Page 73 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

Trinity got quiet for a second. “Okay…yeah. That does sound a little fishy. But why do you feel like they have something going on?”

I sighed and flipped my visor down, checking myself in the mirror.

“Just the way he looks at her. And vice versa, bitch.”

I grabbed my lip gloss and leaned closer to the mirror, putting some more on.

“Like, she’s a bigger girl. She has a lot more ass and titties than me, and I don’t know. He just looks at her…differently.”

“Okay, so what?” Trinity said. “You have the man, and you’re at his house more than your own. You practically live there. You barely ever have to go in your wallet. He buys you clothes, shoes, whatever you want, whatever you need, and he takes you on trips. Girl, who gives a damn if he’s making googly eyes at some big bitch?”

I laughed and shook my head. “You know what? You’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“But what I am a little confused about is why I see his car sitting out here.”

“At the studio?” She said it like I was slow. “I mean, that’s not uncommon, Ginger. He’s a singer.”

I sucked my teeth.

“I know that girl. Shut the hell up. I’m talking about he didn’t tell me that he was having a session today.” I looked over at his car again through my windshield.

“Sis…that man ain’t going nowhere, and you need to stop tripping on him too. Remember what happened last time when y’all were in that fake relationship? He was ready to end the contract because you were overdoing it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thank you for reminding me.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“So, if you wanna keep him, you gotta fall back a lil’ more, sis. You know me and Montreal have been married for almost seven years now, so I know a little thing or two.” She snickered.

I sighed again and looked toward the entrance.

There were already paparazzi standing outside near the doors. A few of them had noticed my car, and cameras were starting to turn in my direction.

“Girl, you’re right. But let me get out and pose for these pictures real quick. I’m already a little late to my studio session, and I do not want to hear Derez’s mouth.”

“Alright, but Gin?”

“What?”

“Don’t be that man’s headache. A man like Ozy probably does not like all that nagging and checking up on him.”

I rolled my eyes hard. “Shut up. You don’t know what the hell my man needs.”

Trinity laughed. “I’m not checking for him, and you know that. Loosen up and lighten up a little bit. You’re Ginger Maree. That man knows exactly what he has. The biggest, hottest, most talked-about Grammy Award-winning pop singer out right now.”

I smiled at myself in the mirror.

“He better recognize.”

“There you go.”

“But for real, let me call you back a little bit later.”

“Alright, girl. Go make some hits.”