Page 20 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Not the one I want.”
“It’s Sade, huh. You need to let the virgin crush go.”
I hung up.
Alana Brooks AKA Na-Na
“I knew what it was… I just knew I could turn it into more.”
Ididn’t know I had my eyes on V Saint until I did. He was right, I did diss him back in the day, but it wasn’t because he was regular. V Saint was always sexy, and I would have given him a chance, but I was four months pregnant at that time, and nobody knew. I had been arguing with my BD that day and was hiding a black eye. I ain’t want to drag another nigga in my personal life, so I rolled with the rumors that I only fucked with rich niggas. Too embarrassed to show my real life. But that was ten years ago.
Although he thought I was that same girl, I wasn’t. At least not all the way. Throughout the years, I’ve worked a regular job as a paralegal, started my podcast for professionals, and changed my image. I did all this while raising my son alone. My baby father was alive and well. He was a popular six-figure rapper under Demon Records, with six other baby mamas. He paid his child support, saw his son 5 times a year, but I was far removed from him.
Now, what was true and didn’t change was what kind of men I was attracted to. I upgraded to rich men, it was true. I hadtricks; I had sugar-baby arrangements. I’d only been seen with successful men.
That was how I built my lifestyle and my podcast, which was only for professionals. My podcast had taken off, thanks to rich men. And having V Saint on my show put me in position to quit my 9–5. The views brought in a pretty penny.
Now I was looking at him as the best thing that had happened to me. A meal ticket I could actually fall in love with. But I was saving love for later. I knew when he texted me two weeks later, saying,“Meet me at the Ritz,”that this was just sex. He wasn’t looking for what his sister put out there. So I was going to put this pussy and personality on him, so I’d be unforgettable.
“Mommy, can I go with you?”
My son came in and asked. He was ten now. Tall, but still a child, still my baby. He was a gamer and a student, sheltered in a mansion with my mother, who was also his live-in nanny. I paid her to do so.
“Not tonight. I’m going to Aunty Rema’s to watch scary movies.”
He laughed. “Oh, well, never mind.”
I started tickling him. “Lil scary boy. I’m going to make you watch Jason.”
I spent a moment with my son, then my mother came and got him for bed. I kissed his forehead and promised my mother I’d be back in a few hours. She never asked questions, just told me to be safe.
I put my overnight bag in the trunk of my Porsche truck and hit the LA streets downtown.
When I made it to the Ritz, I saw V Saint standing by the valet. He was wearing all black, fresh fade, beard lined up, and I was hoping he would let me put my pussy on it. I pulled up and rolled the window down.
“Get yo’ fine ass out, valet gon’ take your car.”
I blushed. I liked how he thought I was fine, even though I knew. I got out. “Should I grab my things?”
“Yeah, you with me for the night.”
He gave me a look, seductive but serious.
“Sounds like a one-night stand,” I smirked.
“It’s gon’ be whatever you make it to be.”
Yeah, he ’bout to fuck me through the mattress, I thought. I thought he was going to take me inside, but we walked over to a midnight blue Challenger, clean as hell.
“You overdressed, ma. We ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he said as he opened the door for me.
“I don’t know how to underdress. It’s just a dress and some heels.”
I slid in, and he closed the door.
He got in. “I forgot I have a car club meeting. Gotta pay my dues.”
He lit his blunt and started the car. The music came on loud as hell, startling me.
