Page 11 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“Mmm… Hey, Ozy. I really have a bone to pick with you.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Me? Why you got a bone to pick with me?”

I pointed toward Noree’s bandaged fingers. “This right here is exactly what I’m talking about. Why was she even fighting your girl to begin with?”

He sighed, wiping his hand down his face. “She ain’t my girl,” he said, shaking his head. “I broke up with her.”

I caught the look that crossed Noree’s face out the corner of my eye, and I knew right then that was news to her too.

“I ain’t saying they should’ve been fighting,” Ozy went on, “but Gin’s ass was doing too fucking much.”

“As long as you know.” I then looked back and forth between the two of them. “So, I heard the cat is finally out of the bag.”

Ozy nodded his head slowly.

“Finally. I was so tired of keeping that secret.” I looked at my sister before turning back to him. “And based on the energy I walked into, it seems like y’all probably already got to talking about all this, but I still need to add my two cents as Oaklynn’s favorite auntie in the whole world.”

Noree shook her head. “Girl, please.”

“No, seriously. You went through hell trying to make ends meet, and the whole time, you were the best fucking mother I have probably ever seen in my life. Seeing you cry and worry about what was next was hard. I’m just glad you don’t have to do it by yourself anymore.”

Noree smiled a little. “Aww, thanks, sissy.”

I smiled too. I was dead serious about what I said. She was a beast with this mother shit, but he had better step right on up.

Ozy rubbed his hands together, looking at me. “I would’ve been there if I knew.”

“I know. I’m not saying you wouldn’t have.”

Noree lowered her eyes to her hands, so I blurted out, “Y’all got cameras in the main house? Run that footage back for Big Mama. Let me see how well my big sis handled Ginger’s ass right quick.”

“Nourah.” Noree laughed.

“What? I still don’t like that bitch after how she insulted my clothes back at that video shoot. She’s just a jealous, evil-spirited-ass bitch.” I looked at Ozy. “And even if you and my sister don’t end up together, I’m glad you left her ass.”

Ozy shook his head and looked down at his phone, laughing a little. I could tell this was probably a lot for him. Hell, I understood a hundred percent.

“Okay,” Noree said. “That’s enough damn talking.”

We heard the front door open and close. A few seconds later, PB walked in with a woman behind him.

I didn’t wanna stare, but I gave ol’ girl a quick lil’ one-two, looking her up and down, but not in a rude way. My first thought was that she was probably his baby mama.

It got a little awkward and quiet for whatever reason.

“I didn’t know you were here,” PB said. “Give me a hug, love.”

I smiled and got up, and he gave me a real hug, not one of them one-arm side hugs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his resting on my waist, and then he kissed my cheek.

The woman cleared her throat.

He pulled back. “Paisley, this is my friend Nourah.”

I held my hand out for her to shake, and he kept going.

“Nourah, this my baby mama, Paisley.”

She took my hand apprehensively and gave me a little smile that didn’t look the least bit real.