And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 28

Scott sparkled his eyes with obsession as he eagerly approached Gwendolyn, “Hey, Gwendolyn,”

Mamie put on her harmless face and took her hand with feigned affection, “Everyone’s here already, just waiting on you, Scott here wouldn’t start without you.”

Gwendolyn turned and asked, “Didn’t we say 6:30 for the meetup?” She wasn’t even late.

“Always punctual, Gwendolyn, Let’s head on in.” Scott, ever the gentleman, held the private dining room door open for her. “Saved you the best seat.”

Gwendolyn found herself seated between Mamie and Scott,

As she settled in, the others in the room gave her varied looks,

The timid ones whispered among themselves, while the bolder voices didn’t hesitate, “Gwendolyn, that dress looks like the latest spring collection and must’ve cost a pretty penny. Who got it for you?”

Her voice was soft and slow, “My family picked it out for me.” Roselind had also bought her a few things recently.

Someone snickered, “Family, huh? Guess sugar daddies count as family.”

“Your country grandma couldn’t afford to give…”

“Let’s not get distracted, folks. Time to eat,” Scott cut in with a warning glare, quelling the gossip hounds. After all, no one wanted to risk Scott’s wrath.

snapping photos and boasting to friends on social media, leaving Gwendolyn largely ignored.

and comforted her, “They’re just

Gwendolyn said, holding her drink.

your grandma’s been sick, need any cash? I’ve got some savings, happy

front of Gwendolyn, Mamie always played the good Samaritan. They seemed to get

her meal and sipping her drink. Mamie kept the conversation going

content was subtle, which tasted rather good without any

two glasses, her cheeks felt warm and

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herself to Mamle, “I’m going to the

it’s just next door.” Mamle said with a sly smile curling her lips. She knew Gwendolyn had a keen nose and was too smart for any

slightly, Gwendolyn made her way out, leaning against the corridor wall for

the caller ID, her mind fuzzy, she answered,

soft and vulnerable like a kitten ready to

paused, amidst

Howard in his calm

Looks like I can’t quite walk straight,” she slurred, rubbing her cheeks, her words tumbling out with less restraint than