Page 56 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

I watched Nourah open her plastic silverware.

“I’m glad to see you smiling and happy.” I said.

“I mean, that’s just how I am in general.”

“I know, but given the circumstances and all the shit that happened the other night… I’m glad to see it.” I paused before asking, “Did the police ever come to your door?”

“Yeah. They knocked on every door on my floor.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged as she pulled out her fork and stuck it into her food. “I told them I overheard some of the noise but didn’t know what happened. They took my statement, and that was it.”

“Cool.” I leaned back in my chair. “Well…I’m glad you came.”

“I’m glad I came too. I won’t front, whatever this is between us feels different. I like you, and it sucks that you have all this drama going on because, honestly, if your baby mama hadn’t shown up, we probably would’ve had sex.”

A laugh left me. “Not probably. I was definitely about to fuck the shit out of you.”

Her eyes locked with mine, and neither of us said anything for a few seconds. That same tension returned, filling the space between us as she stared at me from across the table.

Nourah finally broke eye contact and looked down at her food. She tore off a piece of pork chop, scooped up some rice, and put both into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly. “A likely story.”

“You know damn well I’m telling the truth.”

She smiled but didn’t respond.

We both started eating, allowing a comfortable silence to fall between us. The bell above the restaurant door eventually chimed, and we turned to see who had walked in. Nourah’s entire expression changed.

She rolled her eyes.

I saw Carl entering with some niggas, laughing and talking. They all looked nerdy as fuck. Him and Nourah made eye contact for a moment, but both of them quickly looked away.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Damn. You brought your new nigga to the same spot you used to eat at with your old nigga?”

Nourah burst out laughing. “First of all, you ain’t my man yet. And don’t think I forgot about you calling me your lady over there.”

“I had to let ol’ girl know what time it was.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She shook her head before glancing toward Carl again. “But yeah, we’ve been here a few times. I didn’t expect to see him, though, so that’s my bad. I really just had a craving for pork chops, and this is the best in town.”

I chewed my food and swallowed before nodding. “I ain’t gonna lie. This shit is bussin’.”

“Exactly. Your girl has good taste.”

“I thought I wasn’t your man yet.”

“You’re not.”

“But you just called yourself my girl.”

Her lips pressed together as she tried not to smile. “Anyway…”

I chuckled as she reached for her lemonade.