Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Brielle shook her head, tears cascading down her cheeks with increased fervor. In the hours that followed, it seemed he tortured her on purpose.

“Have you done this position with him?”

“Could he make you cry like this?”

“If we’re comparing, we should do it position by position. Did you do it in the bathroom too?”

Brielle felt like she was losing her mind, torn between humiliation and the primal stirrings within her body. She never should have taunted a man in bed.

“Uncle Max, I’m so sorry.”

Her cheeks were slick with sweat as she pitifully clutched at his sleeve.

His suit jacket lay discarded at the foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though it was a rumpled mess

from their encounter.

stark contrast to The Priest.

Priest, he was like a dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being one should

so deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears, she finally managed

the man to

from her cheeks with a chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a hint of

Max, with just a few words

was filled

quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and

walked out behind Andrew, her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll

how much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa

with these female squabbles, but he still had to follow through on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield family.

given him respect, and he had to do

doesn’t have any real status in the Dorsey family. What’s there to fear? Besides, you said yourself there was no trade secret issue. I should be the one to sue her

backing her, what

Brielle and Spencer’s relationship is just for show. Spencer doesn’t even want to keep

cigarette, his sharp gaze pinning her down. Sophia’s smugness vanished as if

Chapter 90

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