Page 10 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

There wasn’t much left to do but keep praying on it.

“BITCH, WAKE UP!”

I groaned and pulled the comforter over my head, trying to block out the screaming, the sunlight, and whatever foolishness was happening in my bedroom right about now.

“Wake up!” my sister shouted even louder than before, damn near bursting my eardrums as she jumped on my bed.

“Nourah, get the fuck out!” I shouted back from underneath the covers, but she kept jumping. “I didn’t give you a key to just come in whenever, especially not to wake me the hell up.”

This heffa was putting her whole body into it like my bed was a trampoline.

I reached from beneath the comforter, blindly swinging my hand through the air, hoping I connected with her leg or ankle, but she hopped off my bed just in time.

I sat up with one eye open and the other closed, then had to fix my damn titties since they had gone every which way inside my nightgown while I was sleeping.

Nourah stood beside my bed, cheesing and giddy as hell. I was confused.

I blinked at her before wiping my eyes. “What is wrong with you?”

“You won!”

I frowned. “Won what?”

“You won, bitch!”

“Won what???” I repeated, throwing the covers off me.

Since I was off today, I had planned on sleeping in. I didn’t have an alarm set, didn’t have anywhere to be, and damn sure hadn’t planned on waking up like this.

“You won! You won!”

“Nourah, if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re talking about, I’m going back to sleep.”

“The contest!” she screamed.

I stared at her, growing more annoyed by the second.

“What contest, Nou Nou?” I called her by her nickname, my lips pursed, arms folded, and eyes zoned in on her.

“TheOzy Lovecontest.”

That woke me up fully.

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

Nourah screamed again, hopping back onto my bed. “I had been refreshing that damn website all morning,” she said, breathing hard. “Every five minutes. I almost gave up, but then the page changed, and I saw the list. Biiitch! Your name is on there! I called you like twenty times, but you didn’t answer, so I put in PTO for the rest of the day and rushed over here.”

“Stop playing with me.”

“I’m not playing!”

“Nourah, are you telling me I’m about to get to spend three days withOzy Love?”

“Mhm! Look!” She shoved the phone toward me.

I snatched the phone clean out of her hand before she could even react, holding it close to my face.

The Ozy Love website was open. Across the top was a large picture of him from his latest shoot, dressed in all black with his chains resting against his chest and that arrogant look on his face.