Page 57 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“Thank you again,” she said. “All those roses were beautiful, and so was the dress, but we have bigger things to worry about.” She paused and gave me the eye. “Sir, what am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want to do with me.”

Her eyes slowly moved over my face. “There’s a lot I wanna do with you, but that baby mama of yours?” She shook her head. “That bitch is crazy.”

“I agree.”

The amusement left my face as I set my fork down. “I wanna get full custody of Summer.”

Nourah’s ears seemed to perk up as she took another bite of her food.

“Full custody?”

“Yeah. Me and my baby mama have bumped heads plenty of times, and sometimes she acts like she ain’t got good fucking sense. But I never expected her to turn on me…so she’s dead to me.”

“How so?”

“If she wants to talk to me, she’ll have to communicate through my assistant or my uncle. Same thing with pickups and drop-offs. I’m good on her. I don’t wanna talk to her ‘bout shit.”

Nourah slowly nodded as she considered what I had said.

“Are you sure that’s the most logical thing to do?”

“I don’t want to take my baby away from her mama just to be spiteful. That ain’t what this is about. Paisley clearly needs to get some fucking help. Until she does, I don’t trust her to make the right decisions with Summer around.”

I paused and picked up my drink.

“I had movers remove all her shit. She’s at one of my private properties now, but she got a couple of days to figure it out.”

“That’s a lot happening at once.”

“I know, but it needs to happen. I should’ve done it a long time ago.”

I reached across the table and held out my hand.

Nourah stared at my hand for a moment before apprehensively placing hers inside it. I closed my fingers around hers and rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb.

“So…what do you want to happen with us?”

“I want you to be my lady, like I said. I wasn’t just talking out the side of my neck when I called you that.”

A soft smile appeared on her face.

Before she could respond, the bell over the door rang again. We both turned and saw Carl leaving with the same niggas he came with. He gave Nourah one last look on his way out.

She rolled her eyes at him again before turning her attention back to me.

“My main thing is moving too fast. I hate that shit because what if we move fast, and then we regret how fast we moved?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

She studied my face before slowly nodding. “You know what? You’re right about that.”

“I’m willing to take it as slow as you want. I’m ready to go as fast as you want, and I’m ready to go as deep as you want.”

Nourah snatched her hand away from mine and burst out laughing.

“Oooo, you nasty!”