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

warm supper

of welcome.

days when Deirdre

at the edge of the couch at night, waiting for

her face used to light up gingerly, her bashful joy

way she sidled up to him sheepishly and asked if he was hungry.

caved in, and he felt suffocated. In his

b*tch had replaced

been more livid in his

had sworn that she loved him with all her heart. Ha! Was this the extent of her

that any random

floor and stormed upstairs. He then shoved the door

open.

already soundly asleep, but

out of her slumber.

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

display of terror burned away

lunged for her and pinned her under him.

putting up as much

with a twist of his own, bellowing, “What now, b* tch?! I’m getting my

pieces, and she shuddered

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