Page 74 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
As we ate, I started the convo.
“We’re ahead of the curve thanks to you and your crew. We can probably be doing the grand opening in less than two years.”
She smiled. “That sounds lovely. Your crew has been doing their thing, too, with the flooring.”
I nodded. “Yeah, but just a lil constructive criticism from my dad. He says cool down with the soft colors. MEN are going to live here too.”
I bit into my steak burrito, which I would regret later.
She started crunching up her taco salad and giggled. “I’ll slow it down. Order some black interior.”
I nodded, but my eyes went to the small gold-and-diamond crucifix necklace she was wearing.
“You used to always wear that necklace in high school.”
She touched it softly. “How do you remember that? You hardly saw me. I was in an all-girls school.”
“You don’t remember anything like I do. You forgot my school was down the street. Me and my crew used to sneak up there. I complimented you all the time.”
She laughed. “I try to forget that era in my life. But my mother gave me this necklace three days before she was murdered. She gave me a ring too,” she said the last part softly, almost childlike.
“I remember that. My parents watched it every day on the news, so I saw it. You know, dude works in our field? I just turned down somebody on his team who tried to buy material from me. I don’t play like that.”
She glared at me. “Really? I haven’t seen him in decades. I was hoping he was dead.”
I looked at her seriously. “I can make that happen.”
She sighed. “I don’t want to talk about this. It’s a heavy topic for me.”
“Let’s lighten the mood then.”
I pulled a black envelope from my top pocket and handed it to her.
“That’s the second payment.”
She smiled. “That’s what I wanna hear. Thank you for those weekly payments, too.”
“Almost thought you ain’t notice with the attitude you were giving.”
“I noticed, and my apologies again. You take good care of me and my team. I don’t want you to think I’m taking you for granted.”
“Trust me, I don’t think that.”
We finished lunch on a good note, and it wasn’t our last lunch alone.
But I kept being reminded that she had a nigga…
Sade
“The pleasure was real. The confusion hit harder.”
We were finally at month five, and Vaughn and I were finally respecting each other. Things were turning out great, but I still felt like things weren’t moving how they should. I told Vaughn I would come in alone on our off day to work a couple of hours, and he didn’t hesitate to give me full access to the buildings.
Therefore, I was in Crown Heights on a Saturday morning so I could enjoy the rest of my weekend. As I was moving things around in one of the units, Marcus walked in, surprising me. He was holding a bottle of champagne and food.
“Marcus, what are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.
He chuckled. “Couldn’t wait three more hours. I needed to see you now.” He took me into his arms, then kissed my lips.
