Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 622

Brielle needed an outlet, but she hadn’t chosen Max.

Max settled her into the car, fastening the seatbelt with a click that sounded like commitment. Her eyes, clouded with confusion from the alcohol, fluttered open and met his. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.

Trying to balance her woozy frame, she leaned in for a kiss, but Max deftly placed a hand in front of her lips. The scent of liquor was overwhelming.

Brielle blinked and, resigning to the barrier, pressed her lips to his palm instead.

That simple act sent a ticklish sensation coursing through Max, a feeling that burrowed into his pores and settled deep within him. He withdrew his hand, hiding it behind his back as if to capture that fleeting moment forever.

Slumped in her seat, Brielle seemed on the edge of slumber. But then, a warm kiss brushed her lips. “This one’s on the house,” he said, his voice a casual note as he secured the seatbelt properly and stood up to leave.

Brielle caught him. Her mind was a foggy swirl, and her eyes gathered a misty haze. “Where’s Mr. Lynch?”

Max stiffened, a cocktail of irritation and annoyance brewing inside him. He gripped her chin and, with the sleeve of his suit, wiped her lips, erasing the kiss as if it never happened.

She was drunk and still thinking of someone else.

lips felt raw. A frown creased her brow, and she murmured,

grip, Max stormed off to the

and her head bobbing close to him. Max tried to contain his temper, but

he carried her straight to the master

bathtub, he stripped Brielle down without ceremony and placed her in the water. Drunk as she was, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson,

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Chapter 622

He leaned in for a kiss but was met with resistance and a sudden rush of nausea

contents unpleasantly adorning Max’s suit pants.

but he simply massaged his temples

a polite smile and

Mr. Dorsey?” she said, her words laced with

Max. Drunk, he was Mr. Dorsey.

expression darkened. He showered and changed into his pajamas, then, with unpracticed hands, began to wash her hair. His

never done this before, so deal with it,” Max snapped back.

blur, and she suggested,