Page 61 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
But I’m going to have to put this bitch in the dirt if she reached too far.
Sade
“That man hated resistance, and unfortunately for him, I came with plenty of it.”
One month later, and Vaughn St. Clair still managed to irritate me almost every day.
The crazy part was that the project looked amazing.
Crown Heights was finally starting to come together for real now. Walls finished. Lighting getting installed. Furniture arriving. The vision was becoming real, and every time I walked through the property, I felt proud of what my team was building.
That pride was the main thing keeping me there.
The amount of money this project was bringing my company made the stress easier to swallow. I had expanded my team within weeks. Bigger payroll. Bigger opportunities. Bigger connections. Everybody around me kept saying this project was about to change my career permanently.
Still didn’t make Vaughn easier to deal with.
A month around that man taught me one thing fast.
He liked control.
Not in an obvious loud way either. Vaughn moved calmly most of the time, but underneath that calmness was somebodywho expected things to move his way automatically. He wasn’t used to resistance. Definitely not from women. I could tell.
Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t built to just nod my head because a man had money.
Now, I was back on the site, on a Tuesday, trying to do my job.
“Can somebody tell me why these samples are still sitting here?” I asked while walking through the west side units that morning.
A few workers looked around before one of them finally answered.
“V said wait before installing.”
I frowned immediately. “Wait for what?”
Nobody answered.
That already irritated me.
I looked toward Denise, his property manager assistant, who stood nearby scrolling through her tablet.
“Did he tell you why?”
“He wanted final approval first,” she answered carefully.
I looked around the room again.
The samples had been sitting untouched for almost two days.
Two days wasted.
I rubbed my forehead slowly before speaking again. “Okay, no. We’re behind enough already. Start installing.”
The workers hesitated.
I already knew why.
Nobody wanted to get caught between Vaughn and me anymore.
