Page 80 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

He ain’t say nothing to that.

He just came walking back over with two shots and took a seat on the arm of the sofa.

I looked at that cup, then up at him.

“Boy, you know I don’t drink brown.”

“Oh, shit. I forgot.”

“You know what? It’s cool.” I accepted it anyway. “Cheers to us creating bomb music. We sound amazing together. Cheers to more songs, more life, more money, more opportunities. And more connections.”

“Oh, shit.” He grinned. “I like that one.”

We clinked our cups and took the shots.

The burn went down my chest like fire, and I shook my head hard.

“Yeah. Now I see why I don’t ever drink brown. It tastes like liquid death.”

“You just a big-ass baby. It’s not even that bad.”

“Whatever.”

I got up off the sofa and stretched, arms all the way over my head. My eyes were closed for a moment as I inhaled and exhaled.

“You tired?”

“A little bit. But I’ll be alright.” I let my arms drop.

He smiled a little.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I said it before but…I really love the way that you are with King.”

That got me. I smiled too.

“I can say the same. I know we still don’t really know as much about each other but seeing you stepping into the role as an uncle slash father figure for him is honestly amazing to see. And I think that once he gets older, he will forever cherish the relationship that y’all have.” I was talking with my hands now. “I love y’all cute little handshakes and just how you talk to him and speak life into him. Like, I love it.”

“Damn. I appreciate that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m trying my hardest. This shit is new for me. I don’t know much about being in a father figure role, but⁠—”

“No. You’re not trying. You’re actually doing it.” I put my hand up. “So high five.”

He looked at me crazy.

“My bad.” I dropped it. “I’ve been hanging around King too long.”

“Yeah, you have.” He stood up. “You want another shot?”

“You know what? Why not.”

He walked back over to fix the drinks and ended up just deciding to bring the whole bottle over to the table.

And then, before I knew it, we were taking shot after shot, just talking and laughing, writing lyrics down in his notepad, listening to more beats. It was an amazing vibe. Just kicking it with each other.

But then I ended up getting hot.

I stood up to take off my cardigan and thank God I brought it because it was definitely cold as hell in his studio when we got there, even though he acted like it wasn’t.