Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 69

Chapter 69 The Price of Being an Adult

Deirdre was not in the mood to eat after contacting Brendan had yielded no result. She lay on the bed and lost count of time before she realized that the edge of the bed had sunk down in her drowsy state.

“Who’s there?” She jolted awake in confusion and stretched out her hand to feel about the bed, only to feel a well-defined, huge hand.

A moment later, her hand was grabbed abruptly and a man said in a mocking tone,” Are you so horny, Deirdre? I was only sitting here, yet you groped me in such a haste…”

Deirdre was stunned for a moment before she immediately pulled back her hand, her expression full of astonishment. “No… Why are you here, Brendan?”

“What do you mean why am I here?” Brendan furrowed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, leaned over, and then narrowed his eyes in a dangerous manner. “Who else could be in this villa other than me? Or are you so bold that your invited another man here without telling me?”

Deirdre’s expression became distorted from pain. “Aren’t you… Aren’t you with. Charlene? What brought you here all of a sudden?”

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“You’ve been drinking.”

Brendan smelled so strongly of alcohol that she could not smell his usual scent. It was the reason she had not recognized him and why she had attempted to figure out who it was by feeling the other person.

“How could I suppress my hatred for you and come to see you without drinking?” Brendan sniggered and removed his jacket. “Let’s put an end to this quickly so I can go home to keep Charlene company.”

As he lay on top of her, her fingers trembled and she blurted, “Don’t! Don’t do it again, Brendan!”

Brendan’s movements halted to a stop, and his expression turned so unpleasant that Deirdre could feel it without seeing it. “You claim that you don’t want it, yet you called me and asked me to keep you company. Deirdre, you’re really good at playing this cat- and-mouse game with me. Do you think that everyone is at your service, ready to attend to your needs whenever you please?”

Deirdre explained, her face ghastly pale, “I didn’t call you so you’d keep me company.

I wanted to ask you when you’d be willing to bring my mother back to the country so I can meet her.”

Brendan’s gaze grew dim as soon as he heard the remark. His enthusiasm

diminished, and he sat by the bed, lighting up a cigarette. Deirdre choked on the smoke that he exhaled.

“So you called me just for that?”

He appeared to be infuriated once again. Deirdre, who was confused, pursed her lips.

‘What do you mean just for that?”

“I thought you wanted to give Charlene a proper status badly all this time? I want you

mother to get what you wish too,” she said softly. “I would like to meet my coincidentally too.”

Brendan clutched his tie with one hand in agitation and pulled it sideways to unravel it. He inhaled a puff of smoke and grabbed her lower jaw abruptly, leaving a kiss on her soft lips.

There was no warmth to the kiss no matter how soft the lips were. On the contrary, Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears. Her body was bent over, and her thin nightgown slipped to reveal her collar bones, which had been hidden previously.

Brendan stared at her body, his gaze dim as he said with clearly enunciated words, Get this straight, Deirdre. You’re the one who is eager and impatient now.”

Deirdre calmed down and acknowledged it right there and then. “Yes, I would like to meet my mother at once.”

“You’re begging me for a favor.” Perhaps Brendan was drunk, as his gaze landed on the woman’s soft lips and his fingertips brushed her lips casually. “Deirdre, an adult must pay the price when they ask for a favor.”

It was obvious what he meant by that. Deirdre could not help clutching the bedsheet tightly with her fingers.

Brendan, who was bored, got up to leave, but Deirdre suddenly threw herself at him and hugged him tightly. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Her kissing skills were awful, but Brendan’s eyes were filled with lust. He took it upon himself to pin her against the wall.