Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 871

Chapter 871

Aubree's hand was wrapped in his, the touch cold as if he'd been out in the early spring chill for too long.

"Day after tomorrow's Mom's birthday," he said, his voice a mix of command and plea. "She asked me to tell you. Come home for dinner, will you?"

The response was a door slamming shut.

Andrew had never respected her before. Whenever he wanted her, a single phone call was all it took. No matter what she was doing, she had to be there in thirty minutes, showered and clean. He wasn't one for foreplay either; always straight to the point for his own satisfaction.

After he was done, he'd return to Tessa, all lovey-dovey, buying her gifts, asking if she was warm enough.

Andrew had experienced the ultimate pleasure with her, and now he was reaping the most unbearable pain.

He stood outside her door, not daring to enter even though he knew her passcode by heart. He understood this place didn't welcome him anymore.

After entering her apartment, Aubree poured herself a glass of water to calm her nerves.

A hot shower later, she felt a bit more like herself.

bed, sleep eluded her,

closed, seemingly asleep. Aubree felt tears welling up. She used

it was Andrew's turn to be humbled, her desire for

she slept peacefully, without the usual midnight awakening

was gone. Rewinding the security footage, she saw he'd

was a tender one,

I.n

friend Brielle would say. Despite her dazzling and rebellious exterior she had a softness inside her. Otherwise,

not expecting to see Keiran there, chatting amicably with a

pleasure to meet

Aubree realized she

was about to speak up, the elevator dinged, and Brielle

evening's fatigue. Earlier, Donny had called to say Keiran would be at the

nearly

from yesterday, Brielle

by Keiran's side, chuckling and patting his

to any undertones, laughed and returned

with a clanging noise. After a brief greeting with Chase and Aubree, she quickly ushered Keiran into her office and