Page 72 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

As soon as he hit play, our voices came through the speakers together. I watched Noree’s face while she listened.

She was smiling.

“I remember some of the lyrics,” she said.

“Hold on. Let me grab my book.”

I went over to the corner where I kept my notebook with all my lyrics, dates, notes, and random shit I’d scribbled down over the months. I flipped through it until I found the page, then held it out to her.

She smiled. “Thank you.”

I pulled out my phone and texted my brother real quick.

ME: yo you cool with coming to pick up King for a lil bit

His response came fast.

PB: Yeah, I got him. I can take Summer and King to the movies or something.

ME: bet good looking out bruh

I put my phone away and looked over at Noree. She was standing beside me, studying the lyrics with this little smile on her face.

And there went that shit in my chest again.

That pull.

Yeah.

This was about to get real complicated.

“Girl, I’m telling you, I’m so sick and tired of feeling like I gotta fight for my fucking love with Ozy.”

Trinity laughed a little on the other end of the phone.

“Girl, what are you talking about?”

I turned into the massive parking lot of the studio and slowed down, looking around. It wasn’t as packed as it normally was. There were maybe twenty cars scattered throughout the lot, a couple black trucks, and then…

I squinted. Ozy’s car?

My eyebrows pulled together, but I kept driving until I found a spot closer to the entrance.

“That damn nanny he hired.”

“What about his nanny? I’m confused.”

“Girl, I low-key feel like they have something going on.”

I pulled into the spot and put my car in park.

“What makes you think that?”

“They knew each other from a while back when he had that stupid contest. You remember when our manager was pretty much trying to get Ozy to shoot that documentary and show his fans all the behind-the-scenes shit about his life?”

“Yeah, I remember that.”

“Well, she was one of the girls who won the contest.” I grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and started throwing everything inside that I needed. “What are the fucking odds that she turns up being the nanny of his nephew?”