Page 4 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“…so, are you saying you’re ready to settle down?”
I paused my pencil.
Then—
“Might be time I pick a wife.”
Laila turned to me quickly.
“Yeah… she’s definitely looking at him like she wanna get in line now.”
I shook my head, folding my arms.
“If she get involved with him like that…” I trailed off, “We’re about to get dragged into some bullshit.”
Laila blinked once, then started laughing.
The comments started flooding the screen.
“Here we go,” she said, scrolling.
WHERE DO I APPLY???
I KNOW HE TOXIC BUT I’LL RISK IT
He not joking y’all… watch.
Alana don’t laugh, ask him what he REALLY mean!
Something about him off…
I shook my head, smiling under my breath.
“People be so quick to sign up for something they don’t understand.”
She turned the volume down as the clip replayed, and the energy settled just enough for me to get back to what I was doing.
For a second, I watched Alana again.
The way she held the room.
She was good.
Laila shifted the whole conversation.
“So what, tonight the night? You finally letting somebody get between them thick thighs?”
I snickered. “Stop playing with me on the clock.”
I had a date tonight, and she knew. It was with a guy I met on a private dating site. It’s invite-only, background-checked, the kind of place where men lead with what makes sense, not what sounds good. His name was Marcus Hale.
Mid-thirties.
Worked in real estate on the finance side.
He said he preferred women who moved with their mind, not their pussy. I respected that enough to say yes. It felt… easy. Predictable in a good way. Something that didn’t involve me talking about where I was in life when it came to sex.
She laughed loudly.
