Page 21 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

I walked back over to the couch and sat back down, trying to get comfortable, but then, all of a sudden, I heard a key go into the lock. The door opened, and I jumped right back up. I tripped over my own feet as I ran back toward the door.

“I know you didn’t just walk up into my apartment like that,” I said.

Carl looked at me. “That’s what I have a key for.”

“Yeah, but you broke things off with me earlier, so why the hell would you just be walking in here? That key is only for emergencies, and this doesn’t look like an emergency.”

He looked past me into the living room and saw PB. They made eye contact, and Carl laughed.

“So, this must be the guy, huh?”

I was trying to de-escalate the situation. “That’s not important. I am clearly in the middle of having company, and I don’t wanna be disrespectful to him.”

“I was mad. What did you expect?” he said.

“Okay, and I was mad too, but did I call you a hoe? Matter of fact, did I call you out of your name at all? ’Cause I could’ve called you a bitch.”

He shook his head and laughed. “You know what? It was a mistake coming here.”

“No, why did you show up?”

“I’m not about to have this conversation in front of your company.”

PB stood up. “It’s cool. I can leave.”

“No, you don’t have to leave,” I said. “He’s going to leave.”

“No, it’s okay, love. I’ll go.” He tried to walk past Carl, but Carl ended up sizing him up.

“You got a problem, nigga?” PB asked.

“Actually, I do have a problem,” Carl said. “Why are you here with my woman? She’s taken.”

PB chuckled. “That’s not what I heard.”

Carl’s eyes got wide. He looked back and forth between the two of us.

“You know what? You need to get the hell out. Don’t you ever come back to her apartment again, brotha.”

PB smirked. “I’ll leave, but I can’t guarantee I won’t be back.”

I was still trying to de-escalate. I placed myself between the two of them in the doorway, but before I knew it, Carl hauled off and punched PB in the face.

The punch landed in PB’s mouth and pushed him back against the door. I started yelling for them to stop.

“What are y’all doing? Don’t do that! Please, Carl, just go!”

PB shoved me out of the way, and the two of them went at it. They knocked into my shoe rack by the door, sending all my shoes flying all over the place. They bumped against the wall, and somehow, somebody’s elbow went straight through it, putting a hole in my wall immediately. That pissed me off.

“Oh, y’all not about to do this in my house, messing up my shit!”

They bumped into the door again. They were just fighting back and forth. At first, Carl actually had the upper hand. He was winning. But then PB managed to lift Carl’s legs up off the ground, slamming him on his back. Boom! Punches were raining down, left and right, right and left, into Carl’s face. His lip split open immediately and started bleeding.

Finally, I was able to shove them apart.

Everybody was breathing hard as Carl got up from the floor. He stumbled and could barely stand up. His hand touched his lip. He saw the blood and chuckled. I could see the blood on his teeth.

PB was breathing hard too. His shirt was a little ripped, and his collar was stretched out and wrinkled up around his neck.