Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Forced to Drink

“You’re here to drink in his place, right?” The young man started. “Time to do your job! Chug this!”

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” The crowd began to clamor excitedly.

Deirdre had always been alcohol-intolerant. Just the stench of beer triggered a gag reflex, and she pushed the pint away, to the young man’s displeasure. His smile stiffened. “Hey, what’s this supposed to mean? Are you trying to tell me that since you’re Mr. Brighthall’s b*tch, you wag your tail only for him? Boooooo! You’re no fun!” Brendan watched the exchange from his seat. He crossed his legs and fiddled with his ring, his frigid onyx-black eyes boring straight through Deirdre’s face. His lips were curved when he chided placidly. “Now, now. What did I tell you about your attitude when you were at my party? Have you forgotten already?”

He did not sound particularly angry, but that nonchalance was a front to the biting chill only Deirdre understood. He was warning her. “Defy me, and I’ll take it out on Sterling.”

“Um, I…” Deirdre forced herself not to tremble. The more fear she displayed, the more excited these people would become. “I’ll have it.”

She took the pint in her hand. Someone from the crowd shouted, “Chug it! Don’t drink it in sips like a wuss! Chug it in one go!”

Deirdre’s heart raced. The stinging stench of alcohol made her nauseous, but she thought of Sterling. If alcohol poisoning could save Sterling from being dragged back into hell, then so be it.

She gnashed her teeth and chugged the cocktail down her throat. It stung-it felt like swallowing a long knife into her innards.

The crowd cheered.

Deirdre wanted to puke it all back out, but the man kept telling her to “chug it in one go.” It was humiliating.

When it was finally over, the world was already spinning. She was drunk. So much so that her mind had turned blank.

Unfortunately, her pathetic stupor simply excited the crowd even more. “More! More! More!”

A woman in red stopped the man who started it. With a wink, she wondered aloud, “I

don’t think she can take another one shot, guys. We might break her if we push for another one, and it’s no fun playing with someone who’s completely drunk, isn’t it?”

“So, what do you suggest?”

The woman in red scanned their surroundings. Her eyes fell onto the stage not far away, and she grinned. “You guys have gotten used to seeing hot babes strip- dancing, right? But have you seen a sick girl do it? I mean, this girl has alabaster skin, guys. I bet seeing her strip-dancing is gonna be a vibe you’ll never forget!”

“Oh my God! Sofia, you’re a genius!” The crowd went wild. They pointed at Deirdre and cried, “There’s the stage! Dance! Dance! Dance!”

Deirdre’s senses were so blurry that she could not hear them at all. It took someone pouring a bucket of iced water over her to wake her up, though it could very well be the effects of having ice cubes raining down on her head like hailstones. The water was so nipping she breathed hard. It was like being scalded by hot water and being left in a frozen lake simultaneously.

“Oy, wakey wakey! You can’t seriously think you can wriggle out of this one by pretending to be drunk, right? Strip dancing, b*tch! Up there, on the stage! Now! Don’t be a killjoy!”

Strip dance? What?!

Deirdre was aghast. She was shaking like a leaf-perhaps from the cold. These people saw her as a clown who existed for their amusement, and now they came up with something new to humiliate her?

“Come on, b*tch! You’re wasting precious time here!”

Someone among the crowd was beginning to feel impatient. They began to jostle her toward the stage.

Just as Deirdre felt despair consuming her, she heard Brendan speak. “Do you want to, Deidre?”

She shook her head like her life depended on it. Tears rolled down her icy-cold cheeks. There was a painful storm in her heart.

Brendan snickered. He was the pack leader, the one who ultimately called the shots.” You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to. All you have to do is to call anyone you like with my phone and have that person replace you.” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Deirdre felt a strike of lightning coursing through her brain. His intention was so transparent.

Who else could she call… other than Sterling?