My Baby’s Daddy

Samantha dressed for the occasion. She spent six figures renting this dress all to catch enough attention. The one place she stood out more than Harmony was how much she would reveal to the public, and the media loved taking photos of her skin. Samantha looked at the reporters and waved at them, showing off poses. The rich guy beside him was more than 50 years old as he said, “Let’s go in. Don’t want to be late.”

Samantha stopped posing and held the man’s arm. Then, they went ahead. Guards were verifying the guests’ identities at the entrance. The rich guy handed his invitation, and all Samantha had to do was show her ID. Alas, after the guard checked her ID, he extended his arm. “She cannot go in.”

Samantha was shocked. “What? Why?”

The rich guy defended her, “This is my partner. Please, can you show some leniency and let her in?”

our boss told us she

wrong with her. He only took her along because it was convenient. Unfortunately, he couldn’t vouch for her

to them for a bit? I really want to go in, Samantha pleaded,

shouldn’t. I have no power here, so you should leave. We’ll talk later. I’m running late.” Mr. Boston

snapped the scene. It was more than obvious that

awkwardly. She bit her lip and was reminded of what Harmony said. I wonder if you can even get in. Her face contorted in rage. “You? Did you do this, you b*tch?” Samantha knew it was Harmony. She hooked up with Ezekiel and had to have told him to deny Samantha entry. Dammit. I spent a lot of money on

her phone ring. Since she never logged Samantha’s number in her contacts, she answered the call, “Who is

all that to you. Can you please let me

beg for her mercy. Harmony sneered, “Why are you begging me? It’s funny you