Page 60 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

“Ride with you?”

“Yeah… ride back to the hotel with me,” I said. “I wanna talk to you.”

She looked back at her sister, who was standing behind her.

Nourah waved her off. “Girl, go ahead and go.”

Noree stepped down, and Nourah went to get on the van herself, but before she could get all the way up the step, PB came through and caught her arm.

“You hungry?”

“Hell yeah, I’m hungry,” she said fast as hell. I laughed because she was funny as hell.

“Waffle House?” he quizzed, and she nodded.

“Hell yeah!” Nourah damn near yelled it, and both of them fell out laughing while he helped her back down and off the Sprinter steps.

The sisters looked at each other and had one of them conversations girls be having without saying a word.

“Alright,” Nourah said. “I’m about to go get some food with him. You good?”

“I’m good. I’ll see you back at the hotel.”

They hugged, and then Nourah left with my brother.

I held my hand out for Noree, and she smiled before accepting it. I walked her to a black truck. The driver opened the door for us, and I helped her inside.

The car doors closed, and for a minute, neither one of us said anything. I was leaning back against my door with my arm up on the headrest, and she had kicked her heels off onto the floor and turned sideways in the seat with one knee up, facing me.

“So, what you wanna talk about?” she asked.

I paused, taking a moment as the driver pulled off.

“First thing, I wanna say I’m sorry about how everything went down earlier.”

She waved it off. “You good. It’s not like you told her to walk up on me and start with me.”

“Still.”

“It’s fine, Ozy. I may be quiet most times and let things slide for the most part, but my mouth can get a lil’ reckless when it needs to. I tried to avoid everything, even throwing the cake on her, but she was doing the most.”

“I like that, though. Speak yo’ mind at all times.”

“Well, speaking of speaking my mind… I have a question.”

“Aight… what’s up?”

She took a second. I watched her pick at the hem of her dress while she figured out how she wanted to say it.

“So, I’m not trying to be that person,” she started. “I’m not trying to be insecure or sound crazy. But some of the stuff Ginger said got to me a little bit. I’m being honest with you.”

“Okay.”

“Because, unfortunately, I always end up with the short end of the stick.” She looked out the window instead of at me. “The whole friend zone thing. Or being the woman a man wanna love on and fuck on behind closed doors but won’t be seen with in the daylight because he embarrassed of my body.”

I ain’t say nothing. I just let her keep going.

“And I give my relationships my all. Every time. Because I don’t know how to be nothing other than real with people. That’s just how I’m built. It’s just that a whole lot of men ain’t real with me.” She finally looked back over at me. “So, when she said you brought me to the back because you ain’t want me out in public, I need to know. Is there any truth to that?”