My Baby's Daddy

Shirley got into the car. Zacharias stayed outside and talked a bit more before finally coming in. The car slowly moved away from the building and made its way to the hotel. Shirley’s feet were sore after today’s party.

The clock struck nine. Zacharias suddenly held Shirley’s hand, fingers interlocked. Shirley didn’t refuse. They held hands tightly as the car took them across the streets of this foreign land. They genuinely looked like a couple madly in love.

Eventually, they arrived at the hotel, and Shirley got out of the car. The pain was killing her. At this point, she needed to hold the door for support just to get out of the vehicle. If she could, she would’ve taken her shoes off and walked barefoot.

Imogen naturally noticed Shirley’s discomfort. She also knew Shirley was never one for heels. So, of course, her feet were hurting right now. She was just about to help Shirley and act like she cared about her. Alas, Zacharias was already standing by her side. Before Shirley could even say anything, he bent over and held her in a princess carry.

The surprised Shirley quickly put both hands on Zacharias’ shoulder. “Oh, put me down,” murmured Shirley shyly. She was feeling a little awkward being held by Zacharias in front of all the team members.

into the hotel with her in

Zacharias were already madly in love. Everyone else followed Zacharias in silence. They knew how he felt about Shirley a long

slid open. All the other bodyguards tacitly went into the other elevator aside

up from her safe spot. Zacharias took her all the way back to their room and put her on the couch. She was still blushing as she complained lightly, “Don’t do that next time.” Zacharias said, “Don’t move. I’ll rub some oil on that.” Shirley remained seated, waiting for

the oil on

she was getting drunk. She wasn’t wasted. Instead, she was only a bit tipsy from all

and hated how he was smelling. So, he decided to take a shower before having a good talk with Shirley. Moments later, he

freshening herself up. Oh, right. She’s not a good drinker. But… I remember seeing her having at

eyes several times before pulling her hair away from her face. Then, she rose to her feet and decided to get a