Page 91 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
I was tired and ready to fuck Milan up. That live was circulating, and it was something I ain’t want nobody to see.
I’ma kill that bitch when I catch her,I thought as some girl popped her ass in front of me.
My mind just wasn’t there. A nigga felt like he was deteriorating on the inside. Work, long nights, competition, bitches… it was all wearing me down mentally and physically.
I took another shot from my bottle. I was so numb it went down like water.
By the time I finished the last blunt I had on me, I was gone. Spinning. I closed my eyes, but I heard yelling and cheering. I opened my eyes, and all I could see was sparklers and the DJ yelling, “HAPPY G-DAY, V-SAINT!”
Everybody around me was live, throwing money, singing happy birthday, and I was sitting there, elbows on my knees, folded over, staring at the floor. Pathetic if you asked me.
I wanted Sade.
I wanted a calmer life.
I wanted to grow the fuck up.
But how???
“I ain’t shit,” I mumbled.
CK and Vanessa must have known I was done for. All I could hear was Vanessa say, “Take my brother home. He ain’t feeling it,” and she was right.
CK helped me up, and I stumbled out the private exit. Valet brought my brand new blacked-out two-seater AMG GT Mercedes. CK got in the driver’s seat and let the top down.
When I got in, I grabbed the water I left and the blunt. He started the car, and “Scholarships” by Drake and Future came on. It had been my theme song for days.
Once the night air and water hit me, I came to my senses a bit, but not enough.
I pulled out my phone. I was on some nut shit, out of body. I couldn’t get what I wanted, so I went for what I didn’t need.
I texted Alana first.
ME:Meet me at the Ritz, Residence 2630.
Then Nia.
ME:Meet me at the Ritz, Residence 2630.
Then I told CK to take me there.
They had no idea what I had in store for them.
CK pulled in front of the hotel, and I looked over at him.
“Take my whip. Don’t crash it,” I told him.
He chuckled. “You know I ain’t, bro. But is you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Finna go fuck these hoes then crash.”
He dapped me up. “My nigga. Enjoy your night.”
I stepped out and went inside.
I hopped on the elevator and went to the top floor to the room I paid for every month. My duck off.
I looked out at the city as the elevator went up. I had it all. Money, cars, designer clothes, all Sade homegirls, but I wanted her. But she was somewhere out in the city I was looking at with a nigga that only wanted her virginity. I knew she was with him now. I knew her every move. Like Milan said, I was obsessed and never gave a fuck. In my head, she was going to be mine.
