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Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

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I smile awkwardly and drop my head. It’s then that I notice that Thomas still has his arm around me.

Holy fucking shit.

I look back up and Julian is glaring, openly furious.

This night just took a gigantic nosedive.

What the hell is he doing here?

Chapter Seventeen

Julian

My rage rings in my ears.

She’s here with someone…

On a date?

His hand is in the small of her back, and when he says something she smiles up at him. Bree's wearing a little black dress that hugs her every curve.

She looks edible.

I snap my eyes away angrily. No wonder she was so fucking keen to get out of the house.

My blood begins to boil.

“What’s wrong with you, Masters?” Seb frowns. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Adrenaline starts to pump through me and an unfamiliar burn of jealousy starts to take over. “Nothing.” I glare at Brielle across the room, and then I turn my back to her.

“I’m going to bid on the Panton,” Seb says as he flicks through the program. “I’ve got another two of his in the beach house.”

"How much are you going to pay?" Spencer asks as he reads through the listings.

“I’ll check what I paid for the last ones first.” He pulls out his phone and begins to trawl through his emails.

I clench my jaw to stop myself from turning back to look at her. “Brielle’s here,” I tell them quietly.

“Who?” Seb frowns.

“My nanny.”

“Jesus.” He smiles. “Where?”

“Across the room. The one in the black dress. Long, dark hair.” Seb searches the room and then releases a low whistle. “Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.”

“Who’s gorgeous?” Spencer asks, finally joining in the conversation.

“Master’s nanny is here.” “Where?”

“Black dress, long hair. The brunette, remember her from golf?”

He looks across the room, too. “Holy fuck, yeah she’s hot.”

“What’s she doing?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“She’s talking to a guy, but she keeps looking over,” Seb whispers.



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