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.

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

and walking straight into trouble

calm her down, a deep, foreboding male voice the phone, “Who’s clothes are you planning to tear to shreds?” Then the

because she ran away from

be through led

prestigious famil

chest. The

What was

exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over

touch, noticing another man standing behind him. Andrew squinted at her, amusement flickering in his

well, if it isn’t the Max’s

She was good friends with Aubree but had never visited

spiked Max’s drink with distilled vodka-a high-proof alcohol that could floor even the most seasoned

commanding presence, like a dangerously

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