Page 71 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
After a while, I stood up.
“You gonna be good when I leave?” I asked.
He gave me a look. “I’ll be alive when you come back.”
I went into the kitchen, grabbed the food my mother packed, and kissed her cheek again.
“Don’t work all night,” she said.
“I’m going home.”
She gave me the same look she gave my father earlier.
I left before either one of them could say anything else.
Outside, the night air hit my face while I walked back to my truck. I sat there with the food on the passenger seat and my hands on the wheel, not starting the engine yet.
Women either bring peace or distraction.
That line sat with me.
I didn’t know what Sade brought.
She wasn’t peace.
She damn sure wasn’t easy.
But she wasn’t a distraction either.
Not the kind I was used to.
I started the truck and looked at the house one more time before pulling off.
My father survived everything by refusing to break.
Problem was… I learned the same shit.
Laila
“Everybody knew they liked each other before they did.”
It had been three months of back-and-forth with Vaughn and Sade. They were always hot and cold. You never knew what you were going to get from them.
Now it was Friday, barely 11 AM, and they were arguing over music. Vaughn had old school West Coast music blasting loud as hell while we worked. I didn’t mind it, but Sade clearly wasn’t feeling it.
“Can you turn that music down?” she asked. I knew she was trying to focus. She loved music, but worked better when it was quiet. Not silence. But peace.
Vaughn looked dead at her and said, “No.”
Sade huffed. “Nobody needs to hear this much yelling at ten in the morning.”
Vaughn smirked. “This motivation music.”
Sade smacked her lips. “It sounds like somebody threatening the hood.”
Vaughn glared at her. “You got a problem with L.A music now?”
“I got a problem with my skull vibrating,” she said louder than usual.
