My Baby's Daddy

Angela felt shy taking a shower in his bathroom for some reason. The air was filled with his scent, and she felt hotter with every passing moment. She felt lucky that she never had sex with Dexter.

She didn’t mind it back when she was in love with him, but she was thankful that Dexter kept refusing because she would have had sex with someone who was just using her.

According to Dexter, he wanted to save sex for marriage. She thought he must really love her to keep his urges under check. However, now she thought he must be hiding something from her. Maybe he has STDs. Thank god I didn’t have sex with him.

Angela washed her hair. She loved being clean, so she bathed and washed her hair almost every day. She came out all changed, and her hair was covered in her towel. Her face was pink from the steam, highlighting her beauty. Her wet hair only made her face look smaller, and her features more striking, “Do you have a hair dryer?” she asked Richard.

Richard frowned. It’s already midnight. Did she have to wash her hair at this hour? “No!” he answered curtly.

“So who has one?” Angela kept asking.

dryers here,”

gonna smell if

smell her scent the moment she approached him, and

raised her arm and smelled herself. I smell

to bed with wet hair. I’m going to wake up with a headache. You don’t want that to happen, do you? It’ll

at her. He chided, “You wouldn’t have washed your head

any hair dryers. That’s not my fault. She looked down, frustrated and

put his book down

dryer for her. She liked staying in his room compared to her little coop. She picked a

philosophy, and even psychology?

books to pass the time. Eventually, Richard