Chapter 7- Donor

Dominic

I still don't understand her reaction. It's pathetic. I've been replaying that moment, and I always feel the same way.

Like a fool, that's right.

She snorted at my options and signed them immediately without hassle. If I hadn't seen the challenging glint in her eyes, I would've thought this would be easy.

Who would've thought my wife or contract bride would easily accept my rules?

And to think that she pushed the announcement back; I thought she was anxious to be Mrs. Marshall, but I was wrong.

“Dude,” I snap back to the present, “you're not even listening to what I said.”

I scowl at Chris and say, “I am.” even though I wasn't, I have no idea what he was saying, and neither do I care when my mind is occupied with a certain someone.

“Bullshit.” He says as he looks at me, “You have no idea what I was saying.”

“Seriously, I am,” I say, trying to convince him even though I know it is a futile effort.

He lifts his brows and asks, “What did I just say?”

I shut my mouth. He glares at