And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 33

“What are you blabbering about?” Howard darkened his face, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

“Whoa there, someone’s touchy. But I’ve got proof.” He whipped out his phone and tapped on a group chat. “Sent by Jeannie.”

One look at the screen and Howard turned stone cold. In the photo, Howard was pinned down by Gwendolyn, the lighting dim and the vibe undeniably suggestive.

“She’s shared this with quite a crowd.” Nathan waved his phone, a smirk on his face. “She said you are all talk and need Gwendolyn to take charge. Love bites, huh? You two sure have a wild side to calling them bruises.”

Howard struggled to contain his rage, itching to give Jeannie a piece of his mind.

“Are you done?” Howard’s voice dropped an icy octave.

Nathan shook his head, “Dude, you can’t ignore this problem. I know Gwendolyn’s a whiz in the medical field, but even she might blush at this…”

He sneakily pulled out a little blue pill from his pocket, “I’m the real friend here, didn’t I? Tore off the label so nobody would see. Don’t be shy, man.”

“Get out!”

Howard’s anger was palpable. “Take your filthy stuff and get out of my house.”

The pill skittered under the bed, scattering across the floor.

up, blowing off the dust with a pained expression, “You’re wasting a miracle! I went through hell and back to get these. Just pop one and you’ll be the man of the hour, a true…”

“Out!”

pride’s gonna kill you. It’s no big deal

flew from

I’m outta

the living room, Gwendolyn answered her phone with a frosty, “Hello?”

early last night?” Mamie’s contrived voice filtered through, “I was worried sick about you. And who

you really even

we’re roommates.” Mamie’s insincerity oozed through the phone. If it weren’t for Scott’s hefty cash

closer to Scott. All that

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over–eager camaraderie.

something? Scott wanted to confess

Don’t invite me to any more parties. In fact, let’s not keep in

up without another word. She pondered for a moment before leaving the class

the

was twisted with rage, muttering venomously, “What a piece of work! How dare a

her phone beeped with several texts,