Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

**Max Dorsey had rigged the equipment himself.**

Brielle was stunned into silence, feeling the sting as if she were the one who had been slapped, not Alivia.

"Liar," Max spat, kneeling down to punish her again.

Tears welled up in Brielle's eyes. After what felt like forever, she watched as Max stood up, his desires now in disarray. Seeing this usually composed man lose control left her defenses shattered; she had already surrendered. She was about to speak when his fingertip slipped into her mouth, pinching the tip of her tongue. "Don't talk; I won't like what you have to say."

Her eyes, still glistening from the tears, met his. Unable to utter a word, she could only stare. Max ignored her silence and bent down to kiss away the moisture from her lips before moving on to his main course. With Max, Brielle never spoke her truth. It was best to keep her mouth shut.

As they were winding down, Brielle was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. Considering she had just been discharged from the hospital, Max held back, scooping her into his arms and preparing to leave. All the surveillance along the route had been disabled. He got into the car, holding her close.

Patrick was driving, mulling things over before deciding to spill the beans. "There are a bunch of new cameras around Pearl Estate, probably put up by the old man to keep tabs on you and Ms. Brielle," he said. "We've dealt with the ones around Premier Palace. Since you haven't been answering your phone, the old man's getting aggressive."

"Hmm, is James' family taken care of?" Max asked.

out of the country with thirty million bucks. They're in a

down and patted Brielle's cheek. "Did you

eyes closed, kept pretending

chuckled, a bit exasperated, his eyes reddening slightly. He pressed his lips together and gently put her down outside the car. "Brielle, do you really

feet had barely touched the ground when she "woke up." Sweat beaded on her forehead; she didn't dare look at

reached over and pressed her head down for a forceful kiss.

refused again, he'd lock her away in Premier Palace right then and there, since her mouth always seemed to speak in

another sharp retort, but instead, she opened the car door and climbed back in. "Patrick, could you step

dare refuse and scampered off faster

wondering what trick she was about to pull-was it a breakup, or a declaration of dislike?

scenarios: the car

nothing. Only silence from the

he didn't actually like the smell, so as his assistant, Patrick smoked even less. But with the stress of Brielle's hospitalization and Max's foul mood, he felt like he was constantly in the presence of a chilling air conditioner. Now that the two seemed to be reconciling, he wanted

scent of her shampoo intoxicating. He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing. Deadly. This vindictive little woman. Half an hour later, Brielle stepped out of the car, wiping her lips. Through the window, Max