
“…I think I’m done dating for fun,”his voice came through, calm California accent, like he wasn’t saying something that was about to have the internet acting stupid.
Laila sucked her teeth.
“Yeah, okay. They always say that right after they get embarrassed during a breakup.”
I let out a soft laugh. His breakup was all over the blogs because he had been dating a messy reality star girl who called herself a real estate agent when she wasn’t on TV. She even had her own show on a home TV network.
“Every time. Whole rebrand.”
“Whole personality change,” she added.
On the screen, Alana leaned in, already steering it where she wanted.
