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…

Deirdre was ugly at all. In fact, looking at her

he remained sardonic. “Because you hate every second of this. Every pang of pain you feel

pain was

in desolation. It felt like her

“Come here!” he ordered.

into her hands

forcing her hand to feel his chest. Even through his suit, Deirdre could feel the feverish warmth of his skin. His familiar scent began to fill her senses, and her heart raced. She bit her lip hard and

like this was a test for Brendan’s unremarkable patience. He snapped, swiping every document from the table away, pushing her

how

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

on her own. Suddenly, the man grabbed her by

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

in Brendan’s kerosene – fueled heart. He was about to interrogate her further when his phone suddenly rang. He answered it, his eyes widening.“

man into a panic. Like a

lunged and grabbed him by the hand. “Wait!” she cried, her breath shaky. “You have to tell everyone to leave