Page 58 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

Then the DJ cut the music off, and I already knew what was about to happen.

“Y’all know who in the building tonight?”

The whole club started screaming before he even said my name.

“Muthafuckin Ozy Love! The GOAT! Same nigga that’ll have women in they feelings and ready to drop they panties at the same time! Y’all niggas better hide y’all girls tonight!”

He dropped my record, and the club erupted. Everybody’s phone came up at the same time, that whole floor lit up, and PB grabbed my shoulder and shook me while a thousand people screamed my own words back at me. I smiled wide, singing along to my own lyrics. I even grabbed a few phones and took up-close-and-personal videos. One girl cried, and another fainted when I tried to hand their phones back to them.

The fainting and crying was something I didn’t think I’d ever get used to, but I still loved that shit, nonetheless.

I looked away for a moment, and that’s when the winners walked in.

But all I saw washer.

Noree came through the section entrance with her sister behind her, and I forgot the words to my own song.

Red dress. Back all the way out. Gold heels, gold jewelry stacked up her arm, hair pinned up with them little pieces hanging down by her face that women loved to let hang. I didn’t even know what they were called, but I liked it. I had already seen her from the truck earlier, and it messed me up then, but seeing her walk into my section with the light hitting her was a whole different situation.

Shawty really had a nigga wide open.

I stepped down off that couch to speak, and she walked right past me.

Not rude, not making a scene. She spoke to PB, said something to Ky, and gave a little wave to the section in general. Nourah plopped down next to PB, and Noree sat on the other side of Nourah, which put her further from me. I knew it was intentional, so I laughed it off.

Gin was sitting to my right with her legs crossed, sipping her drink, and the two locked eyes for maybe half a second. I was sure that was why she distanced herself, but it was cool.

The bottle girl came over with the tray and leaned in so they could hear her over the music.

“Hey, ladies, y’all drinking white or brown tonight?”

“White,” Nourah said.

“Same,” Noree replied with a smile.

She poured the tequila and asked what they wanted to chase it with. Nourah took orange juice, and Noree took cranberry. They tapped they glasses together, and Nourah said something I couldn’t hear that made Noree throw her head back laughing. I caught myself watching her too long again.

I knew I was staring. I knew it while I was doing it, and I couldn’t make myself stop.

Nourah caught me first. She elbowed her sister, leaned over, and said something in her ear, and Noree’s whole face changed. She looked down at her cup and did that thing where you try not to smile, and it don’t work. Then she peeked up at me for about a second and a half before she looked away again.

The DJ switched to one of my club bangers, that real grown and sexy music, and the club went crazy again. Hell, I took the D’Ussé and was leaning over the rail, pouring it straight into a couple ladies’ mouths. PB had done climbed all the way up on the arm of the couch. Money was still coming down. It was chaos in the best way.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Noree take a sip of her drink right as somebody bumped into her, and her drink spilled straight down the front of her chest.

She jumped up, looking around the section for a napkin, and there wasn’t none because ain’t nobody in there thinking about no napkins. She said something to her sister and headed toward the VIP bar.

I gave it about ten seconds. Then I handed my bottle to PB and went behind her. Fans copping feels on me the whole time, my security behind me, pushing people out the way.

She was leaning over the bar top, wiping herself down, when I walked up on her, and when she turned around, she came damn near chest to chest with me.

“Oh,” she said, catching herself. “My bad.”

She tried to walk around me, but I put my hand around her waist, stopping her.

“What are you doing?” She asked confused.

“Nah.” I leaned down close to her ear so she could hear me over the music. “What you doing? Why you ain’t speak to me?”