Page 11 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

I blinked fast, refusing to cry. When I glanced in the rearview mirror, Ozy was still standing there watching me leave.

Turn around.

My foot eased off the gas.

Girl just tell him! Tell him about Oaklynn.

My foot hovered for another second.

Then I pressed the gas.

No…not like this.

Iwalked into the kitchen fresh out the shower and was thirstier than a muthafucka. My chef whipped up breakfast just right, and because I had a busy day, right after I ate, I hopped in the shower, making sure to put a little pep in my step so I wouldn’t be late to where the fuck I had to go. But I realized after the fact that I hadn’t even taken a sip of water.

Pais was standing at the island, pecking away at her phone, but the second she saw me, she tried to play it off and place her phone face down on the counter.

Pais never put her phone down unless she didn't want it to light up in front of me, and I already told her ass she ain’t have to do all that around me.

"You still fucking that nigga?" I asked her, getting to the point.

She smacked her lips and crossed her arms under her chest, giving me a look.

"No, PB. I'm not. I'm just tryna make arrangements to take my baby over there to see his daddy every once in a while. You already know this."

"But is you letting him touch you?"

She shook her head slow. "No. I'm not. Why would I still be trying to fuck around with him when I'm living here with you?”

I gave her a long look. She held it too, didn't blink, didn't flinch, and I still couldn't tell you why I asked.

"Yeah, aight," I said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and downing it while she kept her eyes on me.

I walked on out the kitchen after tossing the now-empty water bottle into the trash.

I went upstairs, back to my bathroom, to grab my phone, checking to make sure I didn’t miss out on any money. My assistant Bridget was fire. Couldn’t get shit past her, but just in case, I always double and triple checked my emails.

I could feel Pais behind me before I saw her in the mirror, leaning up on the doorframe with her arms still folded, one bare foot on top of the other. She chuckled at me.

"So, you call yourself being jealous or something?"

I looked back at her over my shoulder. "Nah. But that's your problem. You want me to be jealous, but that ain't never gon' happen. He could never be me. You and I both know that shit."

She smirked and pushed off the doorframe, and I watched her come across the tile in the mirror. She wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Yeah. You right. He could never be you."

Then she spun me around by my hips, and I looked down at her. "Aye, what you got going on, Pais?"

She was already bending down slow, hands sliding down my chest, eyes on mine the whole time. "I'm trying to please you. I mean, I been living with you rent-free for what, almost two years now? You make sure Summer and her brother are good. It's about time for you to start letting me do something for you.”

I caught her by the wrist and pulled her right back up off the floor. She sucked her teeth at me and snatched her hand back.

"Really, Princeton? I can't suck your dick?"

"You know me, and you know I ain't on that type of time. I don't got no problem taking care of y'all. I wanna make sure y'all good at all times. And after the shit that fuck nigga pulled, I don't want you around him unless you dropping Rah Jr. off.”

She rolled her eyes hard.