Derek POV.
Lexie always had a way of pissing me off. She always brings up some sort of endless quarrel or gives me ridiculous conditions to follow. Conditions like forgiving my father like is some s**t I would just put behind me and forgive him.
“So what do you say?” She asked with a smile after my long silence.
I glare at her and stand up from the bed, pacing around the bed. That is the only way I can help myself right now from shouting at her.
After calming myself down, I walk towards her with my hands shoved in my pocket. “If you don’t want this marriage, all you have to say is I don’t want it, and I would be okay with it; I would let you go. I might even tell the media I cheated on you and paint you white if that’s what you want. Don’t give me some ridiculous conditions as an escap
