Page 50 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
Alana.
Ignored it.
Buzz.
Nia.
Ignored that too.
Neither one of them was who I wanted to hear from right now, and that alone irritated me more.
I stopped at a light and looked out the window, my thoughts circling right back to Sade again.
The way she looked at me after I told her not to slow my project down.
The way she ain’t back down all day.
I exhaled low and rubbed my chin.
The light turned green.
I pressed the gas harder than necessary and headed straight toward the strip club in West LA to meet CK.
CK was already there when I walked in, sitting in our usual section with a drink in front of him, money in his hand, whilewomen danced around, damn near naked, to old Jeezy. The club was active but not packed yet.Perfect timing.
“Waddup, project manager,” CK laughed as I walked up.
“Man, shut up.” I dapped him up and sat down.
A dancer walked over immediately, trying to sit on my lap, but I waved her off. That alone made CK look at me funny.
“Oh yeah, you stressed for real.” He handed me a stack of money.
“I’m not stressed.”
“You just turned down ass in a strip club. You stressed!” He laughed and took a drink.
I grabbed the tequila bottle off the table and poured myself a shot. “That girl I hired is annoying as fuck.”
“Sade?”
“Who else?” I threw a shot back. “She too bossy.”
CK started laughing harder. “You just used to women bowing down to you.”
“That ain’t true.”
“It is true. Most women around you just agree with whatever you say, so they can stay around.”
I frowned. “That sound crazy.”
“It sound accurate.”
I poured another shot. “Every five minutes, she got something to say. Fix this. Move that. This don’t look right. I be wanting to tell her, damn, shut up.”
“But was she wrong?”
I looked at him, frowning. “That’s not the point.”
