Derek Delgado Shameless 소설 & 이야기

Instead of feeling offended by Leona's insults, Derick laughed in amusement and even admitted it openly. "It doesn't matter if I'm considered a pervert. As long as I can touch you freely like this, I'm fine even if you insult me." replied Derick straightforwardly, completely shameless. Leona shook her head as she chuckled. In the next split second, she shuddered in horror as she again felt Derick's fingers caress, even play with, the surface of her skin. "Hey, Derick! Aren't you afraid that Damien catches you being rude to me like this?"

Instead of putting an end to this humiliation, he was trying to silence me. Did everyone expect me to stand there and let Derek destroy my reputation without fighting back? Not a chance. I let out a cold, mocking laugh before turning back to Derek. "A cheating whore is calling someone else a whore?" I sneered. "That's rich coming from the man who spreads his legs for favors and climbs his way up by using other people's beds." Derek's smug smile disappeared completely, for the first time since I'd walked into the gym, uncertainty flickered across his face.

Giselle sobbed, the tears finally streaming down her ruined makeup. "You are not my wife, you are a curse!" Darel spat, his words cutting her deeper than any knife. "Look at yourself! You come here, you fall over your own feet, and you make my entire company the laughingstock of New York! You are nothing but a shameful, embarrassing joke to me!" Before Giselle could speak, the service door opened slightly. Julia Lee stepped out into the alleyway, holding Darel’s silk coat. She looked down at Giselle, who was shivering and broken on the pavement, and her lips curled into a triumphant, venomous smile.

He's pretending it's about privacy, but he's obviously trying to scam free meals without the restaurant owners knowing where he lives. [So he's got the guts to scam people but not the guts to admit it? What a joke.] Perhaps he was too embarrassed to stay. Derek left the group chat entirely, but his retaliation against me was far from over.

And for the first time since I had arrived at the party, Derek's mask completely crumbled. I could see the real him underneath. Not the drunk, angry boy who had been walking away from me. Not the manipulative blackmailer. Not the cocky hockey player. Just Derek. Vulnerable and broken and horrified by what he had done. "I am sorry," he whispered one more time.

I was breaking, torn apart by my opposed feelings, because as much as I wanted to deny that every portion of me hated this and didn’t want his cock inside of me, he was hitting my G spot just perfectly and his moans… damn it, his moans were making my clit throb. “You’re shameless, Dexter, fucking shameless. You framed and disgraced me in front of everyone today, called me a slut, watched your insane girlfriend kick me, and laughed with them when you knew the bloody truth. How dare you even show your face after what you did, after lying?!”

Deliana offers as she stands up, opens her purse, and gives him a ticket for the London runner-up VIP event. As he leaves the restaurant and gets into his car, Liam mutters, "Trying to make you a personal partner was hopeless. Deli." "Dude, can you fly to London for the runner-up show tomorrow?" Liam questions Derick about the person who was exposed in front of the mirror. "Ouch!! What about the work? "Derick growls as he shaves while his chin bleeds. "Need you here" was left dangling. Liam revs his engine to rush down to the restaurant as the phone disconnects.

Even my fans became her fans. She stole it all. And I lost it. “No, no—hear me out. Derek is not what you think he is. He’s a manipulator, abuser, and very morally wrong. He violated me, ruined every pride I had left as a woman…don’t let him do that to you. Don’t—“ She kept rambling on and on and fucking on like a chatterbox. “You—“

A hockey star was a hockey star, and they all bled the same brand of arrogance. Except Derek had claimed Santiago never scented anyone. The viral photo of their kiss hadn't just blown up; it had detonated. If a ghost like Santiago Vega suddenly went public with a mate, the pack world would notice. Was he actually solitary, or just better at hiding the bodies? "I can’t fucking believe you!" The roar shattered the quiet of the Team Parking Zone. Derek Coleman wasn't just shouting; he was a walking landslide, storming toward the fence. He looked frayed, his Bobcats jersey damp with sweat and failure.