Master of his heart

Chapter 622

Chapter 622

Brielle needed an outlet, but she hadn’t chosen Max.

Max settled her into the car, fastening the seatbelt with a click that sounded like commitment. Her eyes, clouded with confusion from the alcohol, fluttered open and met his. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.

Trying to balance her woozy frame, she leaned in for a kiss, but Max deftly placed a hand in front of her lips. The scent of liquor was overwhelming.

Brielle blinked and, resigning to the barrier, pressed her lips to his palm instead.

That simple act sent a ticklish sensation coursing through Max, a feeling that burrowed into his pores and settled deep within him. He withdrew his hand, hiding it behind his back as if to capture that fleeting moment forever.

Slumped in her seat, Brielle seemed on the edge of slumber. But then, a warm kiss brushed her lips. “This one’s on the house,” he said, his voice a casual note as he secured the seatbelt properly and stood up to leave.

Brielle caught him. Her mind was a foggy swirl, and her eyes gathered a misty haze. “Where’s Mr. Lynch?”

and annoyance brewing inside him. He gripped her chin and, with the sleeve of his suit,

drunk and still thinking of someone

too rough, and Brielle’s lips felt raw. A frown creased her brow, and she murmured,

Max stormed off

leaving Max to drive. The ride was anything but peaceful, with Brielle’s hands wandering and her head bobbing close to him.

Premier Palace, he carried her straight

water. Drunk as she was, her cheeks flushed a

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peaceful face, the petty jealousy ebbing away. He leaned in for a kiss but was met with resistance and a sudden rush of nausea

vomited, the contents unpleasantly adorning Max’s suit

was palpable, but he simply

inebriated state, Brielle managed a polite smile and

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