Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Max was packing their bags when he heard her sigh. His fingers paused for just a moment before he went back to it.

"Take it easy, I've got this," he assured her.

Brielle sprawled out on the bed, feeling a bit let down. Here she was, all dolled up with nowhere to go. What a waste, she thought.

Max worked quickly, getting their luggage sorted in no time, then handed her a comfy set of clothes.

"Slip these on, we're heading out soon," he said.

Brielle let out another sigh but did as she was told. The outfit was her usual choice for a laid-back day, nothing too flashy, which seemed to sit well with Max.

Once they were on the private jet, Brielle found all her skiing gear neatly laid out for her. She had only ever skated on ice rinks, never on real snow.

A day later, they arrived at the snowy mountains, and the sight of the vast, icy expanse took her breath away-it was a whole different kind of beauty from summer's warmth.

After settling in at the hotel and shaking off the jet lag, she was eager for Max to teach her how to ski.

The ski slopes were divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and professional levels. The professional slope was nearly empty, meant for the truly brave and skilled. Brielle, being a rookie, nervously made her way to the beginner slope.

Max, ditching his signature suit for some sporty casual wear, looked surprisingly youthful. Yet, his charisma was undeniable, drawing attention even in the crowd.

They hadn't been out of the hotel long before Max started attracting admirers like bees to honey.

Brielle's mood took a nosedive. Now she knew exactly how Max felt when others were flirting with her at the beach.

It was like being submerged in a sea of jealousy.

Luckily, Max was quick to turn down the advances, staying focused on teaching Brielle.

After a short while, her legs started to feel the burn-a reminder of their late-night escapades.

Curious, she asked, "Max, if you weren't stuck with me, which slope would you be on?"

Max, looking effortlessly cool with his glasses and helmet, exuded a confidence that was hard to miss.

"Want to see?" he asked with a sly grin.

Brielle nodded eagerly. After all, everyone loves a bit of praise from their partner; it's a universal joy.

"I'll show you," Max said, heading toward the professional slope. The blonde from earlier was there, greeting him in French.

Max nodded politely, then took off down the slope, performing with a skill that drew applause from all around. Brielle's heart swelled with pride, albeit tinged with jealousy.

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Max was exceptional, a standout even by the Dorsey family's high standards, proof of his extraordinary talent in everything he did.

When Max finished, the blonde skier

was quick to praise him, inviting him

to join her for a run, clearly

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interested in more than just skiing.

Brielle watched, fuming, wishing she was somewhere else-like diving in the ocean.

She took a deep breath, ready to stride over, but Max signaled her to stay put for safety's sake amidst the crowd.

Even knowing Max would turn the woman down didn't ease Brielle's annoyance. She turned her head, feigning disinterest in his performance.

Max's face darkened at her reaction.