Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Those who'd been to the casinos in Beaconsfield knew the enigma that was the man behind the curtain. You could only get an audience with him with a win of ten billion in one night.

And yet, here she was, meeting him in this most unexpected place. Naturally, Brielle couldn't help but wonder if there was something about her that he wanted.

For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what that could be.

She had an average family background and was currently tangled in a mess. Why would this shadowy figure want to meet with her?

Perhaps her wariness was all too apparent as the man let out a soft chuckle, his gaze softening. "Come, have a seat."

"Is there something you need?" Brielle stood her ground, her expression composed, while she subtly scanned her surroundings.

The door she entered was now closed. She was in a tastefully decorated garden area with no escape in sight.

"Calm down. I just wanted to let you know that I might be able to help you."

Brielle frowned. She knew that nothing in life was free. She slowly approached and stood before him.

He exuded a laid-back vibe, but it was nothing like Dustin's. Dustin was the epitome of clean, pure nonchalance.

This man's ease seemed to ooze from a place of darkness.

return?" Unsure of his intentions, she played along, trying to keep

man pointed to the seat beside him. "Take

took her seat, her mind

leaned close, his breath tickling

wanted to recoil. But showing too much fear would be a loss. It would mean she'd be at his mercy from here on out. What a

after a moment, she stood up, her gaze sharp

back, appearing unbothered by his own

kneeling obediently at his

salacious scene. "I'll give it

the door

simply a means to make a swift

"Please."

beneath the

of discomfort washing over her. As the door

heard him say, "You'll come back

a wave of anger spreading through her, but she said nothing, silently returning

roses in the car, her mood soured further. She grabbed the bouquet

it into a