Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 77

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.

The man cried out and jerked away, losing control of his balance and crashing down from the bed. “What the f*ck?! What the f******ck?!”

Any desire he had felt was gone. Instead, his blood was boiling with indignance.” What the f*ck?! Is this some kind of twisted f*cking joke?! How the f*ck did

any of them think anyone deserved to bang this freak?! F*ck! I could have slept with it! And if I had, I sure as hell 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 better not go anywhere, b*tch!”

The man snatched up his phone and stormed over to the balcony. Then, his battle with Madam Rouge began.

Deirdre seized this chance and felt around for the bedside shelf. She took a small trinket and held it in her hand, balling her fist. Its sharp edges dug into her skin, and she used the pain to inch her way out of bed and crawl toward the door. She opened it and bolted out with all her might.

She was losing her senses fast. The drug was overpowering her until even her self- inflicted pain ebbed and gave away. She lurched with difficulty until, suddenly, she crashed into a man’s chest.

Something inside of her was threatening to burst out of her skin and eat her alive.

She wept. Hanging her head, she begged in a voice thick with tears, “H-Help me… Help me, please…” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“M-Miss McKinnon?!”

Every fiber in Sam’s body froze. He dared not move. Hell, he did not even know where to lay his hands.

There was another man with him-a 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 on her face, one twisted by hunger. Saw her beg Sam for “help”.

All this after what he had done.

He had been searching for Deirdre the entire 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 her because she was blind?

Brendan had only come inside the hotel because 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 a room and putting her arms around Sam in that… immodest lingerie!

It was infuriatingly immodest lingerie too. Brendan’s ire skyrocketed so much that he was close to being homicidal. He grabbed hold of her wrists like a python constricting around its prey and pulled her into him with the gentleness of a savage.

Then, he bound her waist with his arm, squeezing. His black eyes threw daggers at her blind ones. “F*ck you, Deirdre McKinnon! I’ve been f*cking running in this downpour the whole night just looking for you! When the cops called me and told me about this… this unidentified corpse they found, I thought it was you. All this distress. and yet, this whole time, you have been loitering around in a hotel, f*cking men- hunting for them in that getup! Unbelievable-you f*cking nympho! You can’t get through a day without feeling a d*ck screwing you, can you?!”

Sam’s heart skipped a beat “Mr. Brighthall, please calm down! Miss McKinnon couldn’t have possibly come here alone-she didn’t have any money on her. Listen, someone else must have brought her here!”

The point of his rebuttal was to remind his apoplectic boss that Deirdre might have gotten there through deception Unfortunately, Brendan’s fury had stripped the man

of reason. He immediately reacted by placing Deirdre in a chokehold, shouting, “Who is he? Who brought you here?!”

Deirdre could not breathe. Amid the chaos, however, she recognized the scent of her livid assailant.

Every fiber in her body was repulsed. Disgusted. The chorus of rejection that

followed was instinctive.

“Get the f*ck away from me! I don’t want you!”