Page 80 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Shipment came.”
“Sign this.”
That was it.
I pulled up to Crown Heights, trying not to think about it. Marcus had called me twice on the drive there, talking about dinner later, and I was trying to focus on that instead, but I told him I was too tired. I just couldn’t face him while Vaughn was mad.
Why the fuck was it bothering me so much?
I got out of the car and walked inside with my coffee in hand. Workers were already moving around. Denise was talking to oneof the electricians while Laila stood near the front, arguing with somebody over paint samples.
“Sade,” Laila called out. “Tell this man this beige is ugly.”
I looked at the wall once. “It is. Go with the white that came in last night.”
The worker sighed dramatically. “Y’all women are impossible.”
“We saving you from bad decisions, and Mr. St. Clair tearing it down,” I replied, walking off. I was referring to Vaughn’s father.
Laila caught up beside me. “Okay… what happened between you and Vaughn? You've been having lunch with me all week, and y'all have been distant.”
“Nothing.”
“That’s not how ‘nothing’ people act.”
I kept walking. “Nothing happened.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I rolled my eyes. “You and that damn yeah, okay.”
“‘Cause you’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
She looked at me for a second before smirking. “Y’all went from married couple to divorced parents real fast.”
I laughed. “We are not a married couple.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
I walked off before she could keep going.
That surveillance shit changed something. What stuck with me most was that I still couldn’t decide if Vaughn overreacted or if I actually felt guilty.
I hated that part.
By lunchtime, I still hadn’t really seen him. Just little glimpses. Him outside on the phone. Him talking to contractors. Him walking through units with his hands in his pockets, looking irritated about something.
Probably me…
Every time I almost looked too long, I stopped myself.
Now, I was in one of the model units, reviewing furniture placement, when Denise walked in, holding paperwork.
“Vaughn approved the kitchen changes.”
I looked up. “He didn’t fight me on it?”
