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.

from Shirley’s chest to

on if it were anyone else. Since it was him, she would show

hurt too?”

can deal with the wounds

bath. I’ll rub some oil

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

sir. I’ll tell them about it,” Freddie said. Concerned, he asked, “Is

“She is,” Zacharias answered.

further, he didn’t want

door. She came into the

surprised to see her.