Page 30 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

Me being me, I asked, “Who was that?”

“My baby mama,” he said, setting the phone on his thigh. “I told her to let me know what the doctor said about Rah Jr. Just like I thought, lil’ man got an ear infection.”

“Aww, I hope he feels better soon.”

He nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

I bit the inside of my lip for a moment before I asked, “Do you take care of him too? Like, do you consider him yours?”

He sighed. “I mean, yeah. His daddy ain’t shit for real, so I be tryna step up as much as I can.”

It was quiet for a moment, and then I looked away and said, “Understood.”

He laughed a little. “What? I feel like you wanna say something.”

I shook my head. “No, I got my own situation going on, so I’ma stay quiet.”

“Facts,” he said. “But say what you gotta say, love.”

“It’s nothing like that, though.”

“Okay, so say it,” he egged me on.

“I was just going to ask, since we’ve been getting to know each other a little more, if you and her…”

Before I could even finish my sentence, he cut me off.

“Nah.” He sat up a little straighter. “Clearly, she ain’t getting it through her head that we ain’t never gon’ be shit. I tried to let her handle the house hunting on her own, but she ain’t even fucking tried. So, I’ma have my assistant handle all that shit tomorrow.” He shook his head.

“Well, honestly…” I stayed silent for a moment before I said, “That’s music to my ears.”

He chuckled. “Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, trying to hide my smile. “Maybe because next time I might wanna come lay-up at your house.”

“I ain’t say you could come over to my house, shawty.”

My neck snapped in his direction so fast. “Boy, you better stop playing with me.”

He smiled that smile that always got me in trouble. “Nah, you definitely welcome to slide as soon as I get everything situated.”

I smiled back. “Okay, I’ma hold you to that.” I stood up, stretched, and said, “I’ll be back. I have to use the restroom. You need anything? Water? Juice? Another shot?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I’m already lit, but handle your business.”

“Okay,” I said and headed for the bathroom.

I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and checked myself out in the mirror before I decided to freshen up a little by gargling with mouthwash. When I finished and opened the bathroom door, I gasped because I was not expecting PB to be standing right there.

I burst out laughing and said, “Boy, what the hell are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he backed me into the bathroom and shocked the hell out of me when he lifted me up and sat me on the counter. My mouth fell open as I stared at him.

“You got a little liquid courage, huh?”

“I been wanting to kiss you all day,” he said, leaning in, but I turned my head a little.

“Hold on.”