Page 10 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

Before I could say anything else, her phone started going off on the cushion beside her. She picked it up and looked at the screen.

“Oh shit.” Her eyes got wide. “I forgot. I ended up calling my sister before you came over to the guesthouse, and she said she was hopping in her car and coming to make sure I was okay.”

She looked up at me.

“Is that cool with you? Can you have security let her in the gate?”

“Yeah, that’s straight.”

“Okay, thank you.” She answered the phone with a small smile.

I pulled my phone out and sent security a message.

“I just told them to let her through,” I said.

“Okay, they’re going to let you in,” she told her sister. “They’ll point you in the right direction to the guesthouse.”

She hung up and set the phone in her lap.

I watched her pick up another cracker and pop it into her mouth. After she swallowed, she looked at me.

“Once I calm down a little… do you want to ride with me to go get her?”

I nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, but I’ll have one of my drivers take us. If you haven’t noticed by now, I don’t do much driving unless I have to, and you damn sure can’t drive with your fingers looking like that.” I gestured toward her bandaged hands.

She smirked. “Yeah, and honestly, I think I blew my back out fighting that damn girl. Auntie needs some Icy Hot patches or something.”

We shared a small laugh, but when it faded, I found myself staring at her again. I was still pissed, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see her hurting.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“All this shit. You. Oaklynn. It’s a lot.”

She sighed and nodded. “For what it’s worth…” A small smile touched her lips. “My wittle Oaky Woaky is truly a blessing. I’d go through all of it again just to have her. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

Despite all the bullshit going on, a smile tugged at my lips. “Me too.”

Ididn’t even bother knocking on the door to the guesthouse. I pushed it open and walked straight in, hollering my sister’s name.

“Noree! Noree!”

After she texted me on some 911, drop-everything, Craig’s-in-trouble shit, I rushed over, swerving in and out of lanes. I was surprised I didn’t get pulled over, but I was here now.

I moved through the front of the house, looking around, and by the time I made it to the living room, there they were. Ozy was sitting on the arm of the chair, and Noree was sitting up on the sofa, looking like she had been through a war with a weirdo-ass bitch, which I guess she had.

I went straight to her and leaned down to hug her.

“Girl, are you okay?” I asked.

She laughed a little as we pulled away, and I plopped down next to her.

“Yeah, sis, I’m good. I was just telling Ozy how I feel like I might’ve thrown my back out fighting. I’m too damn old for this.”

I laughed a little too, but I wasn’t done. I turned my head toward Ozy and squinted my eyes at him before smacking my lips.