Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

where are you

down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the

looked away sheepishly,

otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son, commonly known as The Priest. “Coffin

his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with

a coffin? It looks like you want

I

specks of ruthlessness surged in his

her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type of woman he despised

to remain

you are generous

rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening

grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her

touch of the black rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising

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