Page 112 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“About what?”
“That little virgin interior designer.”
Nia got quiet. She was closer to Sade than I was, so I knew she wasn’t going to say much.
I continued anyway.
“She said Vaughn been obsessed with her. You know she’s talking about Sade, right?”
“That bitch was drunk.”
“Drunk people tell the truth. Stop acting like it’s more bitches in LA, that’s a fuckin’ virgin at her big grown ass age.”
“Girl, it still could be anybody,” she finally said.
“Damn…” I said lowly.
“What?”
“That nigga really like her.”
Nia laughed once, but it sounded forced. “Vaughn don’t like nobody, girl.”
“He like her.”
I suddenly remembered that night at the Ritz again. He was sitting there high and drunk while Nia and I performed for him.
That nigga wasn’t even mentally with us. He was somewhere else entirely. Probably thinking about Sade.
“That’s embarrassing,” I said out loud.
“What is?”
“We were in competition with a bitch that wasn’t even competing.”
Nia went quiet again after that. That irritated me, so I spoke.
“Bye, bitch. I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with you. We ain’t friends, remember?” I hung up before she could respond.
I grabbed my wine and opened Instagram.
The first thing I saw was Sade’s page.
Regular pictures. Business shit. Design posts. Pretty ass smile.
Nothing flashy.
Nothing thirsty.
Nothing chasing attention.
No Vaughn on her page, but I knew what was up.
I stared at her picture.
Then, finally, I laughed under my breath. “Damn, Sade got the nigga I wanted…”
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