Derek Delgado Shameless Novels & Stories

"Derek, you cheat on me and somehow I’m the one who owes you? Should I be thanking you for your generosity? "If your company weren’t crashing, you wouldn’t be lowering yourself to call me, would you? Spare me the act. "You’re the first man I’ve ever met who can justify his own infidelity and still blame someone else for it. Truly impressive." She had underestimated just how shameless some people could be. Derek was a complete disgrace. And the more she thought about it, the more certain she became—leaving him had been the best decision she’d ever made. "Selena, stop acting like you’re too good for me. With your kind of reputation, who else would even want you?"

The door closed softly behind them, leaving the two of them alone. The room fell into an uneasy silence. The ticking of the wall clock sounded unnaturally loud. Cheesy clutched the blazer tightly around her trembling frame, eyes downcast. Daryl stood before her, his chest heaving with anger. “You’ve really become cheap, haven’t you? Seriously—just for one billion? You were willing to expose yourself like that? Is your dignity worth so little?” Cheesy slowly lifted her face. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly ahead, and then a faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Yes. My dignity is worth nothing compared to one billion, Mr. Daryl.”

I could still smell the last of James’s cigar from earlier, mixed with mine, mixed with the sour taste of swallowing my own pride. “What information?” I asked. “Don’t act stupid—it doesn’t suit you,” Delgado rasped. “But if you want to pretend, you can get your answers in person.” He said softly. “Assuming you actually make the drive. Three hours is not a suggestion. It is the size of my patience tonight. And my patience, as you know, has already been tested.” “If she’s hurt—” “She is frightened,” he cut in, almost bored. “That is not the same as damaged. Yet. Whether it stays that way depends on how quickly you remember your manners and how useful that information of yours actually is.”

“I've had enough of your face around here, woman. I warned you but you didn't listen.” My jaw clenched. What was he rambling about? He leaned closer, hissing in my face. “I want you to do something and get the fuck out of my face. Just one favour, you thief. Tell them what you are, especially Arthur.” I laughed in a sharp way. “You think they don’t know?” He flinched. “You think Arthur doesn’t already know what I am? I wear my shame like a coat, Derek. But you?” I let my eyes drift down on him with disgust. “You are a living coat of secrets. What would happen if one of your secrets gets out?

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.

Chief Onapuruagu turned and left. At that moment, Delma wanted the grounds to open and swallow her. Although the smile on her face hid it. Everyone could see the shame in her eyes and body language. His words wounded her. It made her feel like a man hunter, or, worse yet, the foolish woman she had been..to think..to think Chief Onapuruagu would fall for her cheap tricks.

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.