Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 666

Aubree sensed something off–kilter with her emotions. “Bri, it’s been ages since we hit up a bar. How about we swing by Tequila Sunset tonight?”

She couldn’t keep feeling nauseous at the mere sight of men. She needed to snap out of it, pronto. And where better to find a crowd of men than at Tequila Sunset?

Brielle was taken aback. She remembered Ricardo’s words – Aubree couldn’t stand being around men right now, except for Ricardo, that is.

Brielle, still nursing a hangover from last night, knew she couldn’t indulge in drinks again so soon. But accompanying Aubree for a night out, just to sit and chat, that she could do. “Bri, Mr. Lynch will be there too.”

Dustin was in town?

Remembering the research institute being mentioned in the news, Brielle wasn’t surprised. Dustin was always on the move, flitting from one place to another.

After hanging up, Brielle thought to notify Max. As someone still reeling from last night’s binge, the last thing she needed was Max getting wind of her bar plans–he’d be livid.

However, the scene she witnessed the previous night weighed on her, and the words exchanged still felt murky in her mind. Was Max the kind of guy to pull a bait–and–switch with a stand–in? Would he have given her that rosary if he was truly smitten with Annie?

There had to be pieces of the puzzle she was missing.

Brielle hurried through her work at Stellar Stage Entertainment and headed home, intent on digging out the rosary. She wasn’t sure what to say by way of apology. Their last misunderstanding had her seeking him out, rosary in tow. Maybe wearing it now would help cool his temper. Perhaps she should wear it constantly from here on out.

to be found. She was certain she’d left it at home. How

the exact date it went missing, the property management was less than helpful. “Ms. Brielle, maybe you should just report it to the police or, better yet, install a camera

too daunting, and it was not

services.

would she say if Max suddenly asked her to wear

considered the miscommunication from last night and this morning’s slap. Now the rosary was also missing–how would she

rubbed her temples and glanced at the clock. Time was ticking, so she rushed off

vehicle in the distance–Max’s. Max, accompanied by Patrick and Annie, was shaking hands with a man in his forties. They acknowledged each other with a nod and

few minutes before her

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Dustin’s voice. He was fresh from some formal event and opened the

in his formal attire, it seemed he had just come

are

sweat glistened on his forehead. “It’s nothing. Just

was anything but minor. And yet, here he was at the bar.

some pretty boy with

troubles, but Dustin added, “That pretty boy looks familiar. Can’t place

before and has a memorable face. You’ve probably crossed paths.”

back, trying to steady his

go