Chapter 38

Tyrone stooped to pick up Quintessa’s shoes and walked to the walk–in closet. He pushed open the glass door to his shoe cabinet, which was a veritable wall of footwear, all his own. Casually, he tossed Quintessa’s shoes into the mix.

Til chuck it tomorrow.”

After a shower, Tyrone stood in front of the mirror, toweling his hair. He caught sight of the angry red mark on his neck, the twin rows of bite marks stark against his skin, a clear sign that someone had meant business.

“Girl’s got a bite,” he touched the mark. It was the first time in his years as a top dog that a woman had left her mark on him.

Yet, the strange thing was, he felt thrilled by it.

Tyrone didn’t bother with ointment. After drying off his hair, he lay back on the bed and started scrolling through his phone.

He suddenly felt the urge to call Quintessa, but after flicking through his contacts and not finding her, he remembered with a jolt that her phone had been smashed.

Tyrone felt nothing but frustrated.

mansion. She sat there, staring at the opulent mansion that seemed even more grandiose against the night sky, her eyes

whether she liked Tyrone or

name.

whisper, “I need to find out who that slut

next day, Tyrone woke up looking like a storm

the house, causing Mrs. York to worry she

documents to the office, saw Tyrone’s thunderous expression and dared not

Tyrone barked,

James blinked, “What?”

tossed his pen,

dawned on James. Mr.

17.06

It got smashed.

“Smashed?”

spine, James stammered, “Didn’t you say,”

eyes were dark, “What did I

swallowed his words, “Just one moment.”

hurried out of the room.

to reviewing documents, but he couldn’t even finish a sentence before he kicked over the trash bin, his body radiating fury.

A wet dream, damn it! At 28, he

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