Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 123

Brielle couldn’t resist. She stealthily lifted her hand and gently ran her fingers through his hair. His strands were slightly coarse, a bit prickly to the touch, and the coolness slithered from her fingertips like a serpent, unhesitatingly burrowing into her heart.

A man’s head, a woman’s waist – they were territories marked for intimacy.

A softness crept into Brielle’s eyes, and she greedily lingered a few more seconds than she should have, caressing his hair. She whispered his name in her heart, and with a subtle sigh, she drew her hand back.

The afternoon sun was warm, casting a golden glow throughout the room.

Their breathing slowed, both lulled by the tranquility. Brielle had pulled an all–nighter just the evening before, and after a visit to the orphanage, drowsiness was claiming her. Her eyelids fluttered shut, instinctively nuzzling closer to Max.

Dark circles barely shadowed her eyes as Max glanced at her, reaching for a throw blanket nearby. If someone had told him that he’d end up lying in the office break room with a woman, he would’ve scoffed at the absurdity. The office was for work, the break room a place for him to recharge in private, strictly off–limits to others. But now, a simple tilt of his head brought Brielle’s face into view.

The experience was novel. He couldn’t quite pinpoint his feelings for Brielle.

Michael used to say that Max was smart, but would never learn how to love.

She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, taking a

rose, listening for any signs of activity outside. If she ran into the executives in a meeting with Max, it would be like being caught red–handed, impossible to explain away, even

all was quiet. She stepped out with confidence, only to lock eyes with Tiffanie, who sat on the couch with a lollipop in her mouth, idly flipping through a finance magazine. Tiffanie’s mouth dropped open, the candy

of shock and disbelief. “You’ve been sleeping in

room?”

questioning the reality before her. Even though she knew Max and Brielle had hooked up, Max had a serious obsession with cleanliness in certain areas, especially in the office, a place of gravity. Some other rich guys in the

it into the trash. “Who would’ve thought Maxie

“Tiffanie, what brings you here?”

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Chapter 123

“It’s my birthday. Came to get

wished her a happy birthday,

that actor I fancied? Turned out he was too eager, no challenge at all. Just sickening how

disgust about the