Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 77 Not You! I Don’t Want You!

The man’s eyes blazed at the suggestion, but in the blink of an eye, his hesitation stopped him. “Madame Rouge told me to never take it off, sweetheart…”

“I-It’s… okay… Take it off… K-K-Kiss me…” Deirdre was slurring through a bloody foam. Her voice was quivering, and to the ears of a red-blooded man in flames, it was as if she was mewing in welcome.

She had such a mellifluous voice. A lithe body so fine that her appearance must surely reflect this even if she did not look like a literal goddess.

Besides, the mask was starting to get in his way. How could anyone enjoy this without seeing the face a woman made?

He yanked the mask away from Deirdre’s face without any reservations. “Here comes the sun, princess!”

His gleeful eyes fell upon her visage. The light in the hotel room, dim as it was, hid nothing.

He realized he had been lusting after the face of a freak. Her features, in turn, were seared into his eyes.

away, losing control of his balance and crashing down from the bed. “What the f*ck?! What the

had felt was gone. Instead, his blood was boiling with indignance.” What the f*ck?! Is

would have never slept a wink again for the rest of my life! F**** ck… God, argh! I ain’t standing for this sh*t! They are gonna hear it from me-you

his phone and stormed over to the balcony. Then, his

hand, balling her fist. Its sharp edges dug into her skin,

her until even her self- inflicted pain ebbed and gave away. She lurched with difficulty until,

threatening to burst out of her skin

wept. Hanging her head, she begged in a voice thick with tears, “H-Help me… Help me,

“M-Miss McKinnon?!”

move. Hell, he did

presence so domineering that Deirdre felt him before he spoke. That presence loomed close, its eyes boring straight through her. Brendan was there to see it when it happened. He saw Deirdre bolting out of a hotel room. Saw her throw herself into Sam’s arms. Saw the crazed look

what he had

day in his car like a man possessed. He had exhausted his extensive web of contacts. He had not slept at all. He had been worried sick about what could have happened to her. What if the world bullied

it was pouring out there and he needed to get changed. That was when he had seen the same woman whose missing whereabouts had gnawed at his mind for hours staggering out of