All Chapters of My Donor: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EriqI catch the woman as she falls, and we tumble to the floor. She lands on top of me but quickly scrambles up. Amaija, "What damages? Are you trying to extort me, you piece of shit? Did you plan this after finding out who my family is?" I clench my fist as my anger builds—the nerve of this woman."Last night, you tried to sexually harass me," I say."Sexually harass?" she replies, furrowing her brows."Yes. First, you called me your baby daddy, then you tried to kiss me. Then you fainted. I couldn’t find anyone who knew you, which meant I had to leave work early—and let me tell you something, woman, I need all the money I can get.""I—""I’m not done talking. After I piled you into my car, you decided to pee because my car looks like a toilet. Then you started fighting my headrest, calling it Xoi." Her eyes widen as I continue. "I don’t know who Xoi is, but you must hate him because you stabbed my headrest multiple times. It was my fault for leaving that knife in the backseat sev

Amaija“Ami,” he says my name, making my heart thunder as my insides melt. He knows it’s me. How does he recognize me even with this mask? What should I say? I hadn’t planned on talking to him when Gwen asked where I wanted to go. I wasn’t even sure he still worked here, but I’d hoped he did—hoped I’d see him one more time to cement the memory of my child’s father. But the moment I spotted him walking through that door, I knew just seeing him wouldn’t satisfy my curiosity. So I bought out the VIP section and requested him as our server. Now, up close, I’m at a loss for words. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.“Ami?” he says again, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes meet his. We stare at each other in silence until Gwen interrupts.“Amaija, you didn’t tell me you knew such a sexy bartender,” she says, giving him bedroom eyes. I shove down a bitter pang of jealousy.“We met once. I’ll have a club soda,” I mumble, shifting my gaze from his captivating eyes—only

AmiI’m on the couch with a pillow on my stomach, my laptop resting on it as I work on my latest video game design while video chatting with Vector, our other game developer.“V, we should move the launch date. Looking at where we are now, the game should be ready in a month.”“I think we should keep it the same—in case there are bugs we need to fix.”“We can fix them during testing.”“Not if there’s a major problem.”I purse my lips and think for a moment. I want to launch this game as soon as possible. It’s a first-person shooter I designed for women who like guns—they can upload images of their cheating boyfriends and shoot them. You know, vent the anger without jail time. It was inspired by my last cheating ex—and then him, who dumped me without explanation. But I don’t have any pictures of him to use. Come on, Ami, stop thinking about him. I shove him to the back of my mind to focus on work. The game should be ready—I wrote the code—but I trust Vector’s input. He’s one of my best

Eriq“The apartment he bought was this one,” she trails off, leaving me stunned.“What?” I jump to my feet. “This is that apartment?” She nods.“But you’ve been here before. Didn’t you recognize it?”“I’ve never seen it. I was always too busy to come when we were together, and after we broke up, I didn’t want to see my ex’s love nest.”“Oh,” I mumble. I can’t imagine how she must feel being here, in the apartment he shared with another woman—and worse, finding me, the guy who dumped her, living in it. I glance at her, trying to read her, but she won’t meet my eyes.“Are you okay?” The words slip out before I can stop them. She lifts her gaze to mine, staring for a moment. Her mouth opens as if to speak, but she hesitates and keeps staring.“Ami?” Jaden says, breaking the silence between us.“I’m fine. It’s been over a year.”“Oh.” Over a year since they split. Does that mean the baby isn’t Xoi’s? Then who’s the father? Is he still in the picture?“So, about the apartment,” Jaden says,

AmaijaI sneak a peek at him as we climb the steps, still in disbelief that this is happening. Just hours ago, I was trying not to think about him after he ditched me at the club, and now I’m getting the chance to live with him and know the other half of the child I’m carrying. When I started this journey, I never expected this opportunity, so I plan to make the most of it. One day, when you ask who he is, I can tell you all about this time we shared—that Daddy’s a great guy. He was so concerned about a woman he’d only met twice and a baby he didn’t know was his. I wonder how he’d react if he found out. Would he be happy? Would he want to be in the baby’s life? Who am I kidding? If he wanted a wife and child, he’d have them instead of donating his sperm.“Ami… Ami.”“Huh?” I look up at him, confused.“The door,” he says, pointing at my front door.“Oh.” I quickly open it, step inside, and wait for him to follow.“I’ll get you a set of keys.” I head toward the living room, then remember