Chapter 41 Saving Herself for Sterling… And Sterling Only

Any other emotions Brendan could have felt had been displaced by unrelenting ire. “God, I’m going home. I’ll see her tomorrow.”

That took Steven by surprise, but he nodded nonetheless. “Shall I drive you home now?”

“No. Pass me the keys. I’ll drive.”

He checked his suit and headed to the parking garage, almost a little too frantically.

His car zipped through the road, tearing through the air like a fired bullet. When he arrived, he immediately scanned the living room. Resentment flitted past his eyes-he had thought that it would at least be lit.

Because that would mean someone was waiting for him to come home. 1

He checked himself. She was blind. Whether a room was lit or not did not matter. He was

sure she would be reclining on the couch, just like she used to. Waiting.

Brendan strode toward the door and pushed

it open.

The living room was completely empty. Even

dining table was empty-devoid of the warm supper that was once

of welcome.

when Deirdre would curl

couch at night, waiting for hours to see him

used to light up gingerly,

sidled up to him sheepishly

chest caved in, and he felt

f*cking Fuller. That son of a b*tch had

more livid in his life.

him with all her heart. Ha!

her love so dirt-cheap that any random man could arouse her

flung his coat to the floor and stormed upstairs. He then shoved the door

open.

was already soundly asleep,

out

all over her features, and she tugged her comforter even closer to herself, almost as though it

terrified. That display of terror burned away any

him. Deirdre’s face paled.

flailed her arms, putting up as much

I’m getting my

with the sound of fabric being ripped open. Deirdre’s nightgown was in pieces, and she shuddered in a rage. “I owe you

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