Page 85 of The Don's Virgin Obsession

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“You looked cold.”

“Thank you.”

I grabbed my keys off the counter while she put her shoes back on.

The elevator ride downstairs was regular again. No weird tension. Just both of us, tired.

When we stepped outside, rain was still coming down hard enough to bounce off the pavement.

I walked her to her car while she held the blanket around herself.

“You keeping my blanket?” I asked.

She smiled sleepily. “Maybe.”

“Thief.”

“You rich. Relax.”

I laughed under my breath while she unlocked her door.

Before getting in, she looked back at me.

“Goodnight, Vaughn.”

“Night, ma.”

I stood there watching her pull off while rain soaked through my hoodie.

Marcus’s name kept sitting in my head, though.

$$$$$

I woke up the next morning, still thinking about Sade asleep on the couch.

I should’ve been thinking about work.

Instead, I kept hearing her sleepy ass voice saying goodnight to me.

I got to my office early with coffee and my laptop, trying to focus on numbers, but my mind kept circling back to her.

So, I typed Marcus Hale into my system instead.

Basic search first.

Real estate. Finance. High ass credit score. Business articles.

Regular nigga shit.

Then I saw the last name tied somewhere else.

Marcus Jewel-Hale.

I frowned.

“Jewel?”

I opened another tab.

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