Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 594

Brielle was worried that Patrick might walk in on them at any moment. Such a scene could be quite shocking for the poor guy.

Max’s hand gently pressed against her waist, his voice a smooth baritone, “Don’t get distracted.”

“But what if Patrick-”

“Patrick wouldn’t be so clueless.”

That was all it took for Brielle’s resolve to crumble, her head resting against his chest. Who would’ve thought that the formidable Mr. Dorsey would flirt with a woman in his office, and in such a tender tone, no less?

Her cheeks flushed. Her fiery confidence when challenging the executives earlier was nowhere to be found.

Max’s breathing became uneven as he swept her off her feet and carried her into the adjoining lounge.

“Max, are you really gonna–mmph.” She couldn’t get another word out. It seemed she had been leaving him dry too long–here they were, getting reckless in the office.

The couch in the lounge was soft, and Brielle didn’t dare look at him. The orange sunset and clear blue sky were on full display through the floor–to–ceiling windows. On the sunlit floor lay scattered clothes and the unmistakable scent of sex.

She should stop him, but she lacked the strength to resist. They had both been so busy lately that finding time during the day to be together like this was rare.

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hours of thoroughly mollifying the CEO, Brielle sensed he was still hungry for more, and she quickly got up from the couch. “There’s a ton of work

a light chuckle escaping him. Was he really

I’m sure you’re swamped, too. Did everything go alright with Martha last

laughter in Max’s eyes. “Business as usual.”

that last injection. Afterward, they made sure her food was laced with drugs to lower her

relief; no trouble from Martha was good news. She glanced back at him and found Max propped up against the pillows, the epitome of casual elegance. It wasn’t the first time they’d sex, yet Brielle still felt a flush of heat on

“So, I’m leaving?”

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Chapter 594

Patrick

need, I drove

his fingertip brushing his

far from the saintly image

deep breath, she leaned in and quickly pecked his lips. “I’m really off now. I’ve

down her in a long, beautiful arc, chilly and aloof yet irresistibly

stepped out of the office to bump into Sydney,

luscious. Brielle must have worn only a hint of lipstick earlier, but now, it was all gone–clearly kissed