Page 79 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Why are you talking to me like this?”
Because I’m fuckin hurt, I thought. But that’s not what came out.
“Your nigga can’t come in my buildings no more, and if I catch you getting dropped off or picked up by the nigga again, I’m gon’ beat him the fuck up.”
Sade now looked completely caught off guard.
I stepped closer without realizing it. “And stop acting like he ain’t violate you either.”
“What?” She frowned immediately.
“You told him you wasn’t ready.”
Her eyes widened. I continued before she could answer.
“But as soon as he started eatin’ that lil pussy, all that shit went out the window.”
“That’s not fair,” she whispered.
“Neither was me watching it.”
That slipped out before I could stop it.
The room suddenly felt too small.
I stepped back first. “Just leave, Sade, before I suspend you. I’ll see you Monday.”
She stared at me for another second before grabbing her things.
Neither one of us spoke while she packed up.
By the time she walked past me toward the door, I still couldn’t look directly at her.
She paused before leaving. “I never meant to disrespect you.”
The door closed.
I sat down on the same counter her body was just on and rubbed both hands over my face hard.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Sade wasn’t mine, just my employee. So why the fuck did I feel like somebody took something from me?
My mind kept going back to the fuckin’ video. Her face. That nigga touching her. The way she looked after I walked in.
I sat there too long, looking around the unit she helped build.
Million-dollar project. Luxury, everything in the heart of Compton.
And somehow, I still felt close to losing my shit.
Sade
“I started missing him the moment he stopped bothering me.”
Vaughn and I had barely been speaking for five days. We still came to work every day and handled business as if nothing had happened, but the lunches stopped, the random conversations stopped, and even the little slick comments disappeared. Now it was just work.
“Morning.”
