Donald's POV
My mind sprang in alarm. It felt like a bolt was loosening in my head.
“What do you mean by impossible?” I c****d my head forward, still thinking this might be one cruel joke.
His eyes met mine and if there's one thing I noticed, it was the warmth I saw earlier, all gone now.
Despite the uneasiness gnawing inside of me, I forced my butt to remain planted on the seat.
I watched Mark lean forward, that cruel glint still in his eyes, “A cruel man like you,” he paused, looking me all over like I'm some garbage, “don't deserve to call my name, not to talk of having a deal.” His words hit me like a dagger, at the same time a bead of sweat trickle down my face.
I tried to stay calm, despite not knowing the reason for the sudden change in his mood. I couldn't mess this up, not
