Page 32 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

Then I sat up and looked at him while on my knees with my feet tucked under me. “I mean, I really want to, but…”

He dropped his pants, and that big-ass dick popped out, making me suck those words right back up.

“But what?” he asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Nothing… fuck it.”

I crawled over to him as he stepped out of his pants and tossed them to the floor before grabbing a condom.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

I jumped, but PB didn’t even flinch.

It was late, and nobody needed to be at my spot right now. I sighed, horny as hell, and went to grab my robe.

“Carl’s ass better not have come back,” I mumbled, but PB slipped on his pants.

“Nah, you stay here.” That made my pussy throb even more. I loved a man in that sexy-ass protective mode. “I’ma make sure he didn’t.”

Reaching for his Mousekatool, he left my room, and I sat down on the bed.

A few short moments later, I heard the locks, then him say, “Pais, what the fuck?”

POW! POW!

“Ahhh!” I screamed, getting down, not knowing what the fuck was going on.

I heard a lot of shuffling, and he yelled, “Bitch, you tryna kill me?”

More shuffling followed, sounding like shit was getting knocked over. Several heavy footsteps rushed into my apartment.

“Drop it!” I heard an unfamiliar voice shout.

I ran over to my bed, reached for my gun under my mattress, and ran over to my bedroom door. I poked my head out, and when I couldn’t see anything from my room, I headed slowly down the hallway with the gun at my waist.

“You fucked her… didn’t you?” Paisley sobbed. “I fucking hate you! Why couldn’t you just do right by me, Princeton?”

“Aye, chill the fuck out!” PB shouted.

When I rounded the corner, two men dressed in black had Paisley pinned to the floor. One of them had her arms secured behind her back while the other picked up the gun.

I didn’t know who the hell they were or where they had come from until one of them looked at PB.

“Sorry, boss. We escorted her to and from the hospital like you instructed, but we had no idea she was armed. She said you were expecting her, and we should’ve confirmed that with you before letting her through.”

PB looked at his security for a long moment, then replied, “Where’s her son?”

“Safe and sound in the car, sir.”

The security guards lifted Paisley from the floor while she continued kicking and screaming.

She looked me dead in the eyes, her face full of tears, and said, “You won…” She sniffled. “Fuck it… you won.”

“Get her downstairs,” PB ordered. “Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

They dragged Paisley toward the stairs while she continued sobbing.