Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 88

“Brielle! Open up right now!” Anger and humiliation churned within, a tempest raging in his chest.

Brielle lounged on the couch, making no move toward the door, her arms instead wrapped around Max’s neck.

Max glanced down at her, easing her hands away, “Not going to answer the door?”

Brielle snorted with amusement, pointing first at him, then back to herself, “So that he can find out that the almighty Mr. Dorsey has graced us mere mortals with his presence to personally attend to an employee?”

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

“Bang! Bang!”

The pounding on the door persisted, a clear sign that if the door wasn’t opened, the knocking would become a permanent fixture.

Brielle grabbed her phone and quickly powered it down. Outside, Spencer indeed began

irritation flickering in his eyes. In truth, the specific reason he had ended up in Lillian’s arms was now a blur. He only remembered drinking and

and her whispering, “If

being in his favor was a blessing, yet Brielle

up?” His tone was clipped, leaning casually against the door, devoid of his

Lillian tread lightly, “Spencer, have you gone to

unwilling to break

Spencer, prompting a swift denial. “No, I’m at the Dorsey estate.

his words were crystal

eyebrow arched, her fingers idly twirling Max’s tie. “Uncle

down, careful

lies continued. “Just some work stuff. Max can

close at that face, which must be a happiness in itself. She felt her mouth dry out, suspecting every woman probably

dine privately with Max? Does he know about

almost responded, but the second question made him explode. “Why should he know about Brielle’s affairs? They hardly speak, maybe cross paths at work, but his world revolves around his job. When has he ever looked at a