Page 20 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“My boyfriend. Well, my ex-boyfriend. My almost-fiancé who never really became my fiancé.”

“You talking in circles, ma. Tell me what’s going on.”

I reached for my red Solo cup and took a sip. The liquor hit my chest hard, and I scrunched up my face, but I took another sip before I set it back down on the coffee table.

“So, you remember how we kissed when we were at the restaurant?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well, my boyfriend, who I didn’t realize was still my boyfriend, popped up and proposed to me today.”

PB’s eyes got wide. “Word?”

“Yeah. But he could sense that something wasn’t right, so I confessed to him that we kissed. And he got upset. He called me a hoe, said he didn’t wanna marry me, and then he left.” I shook my head. “Honestly, my nerves are a little shot because I would’ve never disrespected our relationship on purpose.”

I gave him the full rundown on everything that happened, then shook my head.

“Now I feel bad because I kissed you, but… I don’t regret the kiss. I just… I don’t know.”

He chuckled. “I don’t either. But honestly, I ain’t tryna be your rebound.”

“That’s not why I called you over. I wanted to express myself and let you know how I feel because I do like you a lot. But I love him. Or at least I did. I mean, I still do. It’s not something I can just get over that fast. But him disrespecting me really threw me off ’cause he’s never talked to me like that before.”

“Yeah, but you never kissed another nigga before either.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“So, what do you wanna do?” he asked. “You wanna get back with him?”

I paused for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Well, that’s the question you gotta figure out. ’Cause if you wanna get back with him, you gotta have a better conversation with him in a better headspace, just to make sure y’all are on the same page moving forward.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I think maybe one more conversation might be best. But I’m fucking stubborn. I don’t plan on calling or texting his ass first ’cause who’s a fucking hoe? Not me.”

He laughed. “I’m sure you’re not.”

“Oh, you’re sure I’m not? You should be confident that I’m not.”

I put my plate down and reached for my red Solo cup. He was now taking sips of his as well, his eyes on me and a smirk on his face.

“Yeah… I’m sure.”

“Good.” I laughed.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I looked confused. “Hold on. I wasn’t expecting anybody, but I did order some packages, so it could be a delivery. Let me check real quick.”

I got up and walked past him, heading to the front door. I looked through the peephole, and my mouth fell open almost immediately.

“What happened?” PB asked.

“Speak of the fucking devil. What is this nigga doing back here?”

“You gonna open the door?”

“Nope.”