And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 94

Vivien blushed with excitement, her cheeks rosy from the wine and her heart pounding with anticipation.

Her engagement to Bainbridge was settled, and her father was overjoyed. The future of the Chadwick family was in Bainbridge’s hands, and she would soon be Mrs. Chadwick!

“Vivien, I’m so jealous of you! You snagged yourself a catch like Mr. Bainbridge,” Vivien’s best friend, Fanny, said as she poured another glass of wine for her. “To your happiness!”

Slightly tipsy, Vivien welcomed every drink with open arms.

“Don’t worry, Fanny. I’ll set you up with a great guy, too,” she slurred, floating on cloud nine, basking in the compliments that fed her vanity.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll hold you to it. Now let’s have another round,” Fanny insisted, keeping the drinks flowing.

Vivien didn’t say no to another and another while Fanny’s smile never wavered, her long legs in those sleek black heels subtly brushing against something or someone else.

Bainbridge caught her eye from across the dimly lit bar.

It was like a spark had ignited a wildfire, an unspoken flirtation in the air.

Fanny winked mischievously, her glance full of tease and intrigue, subtly nodding toward

Vivien.

Bainbridge’s hand found its way under the table, tracing the silky path of her stockings.

Oblivious, Vivien was lost in conversation with Fanny about her bright future, unaware of the secret exchange happening right under her nose.

“Fanny, you’ve got to be my maid of honor, Vivien gushed, gripping her hand. “You’re my best friend!”

“Of course, honey,” Fanny replied, her voice betraying a hint of distraction.

She shot Bainbridge a glare, but he only became bolder.

“Something wrong, Fanny?” Vivien asked, her eyes glazed with alcohol.

“Just a mosquito,” Fanny lied straight–faced.

“Really? Mosquitoes at this time of year?” Vivien’s head was spinning too much to question it.

Growing impatient, Bainbridge coaxed Vivien into drinking even more.

“Vivien, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to the hotel next door to sleep it off,” Fanny suggested, helping the drunken Vivien to her feet.

Bainbridge tossed his credit card to his buddy. “Have at it, my man. Make it a night to remember. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Take care, Bainbridge!”

“Have a blast!”

He strode out, heading to the adjacent five–star hotel, where they had booked a suite on the top floor. Fanny got Vivien into the room and plopped her onto the couch.

Soon after, there was a knock at the door.

Reluctantly, Fanny opened it to find Bainbridge’s handsome face. She huffed coldly at him. Bainbridge wrapped his arms around her waist. “My little bitch, you’re trying to kill me with desire.”

“Mr. Bainbridge, you’d better keep your distance. You’re marrying Vivien soon enough,” she protested, turning her face away, jealousy evident in her tone.

They had been the first to know each other, maintaining a secret affair even then.

“Her?” Bainbridge scoffed. “Her family is loaded. But you, my love, you’re the one I can’t get enough of.”

He showered her face with kisses, cooing. “Come on, let’s not fight. Let’s take this next

door.”

“No! I want it right here, in this room!” Fanny declared defiantly.

The red slip dress clung to her curves, her makeup bold and her allure undeniable. She could effortlessly outshine any beauty queen and stir the deepest desires in a man, far more than Vivien ever could.

Bainbridge’s Adam’s apple bobbed with raw desire. “What if you wake her?” he murmured hoarsely, his hands kneading her waist.

Fanny traced circles on his chest, her eyes seductive slits. “Don’t you think it’s thrilling?” she whispered back.