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

empty-devoid of the warm supper that

of welcome.

when Deirdre would

at night,

used to

house, and the way she sidled up to him sheepishly and asked if he

caved in, and he felt suffocated. In his mind, there was only

b*tch had replaced him in her

been more livid

all her heart.

random man

and stormed upstairs. He then

open.

already soundly asleep, but

out of her

her comforter even closer to herself, almost as though it would defend her against

burned away any shred of

her under him. Deirdre’s face paled. “What are

arms, putting up as much of a

a twist of his own, bellowing, “What now, b* tch?! I’m getting my end of the deal-what you

in pieces, and she shuddered in a rage. “I owe you nothing! We’re nothing! There’s nothing between us-and

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