Page 12 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

"See, it's you saying stuff like that that makes me wanna fuck you in the first place," she said. "Don't act like we ain't never had good sex. We used to have the best sex, fucking all night, sweating till the sun came up, coming back to back. You don't miss that?"

I leaned my lower back against the counter, crossed my arms, and just looked at her.

"It ain't about missing it. I’m not dickin' you down ‘cause yo’ ass be actin’ crazy behind this dick."

She laughed and waved me off. "Boy, whatever. You act like it's the best dick in the world."

"I never been subpar, love. Fuck out of here." I laughed with her, then I let it settle a little. "But real talk. Me and you, what we got straight. You my baby mama. We can talk whenever, about whatever. You make sure the kids good, and even when King comes over, you’re always making sure he doesn’t feel left out, and that's the shit I like. I fuck with that. But fucking you, Pais? Nah. That ain't happening."

I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, and she came right behind me the way she always did.

When Pais first moved in with the kids, we were bumping heads every other day. I liked things done a certain way. She thought I was on some control-type shit at first, and after about three months, she figured out I wasn't gon' bend, so she stopped pushing.

Pais ain’t have to lift a finger unless she wanted to. She stayed out my way, and I stayed out hers, and other than her mouth at times, it worked.

I went in the closet, the motion-sensor lights automatically turning on. My closet was bigger than the apartment I grew up in, and it was set up like a store, the way I asked for it: shoes on the back wall behind glass, everything hanging by color, an island in the middle with the watches and cufflinks in it. Pais followed me in and hopped up on the little velvet stool by the mirror and sat there swinging her leg.

"Me and the girls supposed to be going out tonight," she said. "And I need some money for something to wear."

I chuckled while I was flipping through my shirts. "You need to sit yo’ ass down somewhere. You always tryna be in muthafuckas' faces, partying and shit," I kidded.

"Oh, I know Mister I'm-not-jealous ain't talking." She was smirking. I ain't even have to turn around to see it. "You can come too if you want.”

I already knew exactly who she was going out with, and I was good on that.

“Nah.” I shook my head. "Now you know I don't fuck with Shonda hoe ass. Not after that time you convinced me to put her down with one of my boys and she robbed him."

Pais started laughing so hard, and as I turned to walk past her to grab a pair of pants, she was wiping under her eye with the side of her finger. "Boy, she did not rob him. She got what was deserved. She fucked him real good, and you know he not that good-looking. He looks like a thumb, so he should've been coming up off that money in the first place.”

I stopped what I was doing and just stood there looking at her.

"Sound like she got what was due to me."

"Yeah, aight.” I walked out the closet with her behind me.

I placed my clothes on the bed, then stopped at the dresser by my bed and pulled a roll out the top drawer, peeling her off enough for the dress, the shoes, and whatever else she was gon' say she needed. She took it and thumbed through it real quick before grinning.

"Thanks, baby daddy."

I didn’t even say shit. I turned to walk off, but she caught my hand and quickly pushed me back onto the edge of the bed.

She stood between my knees, looking down at me. "You act like I don't be seeing you look at me when I be walking around here with my panties on."

"Why the fuck wouldn't I look? You look good, Paisley. And you just reminded me; you do need to stop walking around here in your bra and panties and shit."

She giggled and put her hands on my shoulders. "Why? The kids be sleep, and I promise I'm not gon' trip. I'm not gon' be jealous, and I'm not gon' come at you no kind of way about what you doing, who you with, where you going, none of that. Just let me get one last test drive."

I ain't say nothing. That was my mistake, because she took it as a yes and climbed up on that bed and swung her leg over me. Right when she got settled, my phone went off on the comforter beside me.

I laughed and looked over at it. "Saved by the fucking bell, shawty."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

I picked the phone up and saw my brother’s name across the screen. I put my hand on Pais’ hip and moved her off me.

“What’s up? Happy birthday, big bruh! Yo old ass halfway to Costa Rica by now?”

“Nah…” He sighed. “Plans changed. I ain’t in the mood for none of that shit today. Plus, Gin was trippin’, tryna fight the stewardess. Stupid shit. But I need to holla at you, bruh. You busy?”