Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

“Tiffany, meet Mr. Yzarjadon Trevor Krick, your sperm donor,” Doctor Laurent introduced the man to me.

I looked at the man sitting across from me. He had everything I wanted in a man—green eyes, a sharp nose, seven feet tall, fair-skinned, and most of all, handsome. He looked decent, but I wasn’t sure yet.

I gave him an awkward smile, but his face was serious. He didn’t even smile back. Earlier, when I greeted him, he only looked at me.

Weirdo.

“Hello, Mr. Yzarjadon. Thank you so much for agreeing to this and for choosing to be my donor,” I said with a polite smile.

I couldn’t stop myself from feeling nervous because of the way he was staring at me, as if he could eat me alive.

“Is there nothing else, Doc? Can I leave now? I’ve already met the woman who’ll receive my sperm,” he said coldly, then stood up.

Wow. He was really testing my patience.

I wanted to snap at him, but I stopped myself. I took a deep breath to calm down.

“Nothing else, unless you want to discuss something with Ms. Monroe,” the doctor said with a smile.

I secretly rolled my eyes. I thought I could talk to this man properly, but apparently not. I wanted to back out of the agreement, but everything was already arranged. Besides, I could tolerate his attitude. This was the only time we’d meet anyway. After this, I wouldn’t see him again. So I decided to swallow my pride.

“Well, Ms. Monroe. You don’t have to pay anything anymore because I’ll cover all the expenses. All you need to do is carry my child, take care of it, and live in my house.”

My eyes widened in shock. Did I hear that right? Or was I going deaf?

“W-What?” was all I could say.

“Wait a minute. I came here because I want a child—my OWN child. I don’t want to share,” I said angrily.

I saw his jaw tighten as he stared at me sharply. What was his problem? Was he crazy?

“If you don’t want my offer, find someone else. Let’s see if you can find another man like me—handsome, billionaire, seven feet tall, green eyes, and decent,” he said as he leaned his face close to mine.

My face suddenly felt hot, and my heart started pounding. I couldn’t explain why I liked how close we were. I could feel his warm breath and smell his manly perfume. He looked even more handsome up close, especially his green eyes.

“See? You’re star-struck. I know I’m your type, Ms. Monroe,” he said, pulling his face away.

My face burned even more. Damn it. I wished the ground would just swallow me whole.

He sat properly again, looked at me seriously, then smirked.

That smirk annoyed me. I knew he was about to say something unpleasant.

“Many women chase me because of how handsome I am. To be honest, you’re good looking. Slim body, pretty, and you look decent enough. You’re tolerable,” he said.

My nose almost flared with anger. I bit my lip to stop myself from exploding. Tolerable? Did I look cheap to him?

I glared at him. “With all due respect, Mr. Krick, your so-called decency doesn’t match the rudeness coming out of your mouth,” I said firmly.

This wasn’t what I expected. No man had ever talked to me like that before. It hurt my pride as a woman.

He only smirked wider, which made me even angrier. He was really pushing my limits.

“Well, Ms. Monroe. Think about what I said,” he said, then winked at me before leaving.

“Damn,” I muttered once he was gone.

Then I remembered Doctor Laurent was still there. I turned to her and saw her smiling strangely.

“You look good together. If you end up together, you’ll be the second couple who fell in love because of IVF,” she said cheerfully.

I raised an eyebrow at her. What was she talking about?

“No way, Doc! I will never fall in love with any man in this world. Even if he shows me his abs, I won’t be tempted. Mark my words—never! Yuck! Ew! He’s so arrogant. I could never stand his attitude.”

Every word I said was full of irritation.

“You never know, Ms. Monroe. They say never say never. You’re still young, after all,” she replied with a smile.

I looked at her, still smiling.

I wanted to scream in frustration. That man had insulted me earlier, and now the doctor was acting like she was setting me up with him.

“I’ll think about it first, Doctor. My child might turn arrogant too if he becomes the father,” I said, thanked her, and left for my apartment.

Even when I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking. Should I continue with the IVF or not? It felt like he wanted to turn me into a surrogate mother.

I took a long gulp of the beer I was holding. Damn it. What should I do now? If I look for another donor, I might not find one. My preferences were too rare.

Ugh. I’m so tired.