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.

jerked away, losing control of his balance and crashing down from the bed. “What

was boiling with indignance.” What the f*ck?! Is this some kind of twisted f*cking joke?!

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

to

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

overpowering her until even her self- inflicted pain ebbed and gave away. She lurched with difficulty until, suddenly, she crashed into a man’s

threatening to burst

in a voice thick

“M-Miss McKinnon?!”

move. Hell, he did not even know where to

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

what he had

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

seen the same woman whose missing whereabouts had gnawed at his mind for hours staggering out of a room

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