"Brendan, let go—"

"Deirdre." Brendan interrupted her. His breath landed on her neck and shoulders, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm not as great as Sterling, but please don't leave me."

Upon hearing this, Deirdre's body froze up completely. 'I'm not as great as Sterling, but please don't leave me.'

If other people heard this, they would find his words ridiculous. He was the golden boy who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and the person in charge of the Brighthall Group. He wore al