Page 78 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

I washed my hands slowly, looking at myself in the mirror.

“She’s lucky I didn’t smack the shit out of her.”

I grabbed a paper towel and dried my hands. Then I stared at my reflection again. My hair was perfect, makeup flawless, outfit expensive, and everything about me screamed star.

And I wasn’t about to let some nanny make me act like I didn’t know who the fuck I was? Absolutely not.

I pulled my lip gloss out and touched up my lips.

“Yup. I’m gonna keep it cute.”

I smacked my lips together and put the gloss back in my bag.

I gave myself one more look in the mirror, pushed my shoulders back, and walked out.

Security fell into step beside me again, and I headed straight back to my session.

For the next two hours, I stayed busy. Derez had a few more songs he wanted to present to me, so I sat there listening, taking notes, changing melodies, arguing about lyrics, and doing what I did best.

Singing.

Every now and then, my mind tried to drift back down that hallway.

I had to figure out a way to get rid of her ass, and for the next couple of days, I was gonna be watching her like a hawk.

We were in the middle of talking and laughing and had gotten down to the last little bit of that Chinese food, sitting in the couch area of his studio, just me and him.

He leaned over and grabbed a napkin.

“You got something on your mouth.”

“Oh my God, I do?”

I went to use my thumb to wipe it, and he said, “Nah, I got it.”

And he wiped my mouth for me.

Which was cute. It was. But I decided to say something.

“Why is it that you felt the need to wipe my mouth for me?”

“Shit. I was just trying to help you out.” He shrugged.

I laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder as I set my bowl and spoon down on the table. Then I pulled my feet up underneath me, so I was sitting on them.

“That’s a problem?” he asked, smirking a little before taking a bite of his house special fried rice.

“You know you shouldn’t be wiping off my mouth, Ozy. Your girl was just tripping.” I tilted my head. “Matter of fact, she trips every time she sees me.”

“Yeah. And that’s probably not gonna change.”

I looked at him, confused.

“So, you’re just okay with her popping off all the time? Always upset, jealous? Like, that don’t get tiring sometimes?”

“I mean, it does. But me and her both got our own shit going on. I don’t be paying her ass no mind.”

“Well, that’s probably the reason why she’s doing the things that she’s doing. Because you’re not paying her any mind.”