Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 11

Miranda was livid with anger. She glanced at Jerome unwittingly; seeing him unfazed, she relaxed slightly and snapped her head towards Rachel, barking, “Cut the crap. Jay wouldn’t give the time of day to that kind of girl.”

Rachel let out a scornful laugh. That kind of girl? That kind of girl who, despite everything, seemed to charm every man in sight, even if it was just for a shot at warming her bed.

At the boarding gate, James handed Quintessa a thick envelope, “Ms. Young, this is from Mr. York, for your services that evening.”

Quintessa peeked inside to find it stuffed with crisp greenbacks. She chuckled bitterly, “So the man’s conscience hasn’t been entirely devoured by wolves.”

“I should get going. Safe travels, Ms. Young.”

“Hold up.

freshening up her makeup before plucking a brand–new bill from the envelope. She left a bright red kiss mark on it, “Give this to your boss as his tip, and let him know I was less than

night.”

it or leave it was a dilemma. In the end, Quintessa stuffed the

to remember this place, the two–faced people she’d leave behind, a constant reminder that her revenge was still a debt unpaid.

if she had stolen their men. Yet, the truth was, she had slept with only. one man, Tyrone, and even that had been part of his own calculated pursuit.

matter. She had ignited his fury, and in time, on her terms, she’d do as they feared

later, James presented the hundred–dollar bill to Tyrone, “Mr. York,

hesitating, James relayed Quintessa’s message word

bill, emblazoned with that red kiss in the center, brought back memories. Those lips, recently his to kiss soft, fragrant, sweet – could stir the deepest desires

she were in front of him, he’d bite those lips

Three years later.

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Chapter 11