Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

1. Ozyris Brentley

Several hours prior…

"Mmm." I was woken up to probably some of the best head I'd gotten in a while. Eyes half-closed, I let off a yawn before looking down and smirking.

Ginger's eyes met mine, and that's when she started performing even more, sucking the brown off my shit, never once breaking eye contact. I placed my hand on her head, and she moaned more than me.

She sat up for a second, eyes on me while she worked it. Spit on my dick, slurped it back into her mouth, then spit on it again, repeating the same shit until I was bricked all the way up.

"Shit," I mumbled.

I was wide awake now, and she looked good sucking it, titties sitting pretty, orange hair messy and all over the place. She kept sucking like she was getting paid for it and didn’t wanna lose her job around this muthafucka.

A few short moments later, she finally came up for air, propped her chin on my thigh, and blinked at me all innocent, like she wasn't just down there doing the most.

“Happy birthday, Boo Daddy!”

I laughed. Couldn't help it. I reached down and grabbed her arm. "Come here."

"Uh-uh. Let me handle this first."

"Gin, come here."

"I said let me handle it, Ozy." She kissed me, then said, "Lay back and shut up. I know what I'm doing," teasing me.

"I know you do, but come here, though."

Her eyes lit up. "69? Oh, you're in a good mood. You never wanna 69."

She got up and slowly slid out of her thong, throwing it to the floor.

"That's 'cause yo' ass be tryna kill a nigga."

She giggled. "Sorry, bae. It just be so good."

"Yeah, aight. Just bring yo' ass on."

"Mmm… yes, Daddy."

She assumed the position, and I started eating her pussy.

I was only a few licks in, and she was already doing the most, but we continued to please each other like we were in a competition to see who could make the other cum first. I wasn't no puppy when it came to eating pussy, so I wasn't surprised when she tapped out first.

"Oh, fuck, Ozyris! Oh… my… GOD!"

I sopped up every drop and flipped her over. She looked up at me with dreamy eyes, same as she always did. I pinned her legs back and slid in. She tensed up but eventually got used to my size. I leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I started drilling her shit.

Her pussy was good, but it wasn't…

Never mind.

I didn’t even know what the fuck I was saying right now.

“Shit…” I panted, out of breath, and a few strokes later she came again right before I pulled out, letting all my lil’ niggas swim on her belly.

I rolled over beside her, and I already knew what the fuck she was 'bout to say.

"You know…" She sat up a little. "You don't always have to pull out."

“I know,” I said and laid there for probably a good two or three minutes, with her just running her mouth ’bout a bunch of shit I wasn’t even listening to, before I stood up to grab her a rag from the bathroom.

She hopped up too. “We might as well just hop in the shower together. We don’t wanna be late.”

She turned the shower on and grabbed my hand, pulling me over to her.

"One day, I'ma have your babies, Ozy."

I looked away, and she sucked her teeth.

"Oh, I'm not?"

"Uncle Ozy, can I have—"

I heard King's little voice start to say, and I shouted, "Wait, King, don't come in here! Uncle Ozy and Auntie Ginger have to get dressed."

"Okay."

"I'll be out in a few, aight?"

"Okay," King responded.

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

I still wasn't used to this shit. Being responsible for a kid.

Waking up and hearing little feet outside my bedroom door.

Having somebody asking me what was for breakfast, where his iPad was, if I could tie his shoes, or why he couldn't have candy at eight in the morning.

Having to think about somebody other than myself before I made a move.

I wasn't used to none of it.

But I was learning.

I stepped into the shower behind Ginger, letting the hot water hit my back while she stood underneath the spray, rinsing herself off.

"Soo, are you just going to ignore what I said?" she asked.

I smirked and grabbed the soap.

"One day, I'ma have your babies," she repeated, this time louder than before. Her petty ass even leaned over and said it into my ear.

I glared at her. "I heard you."

"And?"

"And what?" I kissed my teeth.

"Ozyris."

"Ginger."

She stared at me, waiting on some type of answer I didn't have for her. We talked about this, and I wasn't about to do it again, especially on my fucking birthday.

I kissed Ginger's forehead. "You ready for Costa Rica?"

She rolled her eyes, but eventually, she smiled. "Yeah." Gin looked at me for another second before turning back around.

I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind and pulled her against me.

"Don't start acting funny on my birthday."

"I'm not acting funny, babe."

"You are."

"I'm not."

I shook my head. "You definitely are."

