Page 57 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
Still toxic.
Still emotionally bankrupt for me.
“What you doing here?” he asked immediately.
I pushed past him. “Damn, can I come in?”
“You already did.” He shut the door behind me.
The penthouse smelled like weed and expensive cologne and plug ins. Same as always.
I looked around. “You here alone?”
“Yeah, why?”
“That little designer bitch, Sade, ain’t here?”
He frowned instantly. “Why would she?”
I smirked. “Oh wow. Touchy.”
“Watch out.”
I laughed. “For what? You in love now?”
“I’m not doing this with you tonight. I paid yo rent for the last month. That was the agreement. Shit is done. Get a job.” He walked past me toward the kitchen.
I followed him anyway. “You used to sniff coke off my kitchen counter and now you too good for conversations?”
He stopped moving.
Perfect.
I wanted him uncomfortable.
“You done?” he asked calmly.
“No. I’m actually just getting started.”
He grabbed water from the fridge while I stared at him. Vaughn looked tired. Not physically. Mentally.
I knew that look. Depression was seeping in.
“You really think she about to save you?” I asked.
“She ain’t got shit to do with you.”
“She got everything to do with me if you cutting me off over her.”
“I’m cutting you off because we over.”
I laughed coldly. “Nigga, we been over before you called yourself breaking up with me. You just finally found somebody you wanna cosplay normal with.”
He stayed quiet, sipping his water.
That irritated me more.
“You know what’s crazy?” I stepped closer. “I actually used to respect you. You was fucked up, but at least you was honest about it. Now you walking around pretending you healed because some girl with a degree make you feel important.”
