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.

car came to a halt outside the York family mansion. She sat there, staring at the opulent mansion that seemed even more grandiose

family, where it didn’t matter whether she liked Tyrone or he liked her. What she

name.

find out who that slut is. I’m gonna figure it out. I won’t

up looking like a

the house, causing Mrs. York to worry she had somehow

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

barked,

James blinked, “What?”

a snap, Tyrone tossed his pen,

realization dawned on James. Mr. York wanted Quintessa’s phone.

17.06

It got smashed.

“Smashed?”

down his spine, James stammered,

dark, “What

words, “Just

of

documents, but he couldn’t even finish a sentence before

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