Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1372

Bryan squinted, feeling the grip on his collar tighten. With Irene perched on a high bar stool, he feared pushing her away might send her tumbling backward. Irene had been with plenty of men, so her kissing skills were top-notch. She glanced down, spotting the bulge in his pants, and chuckled. So, it was all an act.

She let go just as a man approached the bar, ordering the most expensive drink. "Miss, your dancing is amazing. Let me buy you a drink."

Irene, with her cheek propped up on her slender fingers, traced lazy circles on the bar, her movements suggestively intimate.

The man signaled for Bryan to mix the drink. Without hesitation, Bryan skillfully prepared a cocktail and set it in front of Irene. The man discreetly dropped a pill into the drink, a move Bryan noticed.

He figured Irene was aware, too, so he didn't interfere and went on to serve other customers. However, when he returned half an hour later, Irene had finished her drink. She was now leaning on the bar, cheeks flushed, while the man beside her was getting too close for comfort.

Bryan's temper flared, and he grabbed the man's wrist. "What's the problem? Can't I help my own girlfriend?" the man snapped.

Bryan narrowed his eyes. "She's my friend, and you two just met."

The man scoffed, "Coming to a bar dressed like that, she's obviously looking for a good time. She agreed to spend the night with me."

at Bryan. The man tried to wrap his arm around her waist, but Irene grabbed

a man right now, and

the man believed they knew each other well and cursed under his breath. Damn! So he

another mixologist, and helped her towards

smiled and pointed at her chest. "Here. It's

felt a pang in his chest, unsure if she was just flirting. In the restroom, she locked the door and started

Bryan protested, his back

slowly, inch by inch. Outside, the sounds of

and strangers'

but none

in

He pulled her up,

curse. The restroom stayed locked for a long time until

were disheveled.