Page 58 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“You trippin’.”
“No, I’m not.” I got closer again. “You still secretly depressed. You still addicted to women. You still obsessive. The only difference is now you stalking a bitch that probably don’t even want you.”
His eyes finally met mine.
“You gotta go.”
I should’ve left.
Instead, I touched him.
Ran my hand slowly over his chest.
“You remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me?” I asked softer now. “Remember how crazy we used to be?”
He grabbed my wrist gently but firmly and moved it away.
That hurt my feelings more than I expected.
I covered it with a laugh. “Wow.”
“You doin’ too much.”
“You can’t even get hard for me no more?” I asked nastier now, already reaching for his sweats. “That little office bitch got you that gone? She don’t want you.”
He stepped back immediately.
“Milan.” Warning in his voice now.
I stared at him for a second before shaking my head slowly.
Sex used to control Vaughn.
I used to control Vaughn.
Now neither one worked.
“You don’t want her,” I said finally. “You want whatever version of yourself you think she sees.”
I grabbed my purse and headed toward the door.
“Oh, and one more thing,” I said before leaving. “Keep playing with me, and I’ll remind social media exactly who the fuck Vaughn St. Clair used to be.”
He didn’t answer.
Just stood there quiet while I left.
And honestly?
That silence pissed me off more than anything else.
V Saint
“Addiction don’t disappear… it just learn how to dress better.”
After Milan left, I just stood there in the kitchen for a minute staring at nothing.
My whole mood was fucked up now.
