Page 64 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

He gave me a small smile. “Thank you.”

I nodded as he gave me one last look before walking away.

Once he was gone, I looked up at the ceiling and silently mouthed, “Thank you.”

Rah Jr. was running around the living room, playing with his toys. I was glad he was feeling better, but me? I was still livid.

Boxes filled with my things sat off to the side, and I shook my head. The movers could’ve at least put them in the garage, but I guess that wouldn’t have made much sense, huh? He had told me I only had a few days to stay here.

What a fucking joke.

I watched my baby for a few seconds before stepping onto the back patio.

I pulled the door almost completely shut, leaving it cracked just enough for me to hear my baby if he called for me. I wasn’t sure if PB had this place bugged, and I damn sure didn’t need any cameras recording me or his security listening to what I was about to say.

I had thought long and hard about this shit. I had been up for most of the night, staring at the ceiling while everything he had done replayed in my head.

He had some fucking nerve treating me like I was nothing.

PB wasn’t the same nigga he used to be. Somewhere along the way, he had changed.

Yeah, he took care of me, but whoop-de-doo. I could take care of myself if I wanted to.

And yeah, I might’ve been dead-ass wrong for shooting at him, but I had been heated. I was pissed, and in that moment, I wasn’t thinking clearly. But for him to turn around and tell me he was going after full custody of Summer?

That shit wasn’t about to fucking fly with me.

I looked through the small opening in the patio door to make sure Rah Jr. was still playing before scrolling through my contacts and stopping on his daddy’s name.

Rah and I hadn’t spoken much since he and PB had gotten into it. He was still pissed about everything that had happened, even though none of it had been my fault. All I had been trying to do that day was make sure he and his son stayed connected. I had picked him up so we could take Rah Jr. to the park and have a good day.

Everything that happened in between wasn’t intentional. I hadn’t been trying to hurt PB or stir up more shit between him and Rah, knowing they already couldn’t stand each other.

Either way, I had something for PB’s ass now.

I pressed Rah’s name and brought the phone to my ear. It rang until his voicemail picked up.

“Of fucking course.”

I ended the call and tapped my phone against my thigh, becoming more irritated by the second. I called him again, and this time, he answered on damn near the last ring.

“What?” he answered.

I rolled my eyes. “So, you can’t answer the fucking phone?”

“Paisley, what do you want?”

“No, better yet, you can’t pick up the phone and call to check on your fucking son? He was under the weather. I had to take him to the hospital…but you wouldn’t know that because you never call.”

“Man, I’m not trying to hear none of that shit. What do you want Pais?”

My jaw tightened, and I decided to get straight to the point.

“I want to offer you some money.”

“Money for what?”

“Will you just shut the fuck up and let me talk?”