Page 45 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

"Then why is you screaming?"

She snatched my blanket off my body, and cool air hit my legs. I curled up and grabbed for it but couldn't find it. I opened one eye to see Noree had it balled up in her arms.

I groaned. "Noreeee…what? What is it, and what time is it?"

"It's time for you to get up and get ready. We're going to Ozy Love's video shoot today."

I laid there for a second. Rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. "Huh?"

"His video shoot is at twelve-thirty. We're going," she boasted as I slowly sat up, eyes half closed.

"We?"

"Yes, Nourah, get on up."

"Girl, I know you don't mean me. They be having security and lists and all that." I tried to lay back down and put my face in the pillow. "Let me sleep."

"Uh…no." She snatched the pillow. "I slept with Ozy last night, so I asked him if you could come and?—"

I sat straight up so fast my head was spinning, eyes wide as hell, sleep immediately nonexistent.

"Bitch, you did what?" I was pointing at her now. "Noree Arianna Marcell…back all the way up. Back up like fifteen steps."

"Wait." She giggled. "That came out wrong." She threw my covers back on the bed.

"No, don't try to laugh now. You sat on that man's dick?" I was intrigued.

"No…I said it wrong, I swear." She was laughing and waving her hands. "Not like that."

I scooted back against my headboard and sat crisscross applesauce. "Okay. Sooo…spill it, hoe. What happened?"

She sat on the edge of the bed, a huge smile on her face.

“Okay, so boom… they got to fighting at dinner, right? And I mean throwing food. Like third graders.”

“Throwing food?”

“Sis yes! It got all on my dress, so I went up to my room to change, and like fifteen minutes later, somebody was knocking. It was his assistant, Ky. She said she was going to personally handle my dry cleaning, which, by the way, she did. It was somehow on my bed this morning when I got back to my room. But anyway… last night, when she was at the door, she said Ozy requested me to come to his room.”

"Biiitch, no he didn't!" I shouted, smiling along with her like I was there.

"He did! So, I go up there, and Nourah, listen. I ain't even walk in the room at first. I stood in that doorway and made him tell me what he was tryna do."

"Good." I nodded. "I taught you well," I kidded.

She gave me the eye playfully, and I laughed. "So anyway, he said it wasn't like that. He said he wanted my opinion on a song he was working on and that he wanted to get to know me. So, I went in. And we talked alllll night, Nou Nou…like till two in the morning."

"And?"

"And I fell asleep on his shoulder."

"Noree!"

"Nothing happened, I swear. Cookie stayed in the cookie jar."

I put my hand over my mouth. "That's so cute, I'm sick."

"But listen. Listen." She got a little more serious. "I really like him. And I know how that sounds."