Page 9 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

Ozy Love was standing in front of me looking like he’d seen a ghost.

Hell, so had I.

My baby daddy… the man I’d spent almost two years trying not to think about, which was damn near impossible because I had a little girl at home who looked just like him.

And now he was standing right in front of me.

The same man I’d convinced myself probably used me as some kind of experiment. The famous singer who was used to women falling at his feet and probably found it interesting that the big girl in the room wasn’t.

Except I had liked him. Really liked him.

My eyes started burning.

Nope.

I gathered my things so fast I almost tripped over my own feet trying to get past him.

“Noree.”

I kept walking.

I heard him behind me, but I didn’t stop. I walked straight out of the house and into the hot Atlanta heat, rushing down the steps.

I dug through my purse for my keys. Then it hit me. Valet took my fucking keys.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Noree.”

Ozy caught up to me and grabbed my arm from behind, making me turn around to fully face him as I pulled away.

“What?!”

For a second, neither one of us said anything.

He looked me over slowly, and without thinking, I shifted my purse in front of my stomach. I’d put on some weight since having Oaklynn, and even though I’d gotten more comfortable with my body, something about him looking at me like that had every insecurity rushing back.

“What do you want, Ozy?”

All I wanted was to get in my car and leave.

He kissed his teeth. “You ain’t hear me calling you?”

“I heard you. I just don’t wanna talk to you. I want my car so I can leave.”

His brows pulled together. “Why you actin’ like this?”

I stared at him. “Please… just leave me alone.”

He looked genuinely confused. “Can we at least go back inside and talk?”

“No.”

“Noree.”

“I said no.” I held my ground, then looked away.

He reached up and touched underneath my chin, trying to get me to look at him.