Page 56 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

"Girl, fuck you," Noree snapped, holding her ground. "You don't know shit about me."

Ginger scoffed. "Please. I know men like him don't want big bitches like you in public for real." Then, she looked at me. "Since when you start doing charity, Ozy? You don’t even like women built like her." Then, just like that, her head snapped back in Noree’s direction. "Why you think he got you hiding in the back instead of showing you off?"

"Hiding?" Noree’s eyes narrowed as she stepped around me. "Girl, fuck you. Bitches like you always think a man can’t want a big girl. News flash, my weight ain’t stopping shit. Pussy still getting ate, toes still getting sucked, and ass still getting ate from the back, boo."

I slowly looked over my shoulder at her, my eyebrows raised. I wasn’t expecting her to take it there, but I damn sure wasn’t mad at it.

"Girl, bye! Ain’t nobody eating that funky cat!"

"Funky?" Noree wasn't having it. She reached around me and smashed the slice of cake right in Ginger's face. "Since you so worried about me and my cake, have some."

The scream Ginger let out was loud enough to hear in outer space. Shawty was tweaking. She lunged for Noree, but I caught her, holding her back.

A laugh slipped out before I could stop it.

Ginger’s head snapped toward me as she wiped icing from her eyes, smearing it deeper into her hair and makeup while peeking at me through the cake. "You think this shit funny?"

"Nah," I said, even though the smile was still pulling at my mouth. "But you brought up her weight for no reason. Stop fuckin’ with her, Gin. Yo’ ass been doing too much lately," I said, my voice low and serious.

"Aye, the fuck y'all got going on?" PB ran in, taking in the scene—Ginger with cake dripping off her face, me holding her back, and Noree standing there with her arms crossed and lips pursed together.

"Get her outta here," I said, shoving Ginger toward him.

"This ain't over, you fat bitch!" Ginger yelled as PB pulled her out of the room.

The door slammed behind them, leaving me and Noree alone again.

“You good?” I asked, reaching for her.

Her eyes dropped to my hand, and before I could touch her, she stepped back.

“Yeah…” She nodded slowly. “I’m good.”

I lowered my arm and studied her face. She looked at me for a long second, her expression shifting to something I couldn’t quite read.

“But this is a lot,” she said quietly. “I just… I need a minute.”

She looked away from me and walked over to the table. After hesitating for a second, she picked up the gift bag and held it against her side.

“Thanks again for my gift.” She glanced back at me. “I’ll, uh… see you later, Ozy.”

“Wait… Noree?—”

She walked out before I could stop her.

Fuck!

Iwas standing in the mirror, letting Marco, my stylist, fix the last little wrinkle in my collar when somebody knocked on the door.

“I got it,” Ky said, but I was already moving.

I pulled that door open, expecting the camera crew or somebody from the label, and instead, I was looking at Ginger. Standing there in a black dress that fit her like it was painted on, her orange hair up in a sleek bun, she was with her girls, two bitches I ain’t fuck with ’cause they were always filling her head up with bullshit. She knew I didn’t like they ass, so she looked back at Frick and fucking Frack and said, “Give me a minute.”

They rolled their eyes and walked a few steps away from my door.

Crazy how my whole mood shifted as soon as I saw her.

“Y’all give me the room right quick,” I said.