Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 57

Choking on his words, Brielle shifted her gaze to the road ahead, swiftly changing the subject, “I’ve got plans later tonight, can you drop me off somewhere?”

Dustin, eyes closed, didn’t respond.

Only when the car came to a stop did Brielle realize they were at Dustin’s private villa, a retreat he used for entertaining his ladies.

She stood hesitantly at the spacious entrance, feeling a strong resistance to stepping inside. The peculiar chair placed amid the flower stands seemed to her like some kind of kinky accessory.

This guy had a reputation as questionable as Tiffanie’s. Brielle thought Tiffanie was outrageous, but Dustin was proving to be a whole new level of scandalous.

An array of exotic professional gadgets was on display, complete with a swing that seemed to cater to every conceivable fantasy.

Brielle’s expression grew more bizarre by the second, finally settling on a grand piano near the entrance that looked incredibly valuable.

couldn’t

answered seriously, then walked

guy wasn’t

his demeanor instantly transformed to one of

door opened to admit a flurry of people – a professional styling

“Go get changed.”

“Me?”

she was just a spur-of-the-moment interest for him, was now being instructed to change. It couldn’t possibly mean he was planning to take her to an auction. But she was indeed ushered into a dressing room by the

gown, Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Not bad, you

for the occasion. Brielle was curious about the degree of trauma this

1/2

on her face. Feeling the need to break the odd silence, she picked up

America in attendance. Dustin’s handwriting fetched

played on Dustin’s lips, amused that she knew even this. Clearly, she kept

a different symphony. Sometimes, with

in her life.