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.”

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

imagined many responses from Max, but none as cold as

people interact, they release a cocktail of hormones that create the illusion

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if he were a deity, observing the world’s entanglements as nothing more than fleeting distractions. Brielle was overcome with a chill. She knew Aubree all too well. Usually full of passion and allure, Aubree would

anticipated was Max’s own rationality-his

just an illusion, then

oxytocin and vasopressin at work. Even our

through her. In a sudden move, she grabbed his tie and

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she felt a little solace

his collarbone, she licked the beads of blood that surfaced, “Uncle Max, did you study economics

his hand cradling the back of her head, facilitating her nipping. “Economics and law. Psychology