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.

fear. “Bri, where are you? I’m fine, but jeez, I must’ve walked under a

and walking straight into

phone, “Who’s clothes are you planning to tear to shreds?” Then the line with

been abroad because she ran away from

be through led

was ruthless. Among Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil Clements family ranked second, and Andrew was the

call cut off, and as Brielle tried to redial to check on Aubree, she backed into a w chest. The hand that now casually wrapped around her waist sported a

was he

exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over the marks on her neck betrayed his rougher side-calluses perhaps from years of

shivered under his touch, noticing another man standing behind him. Andrew

well, if it isn’t the Max’s

as Andrew She was good friends with Aubree

vodka-a high-proof alcohol

a commanding presence, like a dangerously seductive vampire out

missing those hands of yours