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.

hours, Rachel’s car came to a halt outside the York family mansion. She sat there, staring at the opulent mansion that seemed even more grandiose against the night sky, her eyes filled with

dreamed of becoming the lady of the York family, where it didn’t matter whether she liked Tyrone or he liked her. What she craved was the power and wealth of

name.

gripped the steering wheel, her voice a hushed, crazed whisper, “I need to find out who that slut is. I’m

day, Tyrone woke up looking

breakfast and left the house, causing Mrs. York to worry she

thunderous expression and dared not even breathe too loudly.

barked, “Phone.”

James blinked, “What?”

tossed his pen, “The phone.”

Mr. York wanted

17.06

It got smashed.

“Smashed?”

down his spine, James

“What did I say?”

swallowed his words,

hurried out of the room.

to get back to reviewing documents, but he couldn’t even finish a sentence before he kicked over the trash bin,

A wet dream, damn it! At 28, he was