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, tossing and

through the peephole. Andrew was still there, slumped against the wall, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Aubree felt

humbled,

a sleepless night. Yet, somehow, knowing someone was out there, she slept peacefully, without the usual midnight awakening to the gloom of an

the security footage, she saw he'd left at 5:30 AM,

was a tender

I.n

exterior she had a softness inside her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have hung on to Andrew,

Entertainment, not expecting to see Keiran there, chatting amicably with a man

Aubree, a pleasure to meet

furrowed brow, Aubree

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

recovered from the previous evening's fatigue. Earlier, Donny had called to

was nearly ready

Andrew's words from yesterday, Brielle felt uneasy

chuckling and patting his shoulder

undertones, laughed

with Chase and Aubree, she