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.

outside the York family mansion. She sat there, staring at

she liked Tyrone or he liked

name.

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

up

and left the house, causing Mrs. York to worry

to the office, saw Tyrone’s thunderous expression

barked,

James blinked, “What?”

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

on James. Mr. York wanted Quintessa’s

17.06

It got smashed.

“Smashed?”

down his spine, James stammered, “Didn’t

were dark, “What did I say?”

words, “Just

out of

but he couldn’t even finish

dream, damn it! At

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