Page 88 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Okay,” I said softly as he walked away.
Once he left, I looked at Vanessa.
“I don’t think he liked the party,” I told her.
“He did, he’s just tired from going to the strip club last night. He also gets like this when it’s birthday time, since a kid,” she assured me.
“That’s good to know. Thanks for helping me with this.”
Vanessa smiled. “You welcome, girl. You were the best person in his life to do this.”
We hugged and got to work.
As I worked through the day, I couldn’t help but think about Vaughn, how down he looked, how he didn’t take pride in his day.
I couldn’t lie, he had me concerned, no matter what Vanessa told me.
Milan
“People love polished men until somebody tells the truth about what it took to build them.”
Everybody was posting about Vaughn’s birthday. Vanessa had already made three different posts. His little work girlfriend, Sade, had Crown Heights decorated in blue balloons and custom cupcakes from what I saw on Instagram stories. His boys had him posted in sections at the strip club with bottles. Women, all in the comments, thirsting for him like he was some prize.
Meanwhile, I was sitting in a condo that I was about to get evicted from.
Crazy.
Four years with Vaughn St. Clair just to get replaced by a damn interior designer with a soft voice, a tummy tuck, and “good morals.”
I poured more tequila in my glass and kept scrolling.
Black excellence. Real estate king. Good man. Boss.
I laughed hard as hell.
These people ain’t know that nigga.
Didn’t know what he looked like after being up for three days straight.
Didn’t know how many women he needed around him just to keep his mind busy.
They damn sure ain’t know how obsessed he got once something settled in his head.
I looked at the live button on Instagram for a second before clicking it.
Fuck it.
People started joining immediately.
The comments moved fast.
Where you been? You still with V Saint? You look pretty.
I leaned back on the couch with my drink in my hand and smiled at the camera.
“I know y’all probably confused why I’m on here,” I said casually. “I’m just bored, though.”
The comments kept moving.
