Master of his heart

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

tank, slung her purse over her shoulder with a flamboyant

Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped

extravagant spending and for cycling through boyfriends like seasonal outfits. She was the black sheep of the capital’s elite, her reputation in

lingered on the rose tattoos adorning her arm, his expression

yawn. “Just got back from the family estate. Uncle Ryan’s getting an earful from granddad. Broke

made to head upstairs to settle

the garage and flashed a toothy grin

through Spencer’s eyes at the sight of her dressed so inappropriately, daring to strut in front of Max in such

control. This was the time for executive meetings; making a

floor, Tiffanie stepped out first, her familiarity with the place evident as she headed straight for the conference room, chewing

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