Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 15

Brielle was dragging her into the bustling crowd of the bar. “Aubree, if you start a fight, she’ll just end up crying on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Damn! As if I’m afraid of him!”

Brielle knew Aubree wasn’t scared. Hell, she herself wanted to slap Lillian. But this was a nightclub, a regular haunt for the city’s elite. If Aubree and Spencer had a showdown, tomorrow’s headlines would be all about them. The Dorsey family and the Clements family would be dragged through the mud.

“Isn’t your brother going to be on your case if you make a scene?”

At that, Aubree clammed up, her cheeks burning red with frustration.

The dance floor was packed and the DJ had just dropped a beat-heavy track that whipped the crowd into a frenzy. The two of them got separated in the commotion.

Left with no other choice, Brielle found a quiet corner in the hallway to call Aubree.

at the entrance and felt a shiver of fear. “Bri, where are you? I’m fine, but jeez, I must’ve walked under a ladder or something today. I

to town and walking

calm her down, a deep, foreboding male voice the phone, “Who’s clothes

been abroad because she

be through led

ruthless. Among Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil

redial to check on Aubree, she backed into a w chest. The hand that now casually wrapped around her waist sported a rosary.

was

intimate lighting of the club, he still exuded a

noticing another man standing behind him. Andrew

isn’t the Max’s little

Andrew She was good friends with Aubree but had never visited the Clements

Just two days ago, at this very club, she had boldly spiked Max’s drink with distilled vodka-a high-proof alcohol that could floor even the most seasoned drinker.

like a dangerously seductive

guarantee you’ll be missing those