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.

I’m fine, but jeez, I must’ve walked under a ladder or something today. I just saw my brother. It’s all that witch’s fault. I

to town and walking

her down, a deep, foreboding male voice the phone, “Who’s

been abroad because she ran away from

be through led

Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil Clements family

Aubree, she backed into a w chest. The hand that now casually wrapped around her waist

What was he

lighting of the club, he still exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over the marks on her neck betrayed his

his touch, noticing another man standing behind him.

if it isn’t the Max’s little

was good friends with Aubree but

drink with distilled vodka-a high-proof alcohol that

a dangerously seductive

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