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Chapter 7- The Donor

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2021-12-03 12:28:10

Eriq

I sit naked, my balls freezing, as this man pays me to pose for him. How are we in the same profession, yet he can afford to pay someone while I can barely cover rent?

“Higher—lift your leg higher,” Pavlo instructs.

“This is as high as it goes, Pavlo,” I reply. He scowls, stands, and walks over, leaning in close.

“Hey, hey, no touching,” I remind him.

He smirks. “Having fantasies about me, Enrique?”

“It’s Eriq, asshole. You’re the one paying to stare at my ass,” I glare back.

“True, your body is a work of art. Now spread it wider.”

“This doesn’t feel right. I already feel a cold draft on my balls,” I complain.

“And what magnifique balls they are,” Pavlo says.

I want to punch him in the face, but I’m two months behind on rent, my paintings aren’t selling, and I refuse to ask my parents for money again. So I clench my fist and follow his instructions. He nods, returns to his seat, and continues painting. Another hour of torture passes before we’re done.

“Splendid!” he exclaims finally. Relief washes over me as I quickly dress. I join him as he stands before the painting, examining it.

“You’re good,” I say, looking it over myself.

“Of course. I am the best with the body,” he replies, grabbing my shoulder. I shift out of his grasp.

“I should get going.” He nods and hands me a check for $500. Two hours of posing for $500? Not bad, even if it’s for this creep.

“Any other painting jobs, Pavlo?” I ask.

He purses his lips. “Not right now, no…” I nod, disappointed, and turn to leave.

“I am looking for a pool boy with benefits, though.”

“Fuck you!” I yell without looking back.

“That was just an idea,” he adds. I slam the door on my way out. As if I’d sleep with him for cash. I’m not homophobic, but I’m not into men—and even if I were, prostitution isn’t my style. I leave his building and head to my bike, riding the short trip home.

I park, jog upstairs, and check my door for an eviction notice. Nothing. I haven’t paid rent in two months, yet no letter or call. Is the owner so rich that they don’t notice, or are they dead? Either way, I can grab some food and art supplies. I drop my keys and head straight to my studio. Posing for Pavlo sparked my urge to paint.

I take off my shirt and approach the easel to work on my latest piece. Five minutes in, a loud bang erupts outside, followed by car horns. I grab my shirt, rush out the door, and race downstairs. A car is lodged into the side of the building. I scan the front—my bike. Where’s my bike? Panic sets in as I search, but it’s nowhere. Fearing the worst, I hurry to the car. Sure enough, my bike is trapped underneath.

“Fuck!” I shout, kicking the car.

“Hey, watch it,” the driver snaps.

“You better fix my fucking bike, or so help me, I’ll beat the shit out of you!” I storm toward him.

“Oh no, I feel faint! Where’s the ambulance?” he cowers.

“Fucking coward,” I mutter, marching back to my bike. I pull it from the rubble. It’s not that bad—maybe it won’t cost too much to fix. I sigh, hopeful I won’t need thousands.


“Five thousand dollars?” I repeat the invoice price.

“What? You can’t be serious, Vin!” I yell, following him.

“Look, the bike’s almost totaled. It’ll take a lot of work,” Vincent explains.

“Vin, we’re family,” I plead.

“We’re friends, and because we’re friends, I’m giving you the lowest price—parts only, no labor.”

“I bought it for ten thousand.”

“Well, you’ll need another five to fix it, or say goodbye.” I sigh, running my hands through my hair. This bike is special—the first thing I bought with money from my first big painting sale. I’ve had it for five years. It’s a symbol of my independence, proof that my work matters. I can’t let it go.

“I’ll get the money.”

“I’m sorry, Eriq,” he says.

“Not your fault, Vin. I’m the idiot who didn’t get that jerk’s insurance info.” He pats my back and walks off. I groan, staring at the bike. Where the hell am I going to find five thousand dollars?


