Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 701

It wasn’t Max who came through the door, but Annie.

Annie looked surprised to see her. “Ms. Brielle?”

Brielle nodded, watching as Annie walked straight to the desk, scooped up a hair clip, and slipped it into her purse. “Aren’t you heading out, Ms. Brielle?”

“The socializing isn’t over yet?”

Both asked at the same time.

Annie chuckled, “Not yet, probably another fifteen minutes or so. I got a call from my godfather, so I left early. Ms. Brielle, I passed your message on to Max. I’ve got to run now. I was worried you’d be waiting too long. Maybe give him a call to check in?”

Annie knew their phones were out of reach and messages couldn’t be delivered, so she dared to say so. She wanted to make Brielle feel more frustrated and more uncomfortable.

“Sure, thanks for the heads up.”

Brielle sat on the couch, helplessly watching the hair clip disappear into Annie’s bag as she departed, leaving the office quiet once

more.

evening. If Max was going to come back to work late, this would be the time. She started out lounging on the couch but gradually sat up straight with hands on her knees and a nervous sweat forming on her palms. Even as her back began

a grin spreading across her face as the door closed. “Murray, I’ve managed to stir up trouble between Brielle and Max again.

from a box beside her and popped it into her mouth. Murray’s gaze on her was tender as if she were just a mischievous little girl. No matter how

candy, Annie leaned in close, turned Murray’s face towards her, and passed the sweet from

melting, his breath quivering, and his voice growing hoarse with desire. He was lost in her

to the

back, legs propped up, her eyes full of

fantastic mood today.”

night before. But he was so meek, so cautious, that he only dared to steal

his look

he got out, opened the back door, and slid in beside Annie. She said nothing, watched him sit down, and

in her buoyant mood, Annie had no desire for sex, so she frowned slightly. “Haven’t I told you,

know? Be

a crestfallen look, reluctantly released her. He returned to the driver’s seat and pressed the accelerator. The car glided forward

might as well have been a teenager. She seemed like a girl who had grown up sheltered, but Murray knew all too well