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.”

happened, he might not intervene.

and he and Aubree are technically siblings. What kind of relationship is that?

many responses from Max, but none as cold as

a cocktail of hormones that create the

a

well. Usually full of passion and allure, Aubree would only soften and pull in her sharp edges when she was around Andrew. If she

was Max’s own rationality-his

love is just an illusion, then why

his point, but Max remained unfazed. “It’s oxytocin and vasopressin at

tie and

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she felt a little solace in

down on his collarbone, she licked the beads of blood that

his hand cradling the back of her head, facilitating her