Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78 Anyone but You

Brendan’s mien turned stormy. He espied a bucket of water next to a mop nearby and poured it all over Deirdre’s face.

The chill woke Deirdre from her drug-induced stupor. Her newfound sobriety was met with more abuse. “Are you awake now, you rabid b*tch?! I’m your husband! Who else could you possibly want other than me?! Are you really the kind of cheap slut who can’t help but spread her legs for anyone with a dick as long as he’s nice?”

‘Your husband?’

Deirdre’s eyes welled up. She wanted to laugh. For two long years, she had suffered because of this stupid title, and what had she gotten in return? This arduous,

inescapable hell. This proclamation had ceased bringing her joy. Now, it was simply a dog whistle for terror.

“Yes! I am that kind of cheap slut! I’ll let any man screw me! Anyone at all!” Her knees were wobbling, but she willed herself to stand firm. “Anyone except you, Brendan Brighthall.”

“How dare you!” he howled before he raised his hand.

Deirdre could feel the breeze of his motion. She then closed her eyes and waited.

It never came.

“Be as hysterical as you want, but you should know better than to test my f*cking limits, Deirdre!” Brendan snarled through his teeth. “One last chance. If I hear something like this coming out of your mouth again, Deirdre McKinnon, I swear… You’ll never step out of your room in your life. You’ll never get the chance to see another man.”

Deirdre’s face paled.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a door being yanked open.

A topless man with a visibly rotund belly walked in. He seemed to be searching the hallway frantically. When he saw Deirdre, he sighed in relief and remarked, “How did my b*tch get over there? You scared the sh*t out of me, sweetheart-I thought you left! C’mere!”

His fingers closed around Deirdre’s arm, his features twisting in contempt as if he was reluctant to go through with his business. “Urgh, am I gonna say no just because she looks like sh*t? Hell no Gotta get my end of the bargain, and that is that! As long as she f*cks good, right? Can’t complain either since I got her for such

a low price.”

He hardly had the time to pull when another hand landed on his own. Startled, the man lifted his head. He was too inebriated to see the stranger’s face, but he could tell it was probably a man.

This bewildered him. Another man was fighting him for… this?! “Hey, what’s the big idea, man? You in love with this freak or something? I don’t know how to tell you this nicely, but back the f*ck off. I already paid to screw her. It was just 8 dollars, I know, but a deal is a damn deal, bucko. If you want her, wait for your turn-”

Smack!

Brendan, who was seeing red, swung a fist straight at the man’s face. While

everyone else froze, feeling stupefied, he lunged and followed up with a barrage until the man was screaming for mercy while sputtering out the blood coursing through. his nose.

Deirdre fell to the floor in despair. Despite the chaos around her, all she could focus on was the unyielding fire coursing through her veins. Breathing was so hard…

Eyes red, she grabbed another bodyguard by the hem of his pants. She was dying. inside.

“H-Help me…”

Brendan had just finished fixing the drunken man’s lust when he turned to see her begging like this. It was as if she had given up on her dignity and self-respect! Any man could feel her up! She did not even care that the man he had beaten up had treated her like a prostitute!

And that drunken piece of sh*t had walked out of the same room she had. He was topless too!

Had something happened between them?! Had they f*cked?

Had they f*cked?!

Brendan felt like his head was on the verge of eruption. His mind kept racing to thoughts-all sorts of sh*tty, infuriating goddamned thoughts about what could have happened between them while they were in that hotel room. God, he felt like killing this piece of sh*t! He felt like locking Deirdre in a room where she would be his trophy and treasure, where absolutely no other man in the world could ever see her!

He stormed toward Deirdre and yanked her up from the floor before pinning her to the wall brutishly. “You tell me right now, McKinnon. Did that *sshole touch you?!”

The force and the subsequent chill spreading from the tile behind her back pulled

Deirdre out of her trance a little. She opened her eyes to pitch-black darkness, but she could almost see the tangible fury breathing down her face.

Her heart went cold, and the corner of her lips curved. She smiled, but tears rolled out of her eyes.

“Yes,” she replied mockingly. “I came out of the room after it was done. Are you interested too, Mr. Brighthall? Tough luck. I’ll let literally every man under the sun play with me… except you.”