Page 45 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
I leaned in closer. “Yeah? Or have you been busy posting other bitches’ businesses?”
He smirked just a little. “You watching my page now?”
“I see what I see.”
He leaned back, looking at me through his shades. “It ain’t what you think.”
“Then what is it?”
“A deal.” He said it like it wasn’t nothing.
I tilted my head. “You don’t do nothing just to do it. So, what is it really?”
He didn’t answer that. Just looked at me for a second too long, then took a drink of his glass of cognac.
That told me everything I needed to know.
“If you say so,” he said, dryly.
I stood there, not leaving.
“Come on,” he said as he stood up.
I looked at him. “Where?”
“Your place, because I know you want some dick.”
I paused for a second, then walked off behind him because clearly, he had already decided.
We didn’t talk much on the way there. He had his music loud, blunt burning, and in his own world.
By the time we got inside, I was already pulling him toward me.
He gave me dick… but not like the first time.
He wasn’t all the way there. No foreplay, no going down on me, but he made me suck him off.
He let me do most of the work, moving when he needed to, but not leading it.
That alone had me clocking him.
When it was over, he got up quickly out of my bed.
Too quick.
Grabbing his clothes, moving like he had somewhere to be.
“You leaving already?” I asked, sitting up.
“Yeah.”
“That’s it?”
He looked at me, calm. “You good.”
I sat there for a second after the door closed, staring at it.
Something wasn’t right.