Thirty minutes later, I take a cab home. Jogging up the steps, I spot someone at my door.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here, Glen?” I scowl, shoving the key into the lock.

“It’s been a year,” he answers.

“Oh, is a year the timeframe to forgive your best friend for fucking your woman? Guess what—it’s still fuck you.” I unlock the door and push it open.

“Man, I’m sorry. You can’t throw away 25 years of friendship over that woman,” he says.

“It’s not about her—it was never about her, Glen. It’s about you. Why would I trust a friend who’d do that behind my back?”

“You’re supposed to have my back. I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I would too,” he insists.

“Top of your list was taking my place in her bed.” I walk in and slam the door.

“Come on, Eriq, we have to get past this,” he calls. I frown. Like hell we do. I kick off my shoes, grab a beer from the kitchen, and plop onto the sofa. He’s still outside, talking.

“I hear your bike was totaled.” Of course, he knows—same way he got my new address. Those people can’t keep their mouths shut.

“I have an idea where you can get the cash,” he continues.

My hand freezes midair. Can he get me the money? Where? I wait, but he says nothing else. I jump up and rush to the door, hoping to catch him. He’s still there, wearing his signature goofy grin.

“Knew that’d do it.”

“Whatever, dickweed. You said you had a way to get me cash? What is it? It better not be illegal—I’ve got enough fucking problems,” I snap.

“It’s one hundred percent legal. It’s gotten me out of tight spots when I was strapped,” he assures me.

I look at him, confused. What the hell is he talking about? He reaches into his pocket and hands me a paper. I take it and read the first two words.

“Sperm donation?!”

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  • My Donor   Chapter 8- Telling Everyone

    Amaija“Are you sure about this?” Brin asks. I nod as we scan pages of sperm donation information. Krystel emailed me a couple of days ago. It’s been two weeks since I decided I want a baby, and so far, I’ve only told Brin.“I’m positive, Brin. Stop asking.” She sighs.“What if you meet Mr. Right, but you’re pregnant by some stranger?” she prompts.“If he’s Mr. Right, he won’t care,” I reply.“What man wouldn’t… Federico!” Brin calls her fiancé, who pops his head out of the kitchen.“Sì, bellezza?” (Yes, beauty?) He walks in and gives her a long, passionate kiss. Why did I even come here? I should’ve told Zara—we could’ve wallowed in our singleness with ice cream and N*****x.“Miele (honey), would you care if I were pregnant by another man when we met?” Brin asks.“Of course not, bellezza. You’re my soulmate. Even if you were pregnant, you’d still be mine.”“Ahh,” Brin coos before they kiss again.I roll my eyes—ugh, here they go. I should’ve picked Zara. “Can you two stop that?”“Stop

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-01-08
  • My Donor   Chapter 9- He's Real

    EriqI grab the painting and bolt for the door. I’m supposed to meet the buyer in ten minutes, but I was up all night finishing it and overslept. “Fuck!” I snatch it and dash out as Glen climbs the stairs.“I don’t have time for your shit today, Glen. I told you no.” I brush past him, heading down to my car—a beat-up ’98 Charger. It was Dad’s until he gave it to me at sixteen. I was so proud of it, driving it everywhere until I got my bike. I still love it, but I miss the rush of riding.I slide the painting into the backseat as Glen approaches. “Come on, it’s easy money.”“For you, maybe. I don’t want a bunch of kids with my DNA running around that I don’t even know.” Having a kid means something to me—I can’t do it carelessly just because I’m broke.“The odds of someone picking you are low. You’re a broke art school grad—not exactly the model specimen these women want,” Glen says bluntly.“Thanks for telling me I’m worthless. Now I’ve got to go.”“That’s not what I meant…” I ignore h

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-01-08
  • My Donor   Chapter 10-We meet

