Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 5

Faith’s tone was icy, her words dripping with disdain as though Brielle was beneath her notice. Brielle knew that if she didn’t take action, the next call would be to the Haywoods, and then her parents would be on the line, lecturing her on her lack of charm and tact.

She was tired of being a puppet on strings. After hanging up, she texted Faith the address of the suburban mansion, Spencer’s little love nest. If Faith cared to dig, she would discover her son’s mistress.

Brielle also wondered if Faith already knew about Spencer and Lillian’s affair, which would explain her increasingly imperious attitude. Not only did Faith expect her to play the dutiful daughter-in-law within the Dorsey clan, but she also expected her to handle Spencer’s business affairs. Talk about making the most of her assets.

When Brielle arrived at Dorsey Tower and pushed open the office door, she found the entire floor eerily silent.

Everyone sat up straight, casting anxious glances toward the elevators. Whispers echoed through the cubicles.

“All the execs got called up for a meeting. Word is Mr. Dorsey’s not staying abroad this time.”

“The Wall Street Journal had a feature on him just the other day-Harvard wunderkind.”

“Looks like a shake-up at Dorsey International.”

At her desk, Brielle thought of the man who had left her bed that morning, now presiding over the top floor, and the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement.

He was sexy in bed, and just as much so in a suit and tie.

She had barely sat down when a tap on her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he skips the exec meeting, our department’s going to be in the crosshairs, right?”

was her coworker Lucinda, the only one who

on her badge, “I

eyes, followed by a deeply hidden disdain. “Isn’t he your fiancé? Really? With your looks, you can’t even keep a

her sleeve, but it

Dorsey International, you could randomly throw a brick, and it would hit a high-achieving graduate from an Ivy League school. However, not everyone had her stunning

Chapter 5

mall last week. Don’t tell me you got two-timed?” Lucinda’s pity hinted at the

organized her documents,

emerged, suave in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and smoothed out any wrinkles-clearly, last night’s indulgences had taken their

handed him the organized

to the private elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting with me.” She

atmosphere on the top floor was

shiver of dread as he entered the boardroom and met the cold gaze of the man by the window. He greeted

the main seat was a large French window. Max sat there, like a tree covered

the directors rigid

lips together in a small smile, meeting Max’s impassive stare. He really was a different

found a seat, regretting

filled with countless receipts of personal expenses-luxury cars, villas, furniture, rugs-charged to the company

swept over everyone,

regret for arriving late and being

tapping the

but with many Dorseys present, he couldn’t

“For my fiancée.”