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.

shiver of fear. “Bri, where are you? I’m fine, but

to town and walking straight into

her down, a deep, foreboding male voice the phone, “Who’s clothes are you planning

had been abroad because she ran

be through led

Among Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil Clements

backed into a w chest. The hand that now casually wrapped around her

What was

In the dim, almost intimate lighting of the club, he still exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over the marks on her neck betrayed his rougher

behind him. Andrew squinted at her, amusement flickering in

if it isn’t

was good friends with Aubree

vodka-a high-proof alcohol that could floor even the most seasoned drinker. As she was helping a tipsy Max out,

a commanding presence, like a dangerously seductive vampire out of

him now, or I guarantee you’ll be missing those hands