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

the warm

of welcome.

when Deirdre would curl into

couch at night, waiting for hours

over. Gone was the way her face used to

the way she sidled up to him sheepishly and

His chest caved in, and he felt suffocated.

Fuller. That son of a b*tch had replaced him in her

never been more livid in his

her heart.

dirt-cheap that any random man could arouse

the floor and stormed upstairs. He then shoved the door

open.

soundly asleep, but

out of her

over her features, and she tugged her comforter even closer to herself,

That display of terror burned away any shred of reason Brendan had

her under him. Deirdre’s face paled.

arms, putting up

I’m getting my end of the deal-what you owe me! Did you

and she shuddered in a rage. “I owe you nothing! We’re

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