Page 67 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

I looked at the screen. “It’s my baby mama. She never calls me this late.” I looked back at her. “Let me take this real quick.”

“Yeah, of course… go ahead.”

I answered quickly. “Yo, what’s up?”

Paisley started screaming before I could even say anything else.

“PB, please! C-can you come get me and the kids? I’m so s-scared right now!”

“What happened?” I had an idea and was hoping I wasn’t right about the shit I was thinking.

“It’s Rah. I don’t know what happened, but h-he snapped.”

She said Rah beat her ass to the point where her face was swollen, black and blue, and he did it right in front of the kids. Then he trashed the whole house and was drunk and high out of his mind.

“Where the fuck he at right now?” My jaw clenched. I was seeing red.

“I don’t know, but I managed to pack a bag for me and the kids. I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know who else to call.” She cried, and my heart started beating fast. I could hear both Summer and Rah Jr. crying in the background.

“Are the kids okay?”

“Yes, they’re good.”

“I’m on the way,” I said, already sliding out of the booth.

Nourah was watching me, confusion all over her face as I ended the call. I pulled out my wallet and placed a stack of cash on the table—a thousand easy—for her to pay for the food.

I looked at her.

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you right now. My baby mama’s baby daddy just beat on her in front of my daughter, and I gotta go make sure they straight. I’m really sorry about this, shawty. This ain’t how I normally do things. I wouldn’t normally leave you like this.”

“Oh my God…” she said, genuinely concerned. “I’m sorry that happened, and I get it. Please, go.”

“Bet. I’ma have another black truck come scoop you. Let me know soon as they get here, aight?”

She nodded, and I said, “Gimme a hug.”

She stood up, a stunned look still on her face, but I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a second, letting her feel that I was real about everything. Then I kissed her forehead softly, and when she looked up at me, I kissed her lips. It was short, but it was real.

“Hit me up when you get to the hotel,” I said.

“I will. I hope everything’s okay,” she said, and I could hear the worry in her voice.

“It will be.”

I headed outside, quickly shooting a text to have a black truck pick Nourah up.

“Aye, take me to my baby mama’s house,” I said to the driver. “And drive fast. Some shit just popped off. I need to get there ASAP.”

“Yes, sir,” he said and peeled off.

We pulled up to Paisley’s crib, and I damn near flew out of the truck.

Paisley was standing outside with the baby on her hip, and Summer was at her legs, crying her little heart out.

I put my hand on her chin and turned her head left, then right. Her whole face was swollen—black-and-blue bruises all over her jaw and under her eye, just like she’d said.

She was crying real bad, not able to hold it together.