Page 28 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“Yes, ma’am.”

She disappeared back into her room and closed the door.

Ozy and I looked at each other before we both started snickering. We headed toward the living room.

“You about to get us both in trouble. My mama don’t play about her beauty sleep.”

“Oh, trust me. I already know.”

When we made it into the living room, Ozy sat down on the couch. I sat beside him with one of my legs folded underneath me so I could face him. His arm was stretched across the back of the couch, and I leaned in a little.

“Can I say something else?”

“Yeah.” He looked at me. “You sure got a lot to tell me, huh?”

“I promise it’s not another secret. I told you I was all out of those.”

A brief silence passed between us.

We stared into each other’s eyes, and for a moment, I almost forgot what I was about to say. The way he was looking at me made it hard to think straight. His eyes slowly moved across my face before settling on my eyes again.

“I’m glad you broke up with Ginger,” I finally said.

Ozy chuckled. “Why?”

“Honestly, it has nothing to do with me, if that’s what you were thinking… She just wasn’t right for you. From what I can see, you’re always much happier when she isn’t around. I feel like she was just dead weight.”

He remained quiet, listening to me.

“I didn’t wanna say much about the situation because you said she was there for you during your hard time, but something about that girl ain’t right. She definitely is a little too evil-spirited and jealous for me.”

Ozy chuckled. “Aww, you care about me.”

He reached up, grabbed my cheek, and squeezed it.

I slapped his hand away and looked at him through the slits of my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips.

“No, but seriously, all jokes aside, I do care about you.”

“I care about you too.” His expression changed slightly as he looked at me. “You still ain’t trying to talk about that kiss?”

I was surprised he brought it up, especially right then.

“I mean, what is there to talk about? It was great, but maybe we don’t need to go back down that lane. You see where that got us.”

I playfully pointed toward the room where Oaklynn was now asleep for the night.

Ozy looked in the direction I was pointing before turning back toward me.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“You deflect whenever I try to have any type of conversation that has to do with us.”

“Oh… so there is an us.”

“There isn’t?”