Chapter 16

Wouldn’t give the time of day, but Tyrone is different, huh?

Exactly.

Quintessa’s word echoed relentlessly in Jerome’s ears, stirring a nameless rage within him. How in the world was he any less than Tyrone?

Suddenly, someone quipped, “What’s up with you today, Mr. Lott? You’re not in your usual spirits. That cute chick over there, and you’re not making a move? What’s the matter, afraid your lady back home will get jealous?”

Jerome’s mind raced, and he managed a smile, saying, “Nothing much, just bumped into an old acquaintance today. Got me a bit sentimental.”

The guy casually probed, “Who?”

“My future sister–in–law.”

“Your sister–in–law?”

“Yeah, Miranda’s sister.”

now I remember; you

in Jerome, “How come you

a, let’s just say, a keen interest in that woman. I heard she’s

wanted her to

not ordinary, she’s a knockout – a rare find. Just seeing her, I’d get a hard–on, seriously. It’s been years, and I still regret not making my move

so here’s your

“You said it.”

knuckles turned white. It seemed

asked, “Hey, isn’t your fiancée Quintessa’s aunt? You

woman?”

lounged on

drink lazily, drawling, “Quintessa?

over. Tyrone’s face wore a half–smile; Quintessa’s

was as if it really didn’t matter to

all that was left was to sign

full week of waiting, at 10 p.m. on

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