Page 47 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“Is this one of your sister’s designs?”

“Yes.”

“I like this on you.” He licked his lips.

I smiled and looked down at myself. I had ended up going with the pinstripe pantsuit set with the short sleeves, gold buttons, and a beautiful collar. It fit my curves just right. It wasn’t too tight, and it wasn’t too loose or baggy. It was perfect.

Glam had actually slayed my hair and makeup, so I ain’t have to jump in and do none of my own. They gave me a curly updo with a few curly pieces hanging down, and my earrings, necklace, and bracelets were all gold and matched my outfit. They went with a cute navy-blue smoky eye and nothing too crazy with the foundation, so it looked very natural.

They even got my fingers looking decent. They gave the healthy nails a clear manicure and covered the injured ones with bandages.

And then there were the shoes, which I was still shook by because they were red-bottom Christian Louboutin’s. Expensive as hell.

Mizz Keke and Bigg Boi Ross looked over at us to make sure we were ready. We both nodded, and they got started.

“What is up, y’all? Good morning, and welcome back to The Morning Hour with your hosts, Mizz Keke,” she said, and then Bigg Boi Ross leaned into his mic.

“And the biggest. If you’re stuck in traffic, that’s because there was an accident on 285 East. Everybody’s okay, but the two cars collided and caused a backup. So, you might wanna go ahead and call your boss because you ’bout to be late as hell today! They had to close two lanes, and y’all know what that means. In the meantime, we got some special guests in the building today.”

“Y’all will never guess who we got,” Mizz Keke said. “He is a multimillionaire, multitalented, Grammy-winning singer. He’s an actor and apparently a father. But stay tuned for that tea because it’s piping hot. And speaking of hot, make sure y’all don’t have on long sleeves or nothing that’s gonna make you pass out today because the highest the temperature is supposed to get is ninety-eight degrees. Keep some water on you! And again, you’re tuned into The Morning Hour! Let’s start off with something to get your mind right.”

The music started playing, and Mizz Keke looked over at us. “When we come back from break, we’ll announce y’all.”

My hands were sweatier than they were in the car. I wiped them on my pants discreetly and tried to keep my face together, but my chest got tight on me, and I knew what was happening.

I closed my eyes for a second and made myself breathe in and breathe out, breathe in and breathe out. Then I felt a hand on my back, rubbing slow circles between my shoulder blades.

“Just breathe. You got this,” Ozy said.

I opened my eyes. “Okay.”

When the song went off, Mizz Keke came back in.

“Welcome back. We hope y’all enjoyed the slow, soulful sounds of Rose Allegra. That woman know she can sing her behind off. But we got somebody here who might can sing her under the table. We have the one and only Ozy Love in the building, and he brought somebody with him. If y’all been hearing about all the craziness going on in the headlines, Ginger Maree said Ozy Love cheated on her, and the woman he allegedly cheated with is actually in the building. We wanted to get their side of the story. So welcome, Ozy Love. Always a pleasure to have you on the show. And to his special guest and Up-and-coming R&B singer, Noree, welcome.”

I felt like she threw a little bit of shade at me, but I held my composure and leaned into the mic.

“Good morning, world. Thank you for having me. I appreciate it. But let’s keep it cute. I did not ruin any type of relationship between Ozy Love and Ginger Maree. In fact, they weren’t even together when he and I had our thing going on.”

“Mmm… When you say your thing going on, what do you mean by that?” Mizz Keke asked.

My heart started beating like a drum in my ears, and I looked over at Ozy.

“You know, the things grown folks do,” he said. “Ginger and I weren’t on when I met Noree. I never cheated on her.”

“Okay, so what about her saying there’s a baby?” Bigg Boi Ross asked. “Is that part true?”

Ozy shrugged. “Honestly, there are certain things about my personal and private life that I would like to keep personal and private.”

“Okay, well, y’all heard it here. Sounds like he’s avoiding the question, so we’re not sure if there is or isn’t a baby. But what the fans really wanna know is who put the paws on Ginger because her face looks crazy.”

All four of us started laughing, and I raised my hand.

“Guilty. But I never wanted to fight her. I’m too grown for that. It was a fair, one-on-one fight though. Ozy Love and his security were nearby, so it got broken up by them. He was not standing around laughing or whatever else she said to the blogs. It’s all a lie.”

“Okay, so what was the reason for the fight?” Bigg Boi Ross asked.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure. Like Ozy Love said, they were off during that time frame, so if you ask me, it’s giving… delusional.”