    AmaijaOne Month Ago“We’ve been looking for a month. I don’t know why you’re so picky with donors when you aren’t that picky about who you sleep with,” Brin says. I roll my eyes as we pull into the parking lot of the latest sperm bank.“I’m making a human, not just getting off. I have to pick the perfect man,” I reply.“There’s no such thing as a perfect man,” Zara chimes in as we exit the car.“Trouble in booty-call paradise?” I ask, amused. She’s been singing a different tune lately.“Your brother’s an asshole. Can you believe he wants to sleep with other women?” Zara says.“He’s my brother, so yeah, I can believe it. He’s a great son and an even better brother, but a good boyfriend? Nope. You knew that going in, though.”“I know, but I thought—”“You thought your vagina would change him?”“No. Well, we have great sex. So why does he need other women?”“Jaden’s a manwhore. You need someone like my Federico,” Brin boasts.“Oh, will you shut the hell up about Federico already?” Zara s

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-01-28
  • My Donor   Chapter 11- A Beautiful Face

    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

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-02-09
  • My Donor   Chapter 12- Second times the Charm

    AmaijaIn the three weeks since my insemination and subsequent run-in with my donor, I haven’t been able to forget him. I can’t shake the memory of his chiseled jawline, his deep hazel eyes, or his chestnut hair. He’s gorgeous—and if I’m pregnant, he’s the father of my child. For the third time today, I stare at the pregnancy test on the countertop. I’ve been putting it off because I’m too scared to know for sure. If I am pregnant, I’ll be a single parent, which terrifies me. But if I’m not, I’ll be disappointed. Today’s the day I finally worked up the courage to find out either way. All that’s left is to take the test. My hand trembles as I reach for the box, my heart pounding.Ding, dong.The doorbell jolts me out of my trance. Who could that be? I wasn’t expecting anyone. My eyes dart between the test and the door before I decide to answer. Approaching the entrance, I glance at the monitor and see my friends and family outside.“What are you doing here?” I ask through the intercom.

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-03-10
  • My Donor   Chapter 13 - Kiss Kiss

    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

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-03-24
  • My Donor   Chapter 14- Mistake

    EriqI expected her to push me away or slap me, but she melts into my arms. Her soft lips move against mine, and my heart pounds in my chest. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. I was afraid to admit that before seeing her tonight—afraid because life never gives me what I want. But the moment I saw her, it didn’t matter that I’m poor or unworthy of her. I knew I had to have her.My hands find her waist, pulling her closer as our kiss deepens. Her hand slides down my chest, over my pecs, to the top of my boxers. No—I can’t do that with her. Not her, not like this. I grab her hand and break the kiss.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You kissed me, and I—” she mumbles. She’s adorable when she’s nervous. I take her hand and kiss it.“You have nothing to apologize for. I just want to take you on a date first.”“What?”“Will you go out with me? There’s a place nearby that sells great burgers.” She stares at me without responding. Did I misstep by asking her out? I thought sh

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-04-03
  • My Donor   Chapter 15- His Smell

    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

    최신 업데이트 : 2022-04-03

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  • My Donor   Chapter 41- Secrets, Saltfish, and Morning-After Regrets

    AmiPanic and disbelief crash over me as Brin’s words echo in the night air. Eriq waking up right then doesn’t help. He blinks, dazed, realizing Brin and I are half-carrying him between us.“Ami?” he mumbles, glancing at Brin.My heart races. Did he hear her? How’s he going to take this? Maybe he’ll be happy—I cling to that tiny hope. It’s not the perfect moment, but I was going to tell him eventually, so maybe this is fine.“The baby,” he says, reaching out to touch my stomach.“Eriq—I was going—” I start, but he leans in and kisses me. It’s soft, warm, and sends a whirlwind of feelings through me—confusion, surprise, and something deeper. Does this mean he’s okay with it?“Eriq?” I whisper as our lips part. “Are you…”“I love you.” He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder.Relief floods me, washing away my fears. His second “I love you” tonight hits me hard—he loves me, and he’s fine with being the father. It’s like a boulder’s been lifted off my chest, and the emotions I’ve been

