Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 33

Quintessa’s laugh was wickedly enchanting, “Besides, I’ve never had the pleasure of making love in a Maybach.”

Her flippant words, laced with a hint of promiscuity, led one to subconsciously assume she had played this game with many men.

From the shadows, Tyrone exuded a chilling aura of fury. Quintessa paid no mind to Tyrone’s rage, reaching out to unbutton his shirt.

To her, the angrier Tyrone got, the better. If he wasn’t mad, what was the point of all this? Surely she wasn’t expected to pacify him? His discontent was her comfort.

Tyrone’s shirt was bespoke, crafted overseas, with even the cufflinks chosen from the finest gems.

As Quintessa undid the buttons, she taunted, “Didn’t you say that my chests and chin are implanted, my waist liposucked, my nose augmented? And you still want to get a room. with me? Quite the peculiar taste.”

leaning back lazily, allowing Quintessa to strip him

let out a cold chuckle, “Oh, Mr. York, so your eyes do work? And here I thought you had

button undone, Tyrone’s chest was exposed, lean and strong, without exaggerated muscles, but

Her index finger traced a line down from his

and pulling down her neckline to reveal swathes of skin, her shoulders round and

wait for you to see if these are real

Tyrone’s stern voice cut through the tension,

jolted, swerving into an S–curve before slamming to a

commanded harshly,

for him

“Get out.”

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stumbling out and running a good twenty meters

the car. The latter leaned into Tyrone’s embrace, nibbling the