Page 49 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

He nodded once, eyes still on the road.

The ride was still hell.

The music loud as fuck, windows rattling, engine roaring every time he pressed the gas. Drakeo the Ruler “I Want It All” playing back-to-back, bass hitting through the seat.

I shifted, uncomfortable, cramping, trying not to let it show.

He stayed focused on the road.

Didn’t check on me.

Didn’t lower the music.

That somehow made it worse.

By the time we pulled up to Compton, I was ready to get out.

I stepped out first, adjusting myself, then walked ahead.

My crew was already moving.

Laila looked at me and smirked. “You made it.”

I gave her a look. “We’ll talk later.”

She smirked. “Aww. Thought you would like that.”

I frowned. “I didn’t.”

“I'm sorry. He took my phone as soon as I told him I had to get you.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.”

Vaughn walked up behind me, quiet, stepping into my space without announcing himself.

I watched him for a second, then stepped forward.

“Let’s get started.”

He glanced at me. “Yes, ma’am.” A small smirk, then he turned and started walking. “We’re starting with building two.”

I moved beside him the whole day

Not behind him.

I’m sure he noticed but didn’t say it.

We walked the site while he ran through timelines, expectations, and material. Straight to the point.

“You sure you can handle this?” he asked, as we stood on one of the balconies.

“You ain’t hire me to be unsure.”

I started asking questions, calling things out as we moved, and pointing out areas that needed adjustment before they became problems.

My crew followed my lead.