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.
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