Page 66 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“I’m not.”

That was a lie. Rah was never touching a dime of that money.

“That 50k better be in my hand when this shit is over.”

“It will, but I need to know when you can get it done,” I continued.

“When you need it done?”

“Today.” I blurted out.

“Shit…where he at?”

“I have two addresses where I think he might be.”

The first address was for the apartment I had tracked him to, and the second was for that bitch’s little boutique office.

Finding it hadn’t been hard once I put my mind to it. I called the Business Innovator office, pretending I wanted to find the designer who made the dress Nourah wore that night. I mentioned that she was the girlfriend of the honoree and told the receptionist the dress was so gorgeous that I wanted the designer to make my wedding gown and bridesmaids’ dresses.

The receptionist checked the seating list and gave me the full name of PB’s guest. I even asked her to spell it.

Nourah Marcell. Hmm.

With the way the bitch spelled her first name, she popped up almost immediately. From there, I found her business, Bodied By NouNou, and the address listed for custom fittings and local pickups.

“One address is where she stays, and the other is where she works,” I told Rah. “All you have to do is check both. I’m sure he’ll pop up at one of them.”

“What are the addresses?”

“Hold on.”

I opened the notes on my phone and found where I had saved them.

“Don’t text none of that shit to me,” Rah warned.

“I wasn’t.”

I read both addresses to him slowly, making sure he heard every number correctly.

“I’ll let you know when the job is done,” he said.

“Okay.”

He ended the call without saying anything else.

I lowered the phone as one of PB’s security guards walked past the patio.

“Everything okay, Miss Bernard?” he asked, making me jump.

“Yeah, everything is fine. And you don’t have to keep watching me all the fucking time. I’m good. Go away.”

He looked at me for a moment before walking off.

I waved him away, pulled open the patio door, and went back inside. Rah Jr. was still sitting on the floor, surrounded by toys, making little engine noises as he rolled his car across the rug.

I sat on the couch and watched him play. A slow smile spread across my face.

After the way Rah had beaten me and treated me like I was nothing, he was going to handle PB, and then I was going to make sure his ass rotted in prison for it.