My Baby's Daddy

In the elevator, Samantha kept checking herself out, and she asked her assistant, “So, how does my body look?”

“Is that a rhetorical question? Great. Guys can’t look away when they see you,” the assistant praised.

Samantha smiled. True. Maybe I can get Ezekiel’s number later and hit on him behind Harmony’s back. She felt accomplished being able to seduce Ezekiel behind Harmony’s back.

There were a few people in the gym. Those who had discipline and those who wanted to sculpt their bodies. Ezekiel was on a treadmill. He was in a gray tracksuit, looking handsome, dashing, and summery.

Samantha fell for him. She had seen many men, but Ezekiel’s body was perfect. She quickly went over to the treadmill Ezekiel was on. Ezekiel looked back, and Samantha pretended to be surprised. “Hi. You’re my friend’s friend, aren’t you? Pleasure seeing you.”

Ezekiel saw through Samantha. She didn’t show up for a workout session; she came for him. “Hello,” said Ezekiel curtly. He turned the treadmill off and tried to leave.

Samantha followed him. “Sir, I don’t really know how to use these gym equipment. Can you teach me?”

Ezekiel said, “I don’t have time.”

Ezekiel to be this curt and distant, but she wasn’t one to give

and he patted the guy’s shoulder. “Mate,

at Samantha, and he was

answered, “I don’t need

then the trainer knew that Samantha wasn’t ignorant about gym equipment. She

weights and trained a little. She then saw Ezekiel off, deciding not to

good night’s sleep. Even her dreams were

will Samantha follow him? She is going to many lengths just to

then she picked a tracksuit from the clothes she brought with her. The tracksuit had a short torso, and the pants side