My Baby's Daddy

There was a table and chair for her to take a rest, but the night wasn’t as serene as one expected. Sometimes, a squeaky cry of a bird and the sight of a cat fleeting from out of nowhere pierced through the silent air.

Under such circumstances, a poor Sophia curled herself on the chair, hugging herself to retain her warmth.

One of the posh villas were Anastasia and Elliot’s matrimonial house. The exquisite yet minimalistic interior filled the place with a mixture of romantic and wholesome atmosphere.

Anastasia was still bathing when Elliot returned after settling some work. Listening to the running water, he smiled lightly while undoing the button’s on his shirt before opening the door to the shower.

Looking at the intruder, she dipped herself into the bathtub. “I’m not done yet!”

“Let’s shower together, sweetheart.”

going to say that we’re running out of water, aren’t

I thought I should give you a shoulder massage since it’s been a tiring day

night belonged to the lovers; the fire in

man whom she had fallen deeply in love with. Even if she was all in, she couldn’t help but submit herself to Elliot until she fell

a bench placed outside of Villa No. 58. It was already midnight and the temperature had dropped. No matter how much she tried to endure the cold by hugging herself, she was freezing in

meantime, Arthur couldn’t sleep in his comfortable and warm room, for his mind kept thinking about

yet she neither made a fuss nor shouted during the past four