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.

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

back to town and walking

phone, “Who’s clothes are you planning to tear to

had been abroad because she ran away from

be through led

prestigious famil Clements family ranked second, and Andrew

on Aubree, she backed into a w chest.

Max?” What was

detachment about him, even in his casual suit. In the dim, almost intimate lighting of the club, he still exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over the

man standing behind him. Andrew squinted

if it isn’t

didn’t know him as Andrew She was good friends with Aubree

face. Just two days ago, at this very club, she had boldly spiked Max’s drink with distilled vodka-a high-proof alcohol

dangerously

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