Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The back and forth between the two people completely disregarded Brielle as a human being. It was as if she was just some stray cat or dog, easily dismissed.

Annie took the candy from Murray’s hand, and her expression finally softened a bit. “Aw, come en, I’m not mad at you. Don’t let my poker face scare you off. Let’s get a move on. The defense we set up is nothing compared to what Max can do. If he catches us slacking off because we’re goofing around, we’re toast.”

Murray nodded, respectfully falling in step behind her,

The long corridor grew quiet in an instant, the lively warmth from the party room spilling out from the ajar door. Brielle felt suffocated and slowly pushed Kenzo away, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. She had no idea what she looked like. Her neck was craned slightly, her face flushed with a rosy tint.

The image of Max pinning her against the wall outside that room, his lips on hers, flickered through Kenzo’s mind like a movie stuck on replay.

He frowned, looking away, “Can you walk?”

Brielle heard someone asking her a question, and there was a slight shimmer in her eyes. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes.”

“Alright, you’re on your own then.”

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He didn’t touch her again. Holding his drink, he just stood by her side.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

Even drunk, Brielle wasn’t one to cause a scene. She steadied herself against the wall and began to walk out.

Kenzo took her phone and dialed Max, but before the call could connect, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway, sweeping Brielle into a tight embrace.

Max, taking in the scent of alcohol on her, felt a twitch in his brow.

Kenzo stepped out from the shadows, handing over a fruit wine bottle and a script. “I was just about to call you, and here you are.”

Max took them, his frown deepening at the sight of the bottle, so Kenzo explained quickly, “She asked for it and claimed it was tasty.”

Max massaged his forehead, resisting the urge to pinch Brielle’s cheek.

Brielle winced at the pinch, instinctively trying to pull away.

“Brielle?” Max called out, lifting her in his arms and heading straight out.

The back and forth between the two people completely disregarded Brielle as a human being. It was as if she was just some stray cat or dog, easily dismissed.

Annie took the candy from Murray’s hand, and her expression finally softened a bit. ” come on, I’m not mad at you. Don’t let my poker face scare you off. Let’s get a move on. The defense we set up is

nothing compared to what Max can do. If he catches us slacking off because we’re goofing around, we’re toast.”

Murray nodded, respectfully falling in step behind her.

The long corridor grew quiet in an instant, the lively warmth from the party room spilling out from the ajar door. Brielle felt suffocated and slowly pushed Kenzo away, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. She had no idea what she looked like. Her neck was craned slightly, her face flushed with a rosy tint.

The image of Max pinning her against the wall outside that room, his lips on hers, flickered through Kenzo’s mind like a movie stuck on replay.

He frowned, looking away. “Can you walk?”

Brielle heard someone asking her a question, and there was a slight shimmer in her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Alright, you’re on your own then.”

He didn’t touch her again. Holding his drink, he just stood by her side.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

Even drunk, Brielle wasn’t one to cause a scene. She steadied herself against the wall and began to walk out.

Kenzo took her phone and dialed Max, but before the call could connect, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway, sweeping Brielle into a tight embrace.

Max, taking in the scent of alcohol on her, felt a twitch in his brow.

Kenzo stepped out from the shadows, handing over a fruit wine bottle and a script. “I was just about to call you, and here you are.”

Max took them, his frown deepening at the sight of the bottle, so Kenzo explained quickly, “She asked for it and claimed it was tasty.”

Max massaged his forehead, resisting the urge to pinch Brielle’s cheek.

Brielle winced at the pinch, instinctively trying to pull away.

“Brielle?” Max called out, lifting her in his arms and heading straight out.

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Kenzo lingered for a moment before following them out. He saw Max leaning Brielle against the car.

“What’s got into you, drinking like this, Brielle?”

Her arms looped around his neck, a smile playing on her lips as her slender legs began to encircle his waist. Max’s breathing became ragged, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck, grateful for the docility that came with her inebriation.

Brielle, breathless from his kisses, rested her chin on his shoulder, her vision blurring just enough to see a vague figure in the distance. But she was too tired, her mind a blank slate.

Max bundled her into the car, his voice husky with restraint. “Stay still. We’re going home

to rest.”

Brielle settled onto his lap, and amidst the car’s jostling, she drifted to sleep.

Back in the small diner, a man behind a mask picked up a glass left on the table. Brielle’s lipstick wasn’t one for bold colors. She never wore bright red and always stuck to nude shades with just a hint of soft pink. So, the glass bore a faint mark.

The masked man pressed his lips against that imprint, his eyes churning with emotion. He wanted to ruin her, to see her sink in the mire of chaos and fall. He wanted to taint her so thoroughly that even the marrow in her bones turned black. Those legs wrapped around someone else were an eyesore indeed.

In the dimly lit car, Brielle turned over, feeling restless. The word “understudy” floated through her mind, followed by a sense of being ignited by rage.

She bit her lip, overwhelmed by a deep sense of frustration.