Page 46 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“That nanny position I was applying for? I got it. But come to find out, I’ll be the nanny for his nephew.”

“Damn…working for your baby daddy though? Oh shit.”

“I know.”

“So have you told him yet?”

“No. I have to figure out how or when.”

Veronica shook her head. “Girl, that is complicated as hell. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with any of this.”

Nourah was standing behind her. “Yeah, me too.”

I rolled my eyes at them both, but I was smiling a little.

“Y’all shut up,” I said. “Let’s get back to the party because it’s your birthday. Let’s turn up. Let’s have a good time.”

“Girl, I don’t know how you gon’ have a good time,” Veronica said, smoothing her dress. “I guess y’all about to be making googly eyes at each other again.”

“Girl, you already know they are,” Nourah said, and they both cracked up.

I went and stood in front of the mirror for one more second.

My makeup was still good. My hair was still laid. But my eyes looked nervous, and my stomach was all twisted up in knots. I took one more deep breath, smoothed down my dress, and turned to head back out.

Girl just relax!

Veronica, my sister, and I had a good ass time at the club. Even though I could tell my sister was a little uneasy, she still pushed through.

She and Ozy for sure ended up making eyes at each other all night, just like me and PB. But I wasn’t even trying to take it there with him, because whether Carl and I were on good terms or not, I still hadn’t talked to him, so until I figured out what was going on, I was still in a relationship.

We pulled up to a Waffle House we typically didn’t go to because it was closer to where Veronica had allegedly parked. She ain’t wanna pay for valet at the strip club, so she said she parked somewhere on the street. Her other friends had ridden together, so they didn’t know where her car was either. After riding around looking for it and getting nowhere, we eventually gave up.

My mouth was salivating at the thought of grits, hash browns, sausage, eggs, bacon, and waffles.

Ooh, I was ready to fuck it up, but there was a big crowd outside.

At first, I was pissed because I thought they were fighting, and I was like, damn, I just want some food. But then once the crowd kind of separated a little bit, we saw the culprits.

Fucking PB and Ozy.

Everybody was surrounding them. Security was everywhere. It looked like a music video shoot.

Veronica was in the back knocked out, slobbering and snoring and then I looked over at Noree. She looked like she was out of it. She started yawning a little bit.

“Girl, let me run up here and order my food while everybody’s in Ozy Love’s face. Hopefully it stays that way so I can just order, grab the food, and go.”

She looked back and sighed.

“It’s a lot of people over there. I don’t want you walking up there by yourself, so I’ll walk with you. But if the wait is too long, can we just go? Because I am dog tired and I had a long, eventful day.”

“Oh, trust me. I know, and yeah, that’s cool.”

We got out, and of course some guys were whistling at us, trying to holla, but we ignored them and made a beeline straight forward.

The order window line wasn’t even that long. Only about three people in front of us, surprisingly.

I tapped my foot, looking at the time on my phone as the line moved along.