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

never admit to any of these. Instead, he remained sardonic. “Because you hate every second

her pain

like her heart had lost the ability to

“Come here!” he ordered.

her hands and shuffled her feet

his lap, forcing her hand to feel his chest. Even through his suit, Deirdre could feel the feverish warmth of his

Brendan’s unremarkable patience. He snapped, swiping every document from the

knew how long

smirk and another dig. “Pfft. You’re

up her dress on her own. Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the wrist, his grip tightening. “Has he touched

continued to get dressed in pain. “Does it matter? You already think it

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

automatically sent the man into a panic. Like a man possessed , he

the hand. “Wait!” she cried, her breath shaky.