Page 67 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“PB…”

“Nah, look how we met, Paisley. You wanted to fuck with somebody who was connected to Ozy Love. You wasn’t looking for a husband. You weren’t looking for nobody to spend the rest of your life with, grow with, or any of that shit. You were literally trying to be on the come up and fuck and suck on anybody who was related to or hung around my brother. Be real. Keep it a buck.”

I shook my head and swallowed the lump in my throat, and before I knew it, I was crying.

“See.” He sighed. “This is what I didn’t want…for you to start crying. I’m just being honest. You know how I am.”

I wiped my face with my forearm and turned away.

“Whatever, PB. I’m done with this conversation.”

I went to walk off, and he followed me all the way to my room. I tried to close the door in his face, and he pushed it right back open.

“Really? You said you wanted to have this conversation. Why the fuck are you walking away?”

“I’m done with it!” My voice went up. “I’m done trying. I’m gonna move like you said. You don’t want me here. Fuck it. I’m gonna go.”

I went straight to my closet, pulled down a duffel bag, threw it on the bed, and started grabbing anything I could reach.

“Paisley.”

His voice was calm. I didn’t turn around, though.

Then he was pulling me to him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I felt him resting his chin on top of my head.

“Come here, man.” He tried to turn me around in his arms, but I pulled away from him, turned around, and took a few steps back before looking at him.

“No.” I sniffled. “I don’t want you to hug me. I don’t want you touching me like you want me if you don’t.”

“Pais…you and I are not meant to be together. I love us just coparenting without all the drama…we’re literally family. We have to be in each other’s lives for the next eighteen years. Why can’t it just be that?”

“Because I don’t want it to be just that, Princeton!”

He shook his head.

“I don’t know what else to say to you right now, and I don’t wanna make shit worse, so I’m going to bed.”

“It’s fine,” I whispered.

Princeton stared at me for a few more moments before he turned around and walked out of my room.

I stood there for a long moment with my hands hanging at my sides.

Then I looked at that duffel bag, grabbed it, and threw it as hard as I could. It hit the wall and fell to the floor.

“Fuck!”

“I had fun tonight,” King said.

“Really?” I tucked the blanket under his arm. “There weren’t really any other kids there, though.”

“I know.” He shrugged. “But I still had fun ’cause I got to dress up.”

“That’s true.” I smiled down at him. “You did look cute in your little suit.”

“Thank you.” He said it real polite, then tilted his head up at me. “You looked really pretty in your dress, Miss Noree.”

I put my hand on my chest. “Aww, thank you, King. You are such a sweetie.”