Page 27 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“Because… Like I said, you don’t know how much this means to me that you’re actually here right now. You could be anywhere in the world, and you took time to come here.”

He continued looking at me without saying anything.

“I had to sneak away a few times to shed a few tears,” I admitted. “I thought you were asleep by now, though.”

I smirked and placed my hand on my hip.

“I was sleep, but then King ended up calling me.”

I laughed a little. “Why is he up? It’s past his bedtime.”

“I know, but he was concerned. He thinks he my daddy.”

The two of us laughed.

King had always been attached to Ozy, but with everything going on, I understood why he wanted to check on him. That little boy had already been through enough, and Ozy was the person he depended on the most.

“I told him I’ll be back in the morning,” Ozy said.

I nodded. “Welllll… since we’re on the topic of King, I do have a question.”

“What’s up?”

“You know, with the whole nanny situation, I do still need that job. But now things have changed with the dynamic of our relationship, so how do you feel about me continuing to work for you?”

Ozy paused for a moment. His fingers moved over the hair on his chin as he thought about it.

“You sure you wanna keep working for me? You ain’t got to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I really do like being his nanny, and the money is good. I know it was only temporary for three months, but I would like to at least fulfill my duties.”

“Let me think on that, and I’ll get back to you on it.”

My eyebrows pulled together. “Why do you have to think about it?”

“Like you said, things have changed between us. You’re not just a worker. You’re the mother of my child.”

A smile slowly spread across my face.

“I am, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you a fine-ass MILF.” His eyes moved over my body. “Whole time, I was trying to figure out how you had gotten even thicker than you were before. Now I know.”

Heat rushed into my cheeks, and I looked away from him. I reached forward and playfully pushed his chest, forgetting about my fingers. I winced a little and put my hand down.

“Boy, I am not that thick.”

Ozy made a face and looked down at my body again.

“Shiiit.”

We both laughed, but before either one of us could say anything else, my mother’s bedroom door opened.

She poked her head into the hallway and squinted at both of us.

“I know y’all are not making all that noise in my hallway. Go on and sit down somewhere.”

Ozy immediately straightened up.