Page 6 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“I’m not about to do this with you right now. Please don’t touch me, Ginger.”

“Y-you ain’t gotta be so cold with me.”

“I’m not being cold. I’m being truthful.” I raised my voice. “You so busy trying to dig up dirt on Noree, like you better than her for whatever dumb reason, that you didn’t even realize you told on yourself. I don’t trust you, and ain’t no telling what else you did that I don’t know about.”

She let out a little laugh, sniffling. “Oh, I see what this is. You trying to actually be with that bitch? Trying to be a family with her? Like I said, you don’t even know if that’s your baby.” She walked over to her luggage, set it up properly, then looked over her shoulder at me and said, “I’ll give you time to cool off, so I’ll leave with my stuff, but eventually, we’re going to have to have a serious conversation about all of this.”

“Nah, we don’t, and I’ma let the staff at the gate know not to let you in.”

I walked out of the room and left her to get her shit. I was done talking, and she had better hurry up, because if she wasn’t out in the next fifteen minutes, I was calling security up here.

Out in the hallway, PB was standing there scrolling on his phone. He looked up, and I shook my head.

“Nigga,” he blurted out. “Noree had my lil niece?”

I sighed and ran a hand down my face. “Honestly, that little girl looks just like me. I ain’t gon’ front, but I’ma make sure I get a DNA test…” I thought back to the pictures I’d just seen before everything hit the fan.

“Damn. I would’ve never guessed Noree had a baby, let alone yours. That’s some Maury Povich shit.”

“Nah, facts.” I shook my head. “I’ma wait for everybody to clear out before I head over to the guest house.”

I was glad I’d had my assistant make everybody sign NDAs before they stepped foot inside my house. Even if somebody had seen or heard some shit, they couldn’t speak on it. Derez would lose his fucking mind if any of this leaked to the blogs.

PB laughed. “Bruh, no cap, though, Noree fucked Gin’s ass up. She ’bout to be looking like Martin in that one episode when he got in the boxing ring.”

I laughed a little myself. “Yeah, she damn sure gonna look like that by the morning.”

The two of us just chuckled for a second, then it went quiet between us.

“What you gonna do if she is yours?” PB asked.

I shrugged. “I’ma be there.”

“What about Noree?”

“I just broke things off with Ginger, ’cause she admitted to blocking Noree on my socials and my email and whatever else a year and some change back. That’s why Noree wasn’t able to reach me. But… the way I’m feeling right now, honestly, bruh, she should’ve told me the second she saw me instead of trying to be King’s nanny. That’s the part I don’t understand. So I’ma have a talk with her.”

PB nodded like he agreed. “Yeah, she should’ve told you. But hear her out first, bruh. And honestly, maybe a baby girl is what you need. And I’m sure King will help out whenever you need him to.” He patted me on the shoulder. “But big bruh, you know I love you, but nigga, you just threw the worst kid’s party in the history of kids’ parties. Started with cupcakes and cookies and ended with a two-piece and a biscuit.”

I looked at him and laughed. “Aye, shut the fuck up, bruh. You lame as hell.”

The first thing I saw was blood.

It was smeared across the front door handle, probably from Noree grabbing it on her way inside.

My chest tightened.

I pushed the door open and heard movement coming from the bathroom. When I reached the doorway, Noree was standing at the sink with the medicine cabinet hanging open and stuff knocked over on the counter, fumbling with the Band-Aid box. Her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn’t get it open.

Her eyes were swollen and wet, and her makeup was gone. She put her head down for a moment like she was taking it all in.

I stood there for a second, then cleared my throat. “Let me help you, love.”

She jumped and spun around, hand to her chest.

Our eyes caught and held for a second. Hers moved over my face before she lowered them and shook her head. “No, it—it’s okay. I got it,” she tried to say, but I came in anyway.

I reached for one of her hands. She hesitated, then let me take it. When I turned it over in mine, I saw four nails gone off that one hand, one of them broken down past the skin.