Page 41 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

I had been around models, video girls, and actresses my whole career, and none of them ever smiled at me like she did.

I came back and sat down closer than I did the first time. Handed her the glass. "Aight, so tell me something about you that even Google wouldn’t tell me if I looked you up.”

"That's random."

"It ain't random. I told you I wanna know more about you."

She took a sip and hummed. "I don’t know, Ozy…I’m boring for real and a homebody when I’m not at work,” she said, looking up, really trying to figure out something she could tell me.

“So how you end up here then?”

“My sister applied to the contest. I didn’t even know she was doing it, but the crazy thing is she told me the night of your concert, my birthday. Neither of us expected me to actually win the next day. I’m still shocked.”

"So, I owe your sister then."

She looked at me over the rim of her glass. "You do."

I sat back and let my arm go across the top of the couch behind her.

“And happy belated. Now I gotta get you a cake or something.”

She laughed. “You really don’t.”

I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to Ky to have that handled for me.

“I insist. And did you at least enjoy the concert?”

She smiled wide. “I did. I was in the front row, so I saw it all. Did you really sleep with that man’s wife?”

I shrugged. “I probably did.”

“Damn…you cold.”

“Nah, I’m real. He should’ve been fucking her better. I meant that shit when I said it.”

“I guess so then, huh?” She smirked.

There was a silence, nothing too crazy, before she cleared her throat and said, “Are you close with your siblings? I only have one sibling, my sister Nourah, and we’re very close. I think I read you have one sister, and the tall guy with the braids who popped in for a second… uh, MB? He’s your brother, right? The security?”

I nodded and laughed a little. “Yeah, PB is my brother.”

She apologized for getting his name wrong, but I wasn’t trippin’.

“My brother and I are close. My sister, not so much. I really used to look up to her, but now I’m disappointed in her.”

“Damn, well…why is that?”

I sighed. “The drugs got her moving differently, and the only time we speak is when she’s asking me for money. She don’t give a fuck about my well-being, but it’s cool. I’ve learned to live with it, though.”

I ain't talk about this. Not in interviews, not on no podcast, not with any other woman, not even Gin. But Noree was sitting there looking at me with them soft eyes, and it just came out.

"She been on drugs since I was like twenty-four. In and out of programs. I got her in the best facilities money can buy. I mean, the ones out in Arizona where it looks like a damn spa, and she'll do good for four, five months, and then she's gone again. Then the crazy thing is she has a son who only has her, so I just hope she gets her shit together…for her son.”

The room got quiet again.

Then she set her drink down on the table and said, "Oh my God. Ozy, I'm so sorry."

And before I could tell her it was cool, she leaned over and put her arms around me.