Page 22 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“I’m out of here,” Carl said breathlessly. “You… can… have her.”

“Don’t do that,” I said. “Don’t say that as if I’m just a piece of meat or something. I did nothing wrong in all of this. And now I’m getting pissed off that I was even sitting here venting to him about you. I was telling him how I felt like we needed to have another conversation once we both got out of our feelings. But you know what? Fuck a conversation. Fuck you. Get the fuck out, Carl. I don’t ever wanna see yo ass again. I’ll come drop off the rest of your shit or whatever you left around the house. I’ll put it on your fucking doorstep, nigga. Whatever you got of mine that I left over there, you can throw that shit in the trash. I don’t want anything from you!”

He laughed. “Neither do I. And fuck you too.”

He left, and I slammed the door behind him. PB was holding his knuckles

“Oh my God, let me get you some ice,” I said. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the first thing I saw, a container of frozen ice cream.

He slowly walked in and leaned up against the counter, and I put it to his hand.

“I am so sorry,” I said. “I completely forgot he had a key. I should’ve just opened the door and told him to come back another time or something.”

“It’s cool,” he said. “That nigga hits like a bitch, though.”

We both started laughing.

This day had officially drained my ass, but honestly, I was glad he was here.

By the time we finished eating, I was sitting back in my chair, rubbing my stomach. Miss Carolyn had damn near fed me enough food to last the rest of the day, and I wasn’t complaining. Everything she put in front of me had been good as hell.

My food didn’t even get a chance to settle before we heard Oaklynn start crying from the other room.

The second I heard her, I stopped rubbing my stomach and looked toward the hallway.

I looked over at Noree, and honestly, a nigga felt stuck. I was sure my thoughts showed on my face since Noree gave me a reassuring smile.

“I’m glad she finally woke up.” She pushed her chair back and stood. “It’s showtime.”

She laughed a little, but I couldn’t even fake one. My heart had already started racing.

“I’ll bring her into the living room, so meet me in there. Give me a second. Let me go grab her.”

“Aight.”

Noree walked out of the kitchen while I pushed my chair back slightly.

Miss Carolyn was still moving around the kitchen, cleaning up and putting away whatever food hadn’t been eaten before carrying the dirty plates over to the sink.

When she turned around, she caught me staring toward the hallway.

She smiled.

She didn’t say anything at first, but we shared a look. She looked like a proud grandma and a proud mama who was finally about to see her granddaughter meet her daddy for the first time.

Miss Carolyn walked over to me and patted me on the shoulder.

“You got this.”

Then she turned around and went right back to what she was doing.

I stood and stretched my arms above my head, trying to play it off like I wasn’t nervous as hell. I had performed in front of thousands of people. I had walked onto stages with crowds screaming my name so loudly that I could barely hear the music playing through my earpiece. I had done interviews, award shows, and all kinds of shit without thinking twice about it.

But sitting down to meet my own daughter had my heart beating harder than all of that shit combined.

I left the kitchen and went into the living room. Once I sat down on the couch, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, trying to keep myself busy. I wasn’t really paying attention to any of it, though.

My eyes were moving across the screen, but my mind was down the hallway with Noree and Oaklynn. Every little sound made me look up from my phone.