Page 37 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“Shut the fuck up,” I told him.

Paisley stepped between us before he could say anything back.

“I told him we could take them to the park s-so I picked him up….we were heading there, and then I realized I forgot the extra pull-ups and wipes. And Summer spilled juice all over her dress…so I had to change her clothes.”

She held the pack up. “He came inside with me while I grabbed everything so he could use the bathroom. I swear that’s all.”

I looked at Rah.

“Then how the fuck did you end up in my bedroom?”

Paisley’s brows pulled together. She looked at him too. “Wait. Why were you in his bedroom?”

“I was looking for the bathroom.”

“There’s several bathrooms, Rah, and I pointed to one before I went into the kids’ room.”

“I ain’t know that.” I knew his ass was lying.

“Then you could’ve asked me,” Pais responded.

“I ain’t know where you went.”

“I told you I was grabbing his stuff!”

“Man, whatever. Can we go?”

Rah stared at me and I stared right back, then tucked my gun into my waistband.

His jaw clenched. “You always been on some tough-guy shit.”

“You beat women, nigga. Fuck is you talking ’bout?”

“PB!” Paisley snapped.

I ain’t look at her.

Rah laughed under his breath.

Wrong fucking thing to do.

I stepped around Paisley, and he took one step back.

“Laugh again.”

His face changed.

“Go ahead. Since shit funny.”

“Aight, bruh. Damn.” He turned and started toward the stairs and I walked behind him the entire way.

When we got to the door, Rah looked at Paisley.

“You taking me back to my spot?”

She sighed. “Yes. Just give me a second.”

“Nah.”