Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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.

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

liked Tyrone or he liked

name.

wheel, her voice a hushed, crazed whisper, “I need to find out who

Tyrone woke up looking like a

breakfast and left the house, causing Mrs. York to worry she had somehow done anything wrong.

saw Tyrone’s thunderous expression and dared not even

Tyrone barked,

James blinked, “What?”

a snap, Tyrone tossed his pen, “The phone.”

James. Mr.

17.06

It got smashed.

“Smashed?”

spine, James stammered, “Didn’t

“What

his words, “Just

out of

reviewing documents, but he couldn’t even

incident. A wet dream, damn it! At 28, he was having wet dreams.