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.

a stark contrast to

dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being

regretted her actions so deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears,

the man to

tears from her cheeks with a chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice

was Max, with just a few words he could make one long to live for him, or die

apartment was filled with

was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called trade secrets? Andrew had said he wouldn’t pursue it, so naturally,

her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll definitely put in a good word for you with my

much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew

on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield family.

he had to

stiffened, her lips pursing in reluctance. “She doesn’t have any real status in the Dorsey family. What’s there to fear? Besides, you said yourself there was no

her, what did she have

show.

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

Chapter 90

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