  • My Donor   Chapter 40- Moonlit Confessions (And Other High Ideas)

    AmiWe stumble out of the tenth store of the day, bags in hand. I didn’t want to come out, but I’ve had a blast. Shopping and lunch with the girls felt amazing—it’s been ages since we’ve all been together like this. Now, though, I’m ready to head home and crash with my man. I wonder how he’s holding up. Dad promised to keep an eye on him, so I hope he’s okay.“Where should we go now?” Aunt Kenya asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.Where should we go? I frown. “I think we should head home. I’m tired, and my feet hurt.”“Tired?” Aunt Kenya raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been sitting most of the time. How are you tired? More like you’re itching to get back to that man of yours. You can survive a few more hours without him.”“Auntie!” I yelp, my face heating up.She laughs, loud and unapologetic, shaking her head. “You’ll see him soon enough. Come on, we’ve got five more stores to hit today.” She strides off.“Mom,” I groan as the others follow Aunt Kenya.“We’ll head back soon, sweetie. We

  • My Donor   Chapter 39- GoodNight

    EriqI can’t stop smiling as I peel the potatoes. Her mother likes me. I’ve got one ally in my mission to win over Ami.“Mom!” Jaden bursts into the kitchen, snatches the peeler from my hand, and glares at me.What’s his problem? He’s acting like he did the first time we met.“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you needed help? Why’d you ask him?” he demands, his eyes still boring into me.“I didn’t ask him. He offered. You can help if you want, but he’s already on the potatoes. Why don’t you make the dough for the fried dumplings?” Mrs. Klein suggests.“Okay, Mom.” Jaden tosses the peeler down, walks over to her, and kisses her cheek.I shake my head, bewildered, before resuming my task. We work together in near silence for a while.“Are you two done?” Mrs. Klein asks after some time.“Almost,” I reply, glancing at the potatoes. “Only three left. Anything else you need done?”“I’m nearly finished, Mom. You can have me do it instead,” Jaden says, rushing over with flour-covered hands.“You ca

  • My Donor   Chapter 38- Meet the family

    EriqI glance back at Ami, and sure enough, she looks worried. Our eyes meet, and I offer a reassuring smile before her mother pulls me away. Judging by Mrs. Klein’s warm attitude toward me, I don’t think this will be as bad as Ami fears, but I know she’s anxious for my sake. It means I hold some place in her heart, even if she doesn’t love me yet. That thought gives me hope—hope that soon I can tell her I love her. I’ve been holding back for weeks, and it’s starting to feel suffocating to keep those three words inside.“I bet he’s Asian,” someone says as we approach the family room.“No, this one’s white,” Jaden replies.“White? That’s new. How old is he?”“I don’t know,” Jaden admits.“I bet two hundred and fifty thousand he’s twenty-four.”“I’ll take that action.”“No, you’ve already met him, so you and Zara are excluded.” I chuckle, amused by their banter. They remind me of my own family. I guess all families are alike, no matter how much money they have.“So, 250—who’s in?”“Ahem.

  • My Donor   Chapter 37- Call me Mom

    AmiI pull on my pants, then my shirt, and grab my shoes. We’re getting ready to leave for Jamaica soon. I frown. Two weeks with my overbearing family isn’t my idea of a good time, especially since I’m still a bit annoyed that Mom felt the need to blackmail me into going. She can be so frustrating, but I can’t stay too upset. Eriq was right—the entire family rearranged their schedules just so I could be there. Even if it’s overbearing, it’s sweet.I feel a gentle stretch at the corner of my belly, pulling me from my thoughts. I smile as I reach down and touch my stomach. Every time I feel them move, it fills me with joy. Our baby.“Daddy and I can’t wait to meet you,” I say softly. A sigh escapes me, my heart heavy with the secret I’ve kept. I haven’t told Eriq this is his baby. I meant to, but then his father got sick, and Mom changed the trip’s date, so the timing never felt right. I can’t drop this news on him and expect him to handle two weeks with my family at the same time. I’ll