"I'm literally standing naked in a shower with you."

"Yeah, with an attitude and shit."

She laughed. "Shut up."

I kissed the side of her neck before reaching around her to grab my rag and lather up. One thing I knew for certain, a nigga needed a break from daddy duties.

Both Gin and I were now dressed, bags already packed courtesy of my assistant, Simone, so all we had to do was hop in a black truck and head to the tarmac.

My last assistant, Ky, was fired after she tried to fuck me, but that shit was a story for another time. Real talk.

As for today, our stylists had already picked out our fits for the day—jewelry, accessories, hats, sunglasses, shoes, and the whole nine.

I stood in front of the mirror and turned to the side, tugging the bottom of my shirt straight, twisting my wrist so my watch caught the light one last time as King burst through the door.

"Happy birthday, Uncle Ozy!"

I smiled. "I appreciate that, lil' man. How old you think I turned?"

He ran and jumped on me, and I caught him under his arms and picked him up, his little legs swinging out behind him. Something in my chest tightened every time he did shit like that. Sometimes he looked just like Reesie.

"I don't know… fifty?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Man, hell nah." I set him down on his feet. "Whatchu doing up so early?" I asked, rubbing the top of his head.

"You said we were eating breakfast before you leave."

"Damn, I did say that, huh?"

"Language," Ginger called from the closet.

I smiled. I liked how Gin was falling into that motherly role without anybody having to ask her to.

King looked up at me, so I said, "You ain't hear that."

He laughed. "I did… I heard it, Uncle Ozy."

"Nah, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"Aye…" I crouched down to his level. "Snitches don't get pancakes."

His eyes widened, and his whole face fell. "Okay… I didn't hear nothing."

"That's what I thought."

Ginger came walking out of the closet, one earring in, working the other one through her ear. "Y'all are ridiculous."

I stood back up. "He learning valuable life lessons."

"From you? That's scary," she teased.

I pointed toward the door. "Hey, lil' man… we'll be down in a minute. I really gotta go, but you know I never break a promise, right?"

He nodded. "I know."

King took off out of that room, and I watched him until the door closed behind him. The smile slipped off my face before I could stop it, and I turned back toward the mirror, running my hand down over my beard.

Ginger noticed. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, but was I really?

"Ozy."

"I'm good, Gin, for real. Just drop it."

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, pressing the side of her face into my back. For a second, I just stood there, hands at my sides. Then I turned around in her arms and hugged her back.

That was the thing about Ginger. She had been there for the ugly shit, and honestly, if somebody would've told me we'd be locked in right now, and not on some PR shit, I'd say that muthafucka was lying. This time a year and some change ago, she and I were only doing this shit for the cameras.

And although she still had her bratty and jealous-ass ways at times, shawty surprised the hell out of me by just being there for me, and for that, I had her back no matter what.

We made shit official 'bout three months after Reesie died. She was the one who'd just sit with a nigga when I didn't wanna talk, when I didn't wanna eat, when I'd randomly find myself crying.

She was there, and I was forever grateful ’cause she ain’t let me go through it alone. PB and Unc had my back, no question, but she didn’t owe me that kind of loyalty. She could’ve left… she stayed.

Ginger pulled back and touched my face, her thumb moving slow along my jaw. "Don't go there today."

"I ain't."

"Promise?"

I looked down at her and nodded, pushing my guilt to the back of my mind.

"It's your birthday," she continued, straightening my chain out flat against my chest. "You're about to get on a private jet with your beautiful girlfriend and spend the next few days in Costa Rica. You're gonna eat good, drink good, and—"

"Beautiful girlfriend?"

"Uh, yeah… like, have you not seen me?" She stepped back out of my arms and spun around in a slow circle.

“Cap! That's debatable."

She slapped my chest with the back of her hand.

I laughed and caught her wrist. "I'm fucking with you."

"You better be."

"I appreciate you."

Her face softened.

I continued. "I mean that."

"I know."

"Nah." I pulled her back into me by her waist. "For everything."

I didn't have to explain what everything meant. She knew what the fuck I was talking about.

"I love you," she said quietly.

I kissed her forehead instead of saying it back.

Gin had been saying she loved me for a long time, but something in me just couldn't say it back… not yet.

Breakfast wound down with King still working on his last few bites of pancake, syrup smeared all over his little fingers, and I wiped his hands off before he could get it on the counter.

Uncle Marcus was already clearing plates, humming something old school under his breath the way he always did in the kitchen.