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.

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

of the York family, where it didn’t matter whether she liked

name.

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

up looking like

skipped 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 breathe too

barked,

James blinked, “What?”

tossed his pen, “The phone.”

realization dawned on James. Mr.

17.06

It got smashed.

“Smashed?”

a chill run down his spine, James

were dark, “What did

swallowed his words, “Just one moment.”

of

tried 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!

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