Page 65 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“You sure?”

I nodded, and he gave me a small smile before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

“You look… amazing.”

I smiled. “So do you.”

He reached for my hand. “You ready?”

I exhaled. “I am now.”

I grabbed my purse off the entry table, and we headed out. I locked the door behind me, and there was a whole limousine sitting at the curb waiting on us.

I really felt like royalty.

And I wasn’t about to sit in the house crying or beating myself up for not seeing the signs with Carl. All I wanted was for that man to pop the question, and now it sounded like he’d gone and did it for another woman.

That shit was crazy as hell to me.

I ended up texting my sister to let her know what happened, and she started calling me back to back, but I told her I couldn’t talk since I was in the limousine with PB.

She let me know she was going to the event too because both PB and Ozy wanted the little boy she was the nanny for to be there, so she had to come and make sure he stayed in line.

NOREE: I’ll see you when I get there. I’m so sorry Carl turned out to be a fucking fraud. Smh. You don’t deserve that, sis.

ME: It’s okay. I guess it’s better for me to find out now than to keep wasting more years with his fuck ass.

NOREE: Right!

And for the most part, I put on a fake smile.

But PB made me smile for real.

He made me laugh. I took a lot of pictures. The event was amazing, and I even snuck away for a second to have a sister-to-sister talk with my big sis.

I was glad I still went.

And honestly?

Fuck Carl.

I’d been sitting on the couch in the dark for damn near three hours.

My phone was in my lap, screen brightness turned all the way up. I couldn’t wait for him to walk through the door so I could question his ass. PB had a lot of explaining to do.

I was so goddamn embarrassed when my homegirl Desiree sent me pictures of PB booed up with another woman. They were both dressed up, and I can’t even lie, homegirl was cute as fuck. She had a nice little figure on her and seemed like the type PB typically went for. They were color coordinated, apparently she was his date, and Desiree sent me hella pictures and videos of them laughing, talking, and dancing.

The most embarrassing part was that I had just bragged to her about how I felt like we were finally moving in the right direction, how we had slept together not too long ago, and how I was certain I could finally get him to be a family with me and the kids.

Little did I know I was wrong as hell.

Desiree was at the Business Innovator of the Year ceremony with her husband, so that’s how she even saw all this shit in the first place.

And I knew she probably was judging me. Hell, I would be judging me too because the shit I was saying and the shit he was doing weren’t aligning.

So, I went and looked the event up. The same event he told me nothing about when I saw him leaving the house all dressed up, his stylist putting his clothes together, and the photographer here taking pictures. I legit thought he was going to some type of event for his brother, which is what he normally did.

I never thought he was the one being honored.