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

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

of welcome.

Deirdre

the couch at night, waiting for hours to see him

over. Gone was the way her face used to light up gingerly, her bashful

sidled up to him sheepishly and

pang assaulted Brendan’s chest. His chest caved in, and he felt suffocated. In

f*cking Fuller. That son of a b*tch had replaced him in her heart, and Brendan

been more livid in his life.

with all her heart.

random man could

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

open.

already soundly

out

even closer to

burned away any shred of reason Brendan had

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

arms, putting up as

Brendan locked her arms with a twist of his own, bellowing, “What now, b* tch?! I’m getting my end of the deal-what you owe me! Did you really think I brought you here just so you could leech off my goodwill?”

was heard, along 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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