My Baby's Daddy

Shirley felt Zacharias’ lips brushing her forehead. His scent smelled nice, and it filled her with a sense of security. She even felt sleepy.

Meanwhile, in the other car, Imogen replayed the entire failed plan in her mind, convinced she hadn’t shown any vulnerabilities. The only uncertainty was whether the kidnappers betrayed her. She believed they wouldn’t, as it served no purpose and would expose her as part of their group.

Once back at the hotel, Zacharias took Shirley back to the room. In the consistently warm space, Shirley removed her jacket. Then, a hushed voice broke the silence, saying, “Take them all off.”

She froze for a few moments, and she turned around. “Why?”

“I want to check your wounds,” he said seriously. His eyes were clear of any desire. Uncomfortable with the idea of undressing in front of him, Shirley shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll check them myself in my room.”

Insistent, Zacharias declared, “I want to do it. What, are you still embarrassed?”

She paused briefly. Growing up surrounded by boys, she occasionally trained in just a sports bra. Fine, I’ll do it. She took off her shirt, and only a black bra remained. Her voluptuous chest was revealed to his eyes. He was stunned. He knew she developed well, but they were bigger than he thought.

“Check the wounds closely, Mr. Flintstone,” she said graciously.

get lewd thoughts right now. He narrowed his eyes and checked all the way from Shirley’s chest to her back.

pain. She could’ve held on if it were anyone else. Since it was him, she

hurt too?”

deal with the wounds on my

hot bath. I’ll rub some

all over and looked grimy. After she went for a bath, he made a call. “I want the cops to give me the investigation report. With all the

tell them about it,” Freddie

“She is,” Zacharias answered.

refrained from inquiring further, he didn’t want Zacharias to misconstrue any romantic interest

on Roy’s door. She came into the room bearing

surprised to see her.