Page 13 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

My brows rose. I was confused.

I looked over at Pais, who was pouting, then said, “Nah, what’s up?”

“Bruh, Noree showed up at my crib today.”

I sat up straighter. “What? Noree? Why the fuck would she be at your spot?”

And soon as her name came out his mouth, my mind went straight back to that weekend. The Ozy Love Weekend Experience, where I met Nourah, the same woman I always wondered about. If she were good, if a nigga locked her down, if she thought about me.

When Reesie died, we all felt that shit bad, and all I could focus on to get my mind off it was my daughter, my career, Pais, and Rah Jr. By the time the smoke had cleared, so much time had passed, and I ain’t wanna disturb shawty’s life.

"Man," Ozy said, and I could hear him rubbing his hand down his face. "She showed up to fill the position as King’s nanny.”

“Damn…well where she at now?”

He sighed. “Shit, I don’t know for real. She almost fell tryna get away from my ass, and she looked upset. Nigga, if you would’ve seen the way she looked at me… I don’t even know what the fuck I did.”

“Uhhh, hello!” Paisley waved her hand in front of my face.

I looked over at her, then gave her a look before checking my phone for the time.

“I don’t know either, but look, I gotta get dressed and head out. I’ma swing by later and chop it up with you. Cool?”

Ozy agreed, and we ended the call. I went to get up, but Pais pushed me back down.

“Aye, chill, P. I gotta dip.”

“Okay, buuut… you can’t spare ten, maybe fifteen minutes?” She rubbed her hand down my chest, but I shook my head.

“Nah.”

I stood up, and she grabbed a pillow, throwing it at me.

“Whatever, Princeton. I’ll just grab my rose since you wanna be stingy with the dick.”

She climbed off the bed angrily, walking out the room.

A few moments later, I got dressed, grabbed my phones, and headed out.

Ipulled up, and the valet barely had time to get my door open before I was stepping out.

I'd gotten the call less than two hours ago. One of my regular clients had passed my information along because a high-profile client needed a suit tailored. All I was given was measurements, an address, and a room number, so I gathered my things, packed them up, and hopped on the highway with the quickness.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, ma'am." He smiled.

"Oh, can you grab my bag from the trunk, please?"

"Yes, ma'am," the valet responded, giving me another big smile.

I slid my sunglasses up on top of my head and stepped back while he closed the door to my car. I still wasn't used to somebody else driving off in my shit, even if it was only to park it. Especially not this car.

I was now driving a powder pink 2026 Lexus IS 350 F SPORT, because why the hell not? The interior was a beautiful cream with pink accents. I loved the hell out of my new baby.

I had worked too damn hard for it.

A year and a half ago, Bodied By NouNou was nothing but a dream, and now I had a little over 50k followers on Instagram, 100k on Facebook, and I was on a high, that's for sure.