He walked away.
Laila made her way to me.
“You heard what he said?” I asked her.
“I heard some of it,” she shrugged.
“Well, what all did you hear?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Man, I heard those seventy units. I hope you’re taking it. We can use the work. You can charge at least a million,” she informed me.
“I might.” I pulled the card from my back pocket and read it like I did at dinner.
Vaughn St. Clair
Urban Real Estate Developer
Same simple card, but something told me nothing about this man was simple, and it was more than business…
V Saint
“I don’t look for peace… I keep something around to quiet the noise.”
My team finally came down from the success high of the convention. Now we were in the middle of the week, sorting shit out. I was on lunch with a baddie named Nia Morgan. I wasn’t in the mood for somebody new, so I hit up a chick I’d smashed within the last year. Nia was cool, didn’t talk much, just liked good food and being in my presence. That was the kind of female energy I needed at noon, since I couldn’t seem to live without a woman in my space. Women came with baggage, but they were my peace.
“This chicken is so fire,” she said, dipping another garlic parm wing into ranch.
“Yeah, they fire. But let me ask you something.”
She smiled. “Ask away.”
“You know why I like to be with yo’ fine ass. You pretty, you quiet, you mind your business… but why do you like being around me? I only feed you dick and wings.”
She laughed. “Because I like free dick and wings on a random weekday.”
I chuckled. “Fair enough.”
At that moment, my receptionist walked in after one knock. I frowned, but I saw the urgency in her eyes.
“I’m sorry for busting in. I know you’re on lunch, but Milan is on her way back here. I told her no, but she’s giving me a hard time,” she said nervously.
“I sure am,” my ex, Milan, said, walking in already full of venom.
I stood up, not expecting her, but she was always in my space at the wrong time.
“What’s up, V Saint? She part of the application process?”
I frowned. “Mind your business.”
“I’m just curious how you got a different bitch every week but been stuck on the same woman for a decade.”
I looked at Nia because she was clearly looking at me, confused.
“Can you step out for a second? Don’t leave,” I told her.
“Sure.” She smiled.
“You look familiar. You be with that girl Sade, huh?” Milan asked Nia, but I cut her short.
