Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 21

The threat in his words sent a shiver down Brielle’s spine. She was facing a man who had long held power, whose presence was so commanding it could make her tremble.

Instinctively, she leaned closer to Max, and when they were finally alone in the booth, she swallowed hard, her voice laced with anxiety, “Uncle Max, you’ll talk him out of it, right?”

The marks on her neck were still visible under the dim lights, hinting at a possibility of sensuality.

Brielle wouldn’t mind if something happened between them in this private booth. After all, the privacy here was impeccable, and she doubted any waiter would come in to interrupt.

She reached out, her hand seeking warmth, but all she found was the cold glass of her drink.

“Go back,” he said, his gaze indifferent as he draped his suit jacket over her shoulders again, “Stay out of Andrew and Aubree’s business.”

was clear-if she meddled and something happened, he might

that? If Andrew’s influence on Aubree is inevitable, then Aubree’s feelings for

many responses from Max, but none

a cocktail of hormones that

a

fleeting distractions. Brielle was overcome with a chill. She knew Aubree all too well. Usually full of passion and allure, Aubree

was Max’s own rationality-his complete

just an illusion, then why do people

was desperate to find examples to counter his point, but Max remained unfazed. “It’s oxytocin and vasopressin

draft sweep through her. In a sudden move, she grabbed his tie and pushed him down onto the couch. She didn’t

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she felt a little solace in

on his collarbone, she licked the beads of blood that surfaced, “Uncle Max, did you study economics

neck slightly, his hand cradling the back of her head, facilitating her nipping.