Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 193

Dustin sat down in frustration, furrowing his brows tightly. He heard a soft, delicate voice from beside him, “Mr. Lynch, you and Brielle…”

Tessa couldn’t help but succumb to another coughing fit, her cheeks flushing with the effort.

Dustin raised an eyebrow and let out a lazy grin, stretching his legs onto the coffee table. “Brielle? Brielle just makes me feel familiar. It’s Aubree I’m really into. Eve got the whole scene planned out in my head. Just the other day, I had a brief chat with Brielle about art. She seemed to dig my vibe. Wonder if Aubree would feel the same.

His words left nothing to the imagination. Tessa frowned. So, Brielle had snagged another one on her overseas escapades. She hated to admit it, but Brielle was a looker. Such a shame, though, just another woman men played with.

Dustin stood up, his gaze sweeping past Andrew with a smirk. “Mr. Clements is one lucky guy. having such a pretty sister and an attractive fiancée.”

Tessa felt a pang of discomfort. She and Aubree were nothing alike. If it hadn’t been for Aubree’s stroke of luck, being taken in by the Clements family as a foster child, she wouldn’t have been in Andrew’s league at all.

But to Andrew, Dustin’s words seemed to hint that he knew about his relationship with Aubree. He chuckled. “Mr. Lynch, didn’t you just say you didn’t mind used goods?”

Dustin’s brow furrowed. He always knew he played the field, but Andrew seemed even less principled, blatantly so.

of a woman’s heart occupied by another while in his bed. Romance and love are

well. She wasn’t like the others. He

and Max? That was going nowhere fast. Ignoring Max’s obvious cluelessness in the matter, Michael was a huge obstacle in itself. Maybe once they split, he could swoop in and score some points with

deciding not to fall into the pit Max had dug. “I really don’t mind,

room number, and I’ll pass it to Aubree.

need. I’m not one

out of Tequila Sunset, lighting a cigarette, and slid into his

1/2

14:15

Chapter 195

Nearby stood Max.

help but smirk as he drove up. “Mr. Dorsey, a man of your

the way. Never mind, then. Is the designated driver Mr. Dorsey called on the way?

pulled up.

she left

she come back?