Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 21

The threat in his words sent a shiver down Brielle’s spine. She was facing a man who had long held power, whose presence was so commanding it could make her tremble.

Instinctively, she leaned closer to Max, and when they were finally alone in the booth, she swallowed hard, her voice laced with anxiety, “Uncle Max, you’ll talk him out of it, right?”

The marks on her neck were still visible under the dim lights, hinting at a possibility of sensuality.

Brielle wouldn’t mind if something happened between them in this private booth. After all, the privacy here was impeccable, and she doubted any waiter would come in to interrupt.

She reached out, her hand seeking warmth, but all she found was the cold glass of her drink.

“Go back,” he said, his gaze indifferent as he draped his suit jacket over her shoulders again, “Stay out of Andrew and Aubree’s business.”

implication was clear-if she meddled and something happened, he might not intervene. Knowing

and looked up at him, “Andrew is engaged to Tessa, and he and Aubree are technically siblings. What kind of relationship is that? If Andrew’s influence on Aubree is inevitable, then Aubree’s feelings for him are either hate or love. Clearly, it’s the latter. I don’t want my friend to

Max, but none as cold as his

dopamine-when people interact, they release a cocktail of hormones that create

a

all too well. Usually full of passion and allure,

own rationality-his complete disbelief in love’s

an illusion, then

“It’s oxytocin and vasopressin

move, she grabbed his tie and pushed him down onto the

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him, she felt a little solace in

collarbone, she licked the beads of blood that surfaced, “Uncle Max, did

slightly, his hand cradling the back of her