Page 97 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“You’re looking at that same email for ten minutes.”
I frowned and locked my phone. “Mind your business.”
She smirked. “Yeah, okay.”
I rolled my eyes.
Day five hit harder than the others.
That was when the building started feeling different.
Nobody checking behind us.
Nobody questioning shit.
Nobody hovering.
Even Denise looked stressed.
Around noon, Vanessa walked in, moving fast with her phone pressed to her ear. I barely paid attention at first until I heard Vaughn’s name.
“I just left the Ritz,” she said, walking past us.
My hand stopped moving over the fabric samples.
“He still throwing up?” CK asked through the phone. She had him on low speaker.
Vanessa sighed hard. “Bad.”
My stomach turned.
“The doctor said his CHS flaring up again like two years ago, and he ain’t taking care of himself.”
They disappeared further down the hallway, but I kept hearing pieces.
“Is he still smoking?”
“Yes.”
“Is he eating?”
“No.”
“You know how he gets, especially knowing our father isn't going good.”
Vanessa’s voice dropped lower after that, but one sentence still caught me.
“I don’t even think he’s using soap in that shower, just burning his skin with hot water.”
I looked down at the table, trying to focus again, but my mind was already somewhere else.
Hot showers.
Throwing up.
Not eating.
The way he looked at his birthday party suddenly made more sense.
