Page 49 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“So, what are we eating tomorrow?”

“Boy…” I laughed. “I said I’ll think about it. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Italian?”

“Mmm…There’s this little Italian spot by my office. If I decide to go, we can try that.”

He proceeded to rub his hands together playfully, and I shook my head, smiling.

Ozy and I started walking back toward Nourah’s car with the paparazzi still snapping, flashes going off in my face so bad I had to put my hand up.

“Aye.” Ozy turned around and put his hand out. “I’m with my friend. I don’t want my picture taken right now, bruh.”

And just like that, they stopped, apologized, lowered their cameras, and started scattering.

“Oh, I’m your friend now?” I looked up at him. “And why did you even come to Waffle House and not order anything? Y’all were just parking lot pimping?”

He laughed. “We already ordered. The food’s in the black truck.” He tilted his head. “But what’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You ran off, turned the job down, then called Opal and told her you wanted it after all.” He shrugged, watching me. “What changed?”

I stopped walking.

“Listen. I’m not trying to get too much into my business, but I lost my job. And I really need something for me and my—” I caught myself. “I mean, I need something stable for myself.”

He nodded.

I can’t believe you almost slipped up and told him. Bitch, it’s the liquor… But maybe that was for a reason. Maybe you should just… say it.

No… not right now. Not in front of all these people. There’s too much going on right now.

“Cool. I understand.”

A few moments of silence passed, then he smiled, looking down at me.

“You know you’re pretty as hell, right?”

“You told me that before, then you fucked me and stopped talking to me.” I folded my arms. “So, I don’t know if I really wanna hear that compliment from you right now.”

“That’s not what happened.”

His whole face changed, and for a second, he just looked at me before speaking again.

“I was in a deep depression, and I’m really just now being able to climb out of that shit, for real. I would’ve never did you like that.”

“But you did.”

He gave me a look.

“Fine.” I threw my hand up. “I’ll drop it. We ain’t gotta talk about it no more.”

I went to get in the car, and he stopped me.

“Yes?”

“That’s all the conversation I get after all this time?”