Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 49

Tyrone’s face went from zero to thundercloud in a split second after hearing those words,

Quintessa reached out, stroked his cheek with a casual touch, and licked her lips with at rogue’s grin, “I recall you weren’t so modest back in the day, Mr. York. You tore my dress off with such ease! Remember that swarm of paparazzi? You were quite the exhibitionist, clinging to me like we were two halves of a whole. And now you’re playing shy? That’s a

new one on me.”

Tyrone was speechless. He felt as though the tables had turned. Had his thunder been stolen?

For the first time, Tyrone felt a peculiar sense of suffocation, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Quintessa turned to grab her purse, ‘Alright, you’ve had your bit of fun, and I’ve got places to be. Play nice, will you?”

like a parent bribing a tantrum–throwing toddler with a piece of candy. Tyrone wiped the lipstick from the corner of

she was about to leave and slipped something into her embrace. She looked down

she often wore.

Tyrone, who was all cool detachment, “It’s got my number in it. Don’t call

was clear: from now

which, to this day, Tyrone hadn’t confessed to pocketing that night. No matter. She had kept it in mind, and would settle that score

this? A trade–in? Since when did you become so petty, Tyrone York? Trying to woo a woman with a phone? It’ll take more than that

at her chest, a silent suggestion, “Whatever you want,

chin, “Sure thing. You just

scandal broke, Quintessa told Tyrone his money was nothing to her. She wasn’t bluffing. If she wanted

bill.

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to attend to, Mr. York. Not all of us can live without e

me, and you’ll never worry about

right there. Gritting her teeth and arching an eyebrow, she retorted, “That’s a job for the evening, not now.”