Page 48 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“Okay. Well, it sounds like both of us have important things to do.”

“Yeah. But not all day. So don’t even try to back out of it.”

I laughed. “Okay, cool. You got me.”

“What is it that you like to do for fun?”

“Well, I don’t really get to do much. I’m a workaholic.” I shrugged. “A cute one at that.”

“That you are,” he agreed, smiling.

I looked up at him. “You never did tell me what’s so complicated about your situation.”

He looked away for a moment and put his hands in his pockets.

“My baby mama lives with me.”

“Oh, HELLLLL no.”

He chuckled a little. “Yeah. I was expecting that response.”

“Well, are y’all fucking?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Oh. So, you are sleeping with her, but trying to take me on a date? And knowing that I have a man?” I put my hand on my hip. “Seems like you need to be putting your interest in her, no?”

“No. I’m not interested in her in that way.” He shook his head. “Honestly, after that night at Waffle House when I had to leave to go make sure her and my daughter was straight, I moved her in because I wanted them to be safe and under my roof. That’s it. That’s all.”

“No. That’s not it. And that’s not all.” I crossed my arms. “If you’re sleeping with her, clearly there’s something there. Why don’t you try to be a family with her?”

“It only happened once and we were never on that type of time. We’ve always had a situationship. Just fucking around here and there. So that family shit is out the window. Because if and when I do plan to settle down, it won’t be with her.”

“Damn.” I raised my eyebrows. “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“No. I’m real as fuck.”

“Well, I appreciate you for being real. But about this little date…”

“Nah. It’s not a little date. It’s a big date.” He shook his head.

“Ain’t shit little over here. We do big shit all day, mama.”

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Biggs.” I laughed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Eventually, you’ll get hungry. Why don’t you let me feed you?”

“Are you always this persistent?”

“Yeah. Always, love.”

My phone buzzed in my hand with a text saying my food was ready.

The two of us headed back over to that window, him walking beside me the whole way, keeping himself between me and the crowd, making sure I was good. I grabbed our food, the condiments, all of that, then we headed back over to the car, and he pulled me in for a hug.

I went to get in, and he grabbed my arm. I turned around with my eyebrows raised.

“What’s up?”