Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Sitting beside Andrew, Dustin’s ears pricked up every time Andrew fondly mentioned “Little Canary,” stirring a slight discomfort within him.

Max said that Brielle wouldn’t go, and he took the phone back.

“Mr. Dorsey.”

Loosening the buttons on his tailored suit, a smile danced on Dustin’s lips. “I’m only in Beaconsfield for three days. Surely, Mr. Dorsey, you’re not so petty as to hide your treasures?”

He pulled out a box of matches, specially crafted with tiny red heads and white bodies. With a single strike, a pale flame emerged.

Dustin often preferred matches to lighters; they seemed to hold more character.

Lighting one up, he touched the flame to his cigarette.

Max’s expression turned frosty, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the beads on his wrist. “She’s my little canary, and if I wish to keep her hidden, she stays hidden.

Dustin squinted his eyes. If it wasn’t for Max personally saying such words, he would never believe that someone like Max would care about a woman like this.

He smiled. “Mr. Dorsey, if you’re so intent on caging her, haven’t you considered that your little canary might wish to fly out and explore? I happen to have a far more splendid cage at my place, yet to find its mistress.”

The insinuation was clear: You may see her as a canary, but I could make her a queen.

The air tensed sharply, prompting even Andrew to frown in disapproval.

After a moment of silence, Max hung up the call.

Mr. Dorsey won’t be in the mood for a drink tonight.”

twitched. “Are you seriously interested in her? Secondhand goods

with contempt. “Fun for a fling, sure, but hardly Infinity

pleases me, it matters not who

Unsure whether Dustin was joking or serious. he didn’t appreciate the thought of someone poaching from his friend’s

could speak, the room’s door swung open, and

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didn’t expect company: this booth was usually Andrew’s private spot.

caught her eye and gave her a roguish

the side, gestured towards Dustin. “Aubree, why don’t you sit next to

long minute before slowly approaching Dustin.

no time in pulling Aubree

sister to Andrew?”

around his glass, fighting an unwelcome twinge

wasn’t one to turn down an attractive company

her striking features.

a path from her ear down her

seethed, her hands clenching at

a bottle, took a swig, then clasped Aubree’s chin, feeding her mouth–to–mouth.

tears welled up in Aubree’s

pulling her closer. “You look much better flushed. Mr. Clements, how about she keeps me

to interject, but

matter, “Whatever you wish, Mr.