  • My Donor   Chapter 36- Too many lies

    EriqI inhale deeply, trying to calm myself as I stare at the arrogant jerk smirking at me. I want to punch Flavio’s teeth in for what he pulled today. However, they outnumber me and are probably all armed. I glance at the three men in the room: one by the door, whom I recognize from the picture, and two others standing behind him.“Welcome to the family business,” Flavio says.“The family business is an auto shop, Flav. What the hell was that today?”“This is the new family business. Your little friend will remain untouched if you comply.”Anger surges through my body. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to lunge at him.“I already told you I’m not interested in whatever nonsense you’re involved in. This isn’t the life I want to live.”“Are you living the life you want now? I’ve seen that pretty little thing you’re with. What will happen when she needs money for her hair or nails, but her boyfriend is broke?” I chuckle at the thought of Ami needing money from me.“You won’t find it fu

  • My Donor   Chapter 35- Don't Fall for me

    EriqMy heart nearly stops. I sprint out of the room, ignoring Glen’s shouts as I race for the door. What if Flavio kidnaps her? I’ve never seen him physically harm anyone, but he once set my apartment on fire to get what he wanted. What else might he be capable of? I should’ve known better than to bring her here. I should’ve suspected he might be watching Glen. I should’ve moved away to keep her safe, but I stayed because I couldn’t bear to leave her. Now she’s in danger, and it’s all because I couldn’t stay away. If he touches her, I swear… I gritted my teeth as I bounded down the last flight of stairs and burst out of the building. I run to the car—she’s not there. I scan the area, but she’s nowhere in sight. Grabbing my phone, I dial Flavio’s number. He picks up after the second ring.“Where the hell is she?” I demand.“So, she is important to you?” he taunts.“I swear, if you lay a finger on her, I’ll bury you six feet under.” My voice shakes with a mix of anger and fear.“Finally

  • My Donor   Chapter 34- A Treasure

    “She did what? How do you know it’s broken?” Eriq asks, holding the phone to his ear. “Well, I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you know.” He pulls the phone away as his friend’s voice rises in a frantic scream.“What’s wrong? Is it an emergency? We can cut our date short,” I offer, concerned.“It’s…” He hesitates, then presses the speaker button so I can hear.“Are you seriously going to leave me here?!” Glen shouts through the phone.“Yes, call your parents,” Eriq replies coolly.“I don’t want my parents to see me like this!”“Then call an ambulance. I’m busy. I told you to stop picking up random women.” I furrow my brows, puzzled. What does a random woman have to do with this?“She was hot, and you know our health insurance is terrible. I can’t afford the emergency room fee—especially after getting robbed,” Glen whines.“A woman robbed him?” I ask, stunned.“Yes, and she also, according to him, broke his, um…” Eriq trails off, looking uncomfortable.“Broke what?”“His… his… uh

  • My Donor   Chapter 33- Dates and Dicks

    Finally, Ami and I are going on a date. It’s a bit late considering everything we’ve already shared, but better late than never. I just hope she enjoys it. She’s accustomed to the finest experiences, and I’m certain this won’t measure up to some of the extravagant dates she’s been on. Still, I hope it’s enough because she deserves nothing less than the best. My smart, loving, tough cookie with a heart of gold. My little weirdo. The memory of her crawling into my room on all fours makes me chuckle. I couldn’t believe she was the one sneaking off with my shirts, but knowing my scent comforts her fills me with the greatest joy. It means she’s attached to me. Maybe this thing between us will grow into something more than a fling. For me, it already has, but I can’t quite read her. I know she likes me, yet I’m unsure how deep her feelings run. I want to ask, but I’m afraid of what she might say. I shake my head, pushing away thoughts of the future. I need to focus on the present and make to

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