Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 704 I'll Let Him Off The Hook When I’m Satisfied

"Feeling it already?" Brendan smirked, his eyes narrowing at the sight. He bent, looming over her, and gently tipped

Deirdre’s chin up at him.

She slapped her hand away as shame rose to take control of her. Everything about it was so embarrassing, yet

Brendan was such a professional at kissing that even her rage could not come up with any retaliation.

She asked for it the moment she came to see him. She knew this was going to happen.

She fought her shame at bay and clenched her hands. "Why? Why are you doing this? If Charlene knows... She’s

not going to be happy about this!”

The name seemed to have summoned dark clouds into Brendan's gaze. Deadpanned, he replied, "Why? Because

that's who we are. That's what all men are. Just because I love her doesn't mean I'm going to save myself for her or

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something stupid like that. I can always indulge in my old bedmate if I do it behind her back." i

'His old bedmate... Me...'

Deirdre blanched at the idea. She shot a look of disappointment at Brendan and rose to her feet. "I was never

here."

She smoothed her shirt and started toward the door. Her finger was about to touch the doorknob when Brendan

suddenly spoke. "So, you'd rather let Kyran suffer."

Deirdre froze.

Brendan had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and it seemed like he was not in a hurry to light it at all. He simply

stared in her direction noncommittally.

In truth, Brendan had changed his mind. He needed Deirdre to believe he pressured Kyran into a compromising

position and made him come home late. It was the only way to stymie Deirdre’s investigation, which would reveal

an even more horrible truth.

Besides, Deirdre already hated him. She could not hate him any more.

Deirdre whipped her head in his direction sharply, her eyes twitching." Didn't you say you had nothing to do with

Kyran's recent activities!?"

Brendan snickered. "Christ, why are you still so naive? You believed me just because I said that? Honestly, how

could Kyran be in this spot if it weren't for me, genius? He's a big man, alright. He acts like he can take it on and

doesn’t tell you a single thing. I actually expected him to beg me to stop when he finally couldn't take it anymore.

Or, you know, send his girlfriend to do it in his stead.”

"You psychopath!" Deirdre’s shock and rage crashed onto her. She wished she could obey her desire and slap

Brendan's obnoxious face. "Why the h*lI are you doing this!? He has never offended you!"

"Why?" Brendan lit and unlit flames from his lighter. "Maybe it's because I'm bored as f*ck. I also don't like it when

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other people take my stuff, even if it is garbage I've thrown away. He wants my trash? I’ll make him work for it."

"You!" Deirdre’s eyes were stung into tears. Her head was spinning. She had to dig her nails into herself to retain

even the vaguest hint of self control. "Whatever it is between us is over, Brendan Brighthall!"

"So?"

"So let him go!" She wailed in despair. "Vent it on me."

"You asked for it," Brendan replied coldly, the way he had designed his persona to be. He lit up a cigarette. "Remove

my name from your blacklist and stay in the mansion with your phone by your side at all times. Wait for my

message. Come to me whenever I want you."

Deirdre’s eyes were red. "And what happens if I do that? Will you let him go?”

"Only when I'm finally satisfied. Sam? Drive her home."

Deirdre returned to the car in a nigh-catatonic stupor. She was not responding to any of Sam’s calls until finally,

after gulping down the lump in her throat, she forced a smile. "W-Were you talking to me, Sam? What is it?"

"Um, we've arrived."

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