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.

pick them 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

“Out!”

gonna kill you. It’s no big deal if you got

water glass flew

I’m outta here.”

room, Gwendolyn answered her

filtered through, “I was worried sick about you. And who was that man you

fired back, “Do you really even care about me?”

Mamie’s insincerity oozed through the phone. If it weren’t for Scott’s hefty cash offer, she wouldn’t

closer to Scott. All that flirting at

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their over–eager

you misunderstanding something? Scott wanted to confess to you last night, 1…”

to any more parties. In fact, let’s not

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

in the dorm.

rage, muttering venomously, “What a piece of work! How dare a mistress shout

phone beeped with several texts, which were