Page 64 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“Nourah, this isn’t a conversation I want to have with you over the phone.”

“No. Fuck that. You better have it with me right now!”

“Baby, just let me explain.”

“Then explain!”

He exhaled hard. “This is not how I wanted you to find out.”

Everything in my body dropped.

“Oh.” My voice cracked. “So you were asking another bitch to marry you?”

“No, it’s not that simple. Nourah, please just listen to me.”

“You know what, Carl? Get the fuck off my phone and don’t ever call me again.”

Click.

I hung up and stood there with my chest going up and down.

My phone started ringing again almost immediately. It was the Unknown Number again. I declined it, and when it rang right back, I declined that shit too and blocked the number.

Nope.

I was done.

And honestly, I ain’t even care to go to this damn event with PB anymore, but I didn’t wanna let him down. I was damn near shaking. I’d wasted so much time with this man, and now he was basically telling me I wasn’t delusional. I had, in fact, heard what I heard.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Okay, girl. Get it together. Get it together. Get it together. You got this. Get it together.”

I said it to myself over and over, inhaling and exhaling as I took a couple steps toward the front door. I stood there for a few moments, long enough for him to knock again.

Then I opened it and put on a fake smile. PB was standing there holding a bouquet of red roses.

And he looked amazing in his suit. Like, I had never seen him so dressed up, and he looked so cute, like a groom on top of a wedding cake. His braids were freshly done. His jewelry was iced out but not doing too much. His Cartier links were sitting just right, his earrings, just everything about him screaming…sexy.

“Hey,” I said.

And immediately, I could tell he sensed it.

“What’s wrong?”

I looked down at my shoes. “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing. What’s up?”

I sighed. “It’s just that I finally got that call from my boyfriend... well, my ex now, since I’m a hundred percent done with his ass.”

“Damn.” He shifted the flowers to his other hand. “I’m sorry, love. There was a slight pause. “Well, look. If you don’t wanna go anymore––.”

“No. It’s okay.”

I accepted the flowers. They were beautiful. I brought them up to my nose and smelled them, and something in me settled just a little bit.

“I would love to still accompany you to your event, PB.”