Master of his heart

Chapter 412

Chapter 412

He had toyed with the idea of Inviting that woman whose voice was a dead ringer for Brielle back to his hotel room, but he hadn’t snagged her contact Information after their last encounter.

Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his volce. “If you’re itching for it, I can satisfy you right here in the office,”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a cup of coffee splashed on his face. The brown stain of the coffee slid down his cheek, soaking through his sult to the white shirt beneath.

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to be so brazen, so utterly shameless. A colleague had brought in the coffee, but due to the morning’s positive pregnancy test, she hadn’t touched it, and it had gone cold.

Spencer wiped his face, unsurprised by Brielle’s retort. “Are you still holding out for Uncle Max to sweep you off your feet? Brielle, how low can you get?”

The more he insulted her, the more it pained him.

“Get out.” Brielle shifted her gaze to the computer, unwilling to waste any energy on such a

person.

one deep look and then pushed the

saw his coffee–stained figure but dared not stare, all

arousal. It wasn’t Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so cheap that

outlet for his pent–up energy, he felt

had a sharp sense that Spencer had changed; his eyes held not only disgust but something more that made her

Beaconsfield media was all praise for Alivia, nearly putting her on a pedestal. And

to ask about the details. She had long known Alivia’s maneuvers, how she hid behind others

showed any sign of weakness now, she’d be conceding defeat to Alivia before

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provoke her. Il Brielle called Max now to check on him, she would seem petty in

dropping to her belly with heavy

shut down her computer, her gaze dro the

at the Rowland Health

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