Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 67

Max lowered his head towards the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys. Even in the confines of a luxury car, he was still engaged in a video conference with the executives back home.

Noticing Brielle’s movement, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered, “Quiet down, will you?”

He had already muted the microphone on his end. He could hear the corporate bigwigs’ reports, but they couldn’t catch a peep from his side.

Brielle’s heart felt like it had been struck by something, regretting her impulsiveness. She tried to stealthily withdraw her hand, but he caught it and pressed it against the leather

seat.

–

There was warmth on one side, coolness on the other this extreme intimacy brewing in the dim light. Her remaining rationale was nearly exhausted.

Worried that her own heartbeat would betray her, she quickly propped her head up with one hand and pretended to gaze out the window. The fleeting lights cast alternating shadows on her face.

Andrew, watching the scene unfold, was incredibly peeved, his brow furrowing enough to crush a fly. After a moment, his face contorted indescribably, “Brielle, have you no shame?”

it was clear how slutty

private.

cared about shame, I probably wouldn’t have ended

first time, his face cycling through various shades before he finally pulled back, deciding to

said a word, clearly

sulked for a while before feeling unbearably stifled. “Max,

and surely many would be heading to The Sky

floor-to-ceiling windows, one could look down and trample the city’s glitz underfoot. If it were a snowy winter’s night, the view was

elite circles stemmed

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conquering not just her, but the city itself.

Max replied nonchalantly, as if the glitz and glamour couldn’t catch his

he was, the more she longed to see him in disarray,

to The Sky Lounge alone, while Brielle accompanied Max back to

Brielle had taken her bath, she could hear him

Mr. Hatfield wishes to meet. They’ve booked