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.

“Bri, where are you? I’m fine, but jeez, I

and walking straight

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

been abroad because she ran away

be through led

Among Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil Clements family ranked second, and Andrew

to check on Aubree, she backed into a w chest. The hand that now casually wrapped around her waist sported a rosary. She

What was he

a regal

man standing behind

well, if it isn’t the Max’s

friends

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

had a commanding presence, like a dangerously seductive vampire out of a gothic

him now, or I guarantee you’ll be missing those hands of yours soon.” The