Page 44 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

A guy at the bar would not leave me alone, but I wasn’t sure if he was musty because he didn’t take a bath or musty because he didn’t give a damn about putting on deodorant. But either way, that man was musty, and he kept trying to lean in close every time he talked to me.

He wasn’t bad looking, but I couldn’t get past that, and I wasn’t interested anyway. I wasn’t looking to date. I was just here to support my girl and keep my mind off of things. Right before we headed out, I ended up getting all of the necessary paperwork from Opal.

I had to read it thoroughly several times before signing it, all while I was trying to do my makeup and get ready, but things were official, and I’d be moving in within the next three days.

Now back to ol’ dude. I was being nice, just giving him short answers and turning my body away, hoping he’d take the hint, but he hadn’t.

“Your smile is real pretty,” he said, and I could smell whatever he’d eaten for lunch coming straight at me.

“Thank you,” I said real tight, and took a sip of my drink just to have something to do besides look at him.

That’s when Veronica came rushing over with that look on her face that meant she had something to say.

“I’m sorry about that, y’all,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “They were supposed to have our section ready, but come to find out…” She paused for dramatic effect. “Ozy Love is outside, so they gave him the bigger section, and we’ll actually end up having a section next to his.”

My eyes went big. Like, real big. I was holding my drink up to my lips, and I just spit that whole thing out. Straight up, just spit it back into the glass.

“Girl, what happened?” Veronica was looking at me like I was crazy.

“Oh, I just drank it too fast or something,” I said, waving my hand like it was nothing. “You know how it is.”

But my palms were already getting sweaty.

Veronica’s other friends were somewhere off doing their own thing, throwing money on the strippers and having the time of their lives.

“Can I have your number?” the guy started to ask, but my sister shut it down immediately.

“Boy, fuck no. She’s not interested. Can’t you take a hint!” Nourah then leaned into me and said, “Is that his ass musty like that, smelling like a Whopper burger with extra onions?”

I snickered. “Girl, yes.”

“Okay, here comes the waitress now,” Veronica said.

The waitress walked over and advised Veronica to follow her. Me and Nourah trailed behind, heading to the VIP section.

We were given wristbands and let through the velvet rope. We were about to sit down in the section when I started hearing it, a whole commotion coming from somewhere in the club.

Everybody’s head turned. Everybody. It was like somebody flipped a switch and the whole room was looking in one direction.

The cameras started flashing. Security was moving people out the way like they were parting the Red Sea.

Ozy Love, PB, and a whole entourage of people around them, both men and women, pushed through. They were heading straight to the VIP section right next to ours, just like Veronica said they would be. I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling like I was about to have to throw up. How embarrassing was it to have just run off from him yesterday, only to be forced to be in the same vicinity days before having to move into his house?

Nourah leaned over to me. “You good, sis?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said, but I wasn’t even convincing myself. “But I really gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.”

We both got up, put our cups down, and excused ourselves real quick.

“Cool, y’all go ahead. They’ll be bringing the bottles soon,” Veronica said.

I was moving fast through that crowd, trying to get away before he could notice me or before my legs could give out.

When I got to the bathroom, I walked straight to the sink and put my hands on that counter.

“How?” I said out loud, my voice all shaky. “Why do I keep bumping into this man?”