Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 106


    Chapter 106 Forced to Drink


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


    “Chug! Chug! Chug!” The crowd began to mor 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-ck eyes boring straight through Deirdre’s face. His lips were


    curved when he chided cidly. “Now, now. What did I tell you about your attitude when you were at


    my party? Have you forgotten already?”


    He did not sound particrly angry, but that nonchnce 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 disyed, the more excited these


    people would be. “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 nk.


    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 ying with someone who’spletely 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 baster 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 frozenke 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.


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    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 rece you.”


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


    Who else could she call… other than Sterling?