Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 24 Has He Touched You?

“Sh*t, you don’t want this?” Brendan growled. His hands had turned into fists, and his eyes were nailed on Deirdre.

This woman had scraped her knees for Sterling. Stripped for Sterling. She had no f*cking concept of shame if it meant he would leave that bastard alone. And yet, the moment he wanted her to please him sexually-she balked!

She balked at the thought of pleasing him, Brendan Brighthall! She balked as though she was refusing to court the Devil himself! Did she know just how many women would throw themselves at him and see the invitation as a privilege? So many women would wish they were in Deirdre’s place right now, stripping and teasing and pleasing him!

He laughed mockingly. “God, you’re so pretentious. Fancy yourself a chaste, devoted maiden dying to preserve her purity now?”

Deirdre’s face suddenly paled. A long beat later, she

finally said, “Don’t you feel disgusted by the way I look, Mr. Brighthall? It’s… It’s one thing to make me grovel, but… this? Why must you…?”

Why?

Brendan was a little stunned by her reply. Why? Because he wanted to see if Sterling had carved his mark on any part of her body, that was why! Because he wanted to see if Deirdre was really this shameless! And because…

at her now reminded him of those nights back then… She was a succubus, a temptress-seduction

he remained sardonic. “Because you hate every second

pain was

like her heart had lost the ability to

“Come here!” he ordered.

into her hands and shuffled

his skin.

like Sterling at a time like this was a test for Brendan’s unremarkable patience. He snapped, swiping every document from

knew how long

with a smirk and another dig. “Pfft. You’re so sh*t at this. Didn’t know Sterling

her dress on her own. Suddenly, the man grabbed her

to get dressed in pain. “Does it matter?

about to interrogate her further when his phone suddenly rang. He answered it, his eyes widening.“ Charlene fainted

panic. Like a man possessed , he put on his suit

the hand. “Wait!” she cried, her breath shaky. “You have to tell