Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1392

Tiffanie quietly tidied up the trash by the door, then, dragging her little suitcase behind her, stepped out of the apartment complex. She had no idea where to go. Hotels were out of the question, and she definitely didn't feel like calling anyone.

She ended up on a park bench, setting her suitcase down and deciding this would do for the night.

But around five in the morning, she felt someone touching her leg. Jolting awake, she saw a homeless man standing beside her, his intentions clear as day.

Tiffanie kicked him away, disgust etched on her face. She grabbed her suitcase and started to leave, but the man trailed closely behind, trying to chat in broken English.

"Fifty bucks, one time, I'm in," he said, waving a crumpled flyer at her. Tiffanie glanced at it and saw her own photo.

She immediately knew who was behind this. Fifty bucks? Was that her worth now?

She laughed through her tears at the absurdity.

The homeless man mistook her laughter for agreement and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a nearby alley.

Tiffanie didn't put up a fight. Maybe this was how it was meant to be.

As she was shoved against a grimy wall, her mind went blank. Then, she heard hurried footsteps echoing down the alley.

the shadows and landed a punch on the homeless man, sending

standing there, his eyes

Mason. "Well, fancy seeing you

a thousand knives to the

love have

he

grabbed Tiffanie's wrist, gripping

same light smile as before, but her eyes were filled with

Every event, every person, seemed

Was any man okay for her now? Even a man off the

been this way, and he had never

woman his first love-it

tightened, but he couldn't let

He had just

from

as a success story

dimly

cleanliness, then

anyone okay for