Page 39 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“I don’t care if you stopped for thirty seconds.”

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do. When that nigga bruised your face and had you looking unrecognizable, who went over there and made sure he looked and felt the same fucking way you did?”

She looked away.

I nodded. “Exactly.”

“PB, I know.”

“I pistol-whipped that nigga for you, Pais!”

“I know, okay? You don’t have to talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“I’m talking to you like somebody who just walked into his own bedroom and found a grown-ass man standing in it.”

That shut her up. I took a breath and rubbed my hand over my face.

“Had I pulled that trigger before he turned around, what then?”

She looked down.

“I gave you access to my house because I trust you. Gate access. Alarm code. Everything. That don’t mean everybody attached to you should have access too.”

“You’re right.” Her voice cracked a little.

“Look, Pais. Do what you need to do for your son. But don’t bring that shit back to my doorstep without telling me again.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

I looked at her for another second.

“How many times has he been in here?”

Her brows went up. “What?”

“How many times has that nigga been in my shit, Pais?”

She hesitated.

“Paisley.”

“Twice. But both times were about Junior.”

I laughed and looked away.

“Yo, this shit is un-fucking-believable.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“You ever fucked him in here?”

Her whole body jerked back. “WHY WOULD YOU EVER ASK ME THAT?”

“Answer it.”

“NO! I’m not fucking him! And even if I were, I wouldn’t be doing it in your house!”