Page 34 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
My lawyer stood up, grabbing his briefcase. “Send it back signed when you’re ready. This is a good move.”
“Thank you for coming at short notice.”
He nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Laila looked at me, still smiling. “So… you’re about to be working with Vaughn St. Clair every day.”
“It’s business,” I said, keeping my tone even.
She raised her eyebrow. “That’s what you think. So, we’re still not telling the girls?”
“Nope. Like I said… It’s business. Now let’s go have a late lunch. It’s on me.”
V Saint
“They celebrate me like I did something special… I just did what needed to be done.”
Ifinally felt like I could breathe once Sade and all that ass left my presence, but her Chanel perfume stayed under my nose. I unbuttoned the collar buttons of my shirt and sat down with a bottle of water.
Damn,I thought.That was a lot of decorum on my behalf.
I called in my property manager. “Shut it down for the weekend,” I told him, then texted my group chat.
ME:Meet me at Phantom Bar and Grill. A nigga had a long day.
The whole chat texted back okay. It was just my right-hand man, Cornelious King aka CK, my sister Vanessa, and my twin homeboys Khalil and Kadeem Hardaway.
After the workers left, security hit the buildings, and I hopped in the Lambo truck and headed to L.A.
I got to the spot in twenty minutes, high as fuck, nerves somewhat calm for the moment. I sprayed on some Creed,popped a piece of gum, and used hand sanitizer. I walked in, and my crew was already at the bar, my sis in the middle of it all like she was one of the guys.
I walked up, and everybody started showing me love.
“The man of the hour,” CK said, dapping me up. “I saw your buildings in the L.A. Times today. You changed that whole block, man.”
I nodded. “It needed to be done.” I dapped the rest of my boys.
“Needed to be done? You’re a hood hero,” Vanessa boasted.
I chuckled, nonchalantly. “Not hardly.”
“Ugh, I hate when you act like you not that nigga. So, what’s up? Why we congregating?” Vanessa asked as I hugged her.
“Pour me three shots of Don, and I’ll tell you everything.”
Vanessa wasted no time pouring. I took all three, chased it, and let the burn settle in my chest.
“A’ight, so… I finally found my interior designer.”
Vanessa smirked but didn’t say anything.
“Word? Which company?” Khalil asked.
“Bennett Interiors.”
My boys were in real estate too, so they knew companies.
“Heard of her. She does good work. How much?” he asked.
