Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 54

Violet rolled her eyes, “Oh please, as if I don’t know you. All talk, no action. You’re light–years away from those starlets who silently bed their way through the entire crew. If Snow really wanted to get with you, you’d flirt back just enough to keep him interested, then ditch him after the music video’s shot.”

A flicker of warmth passed through Quintessa’s heart as she nodded, “Got it.”

Back at her dingy apartment, Quintessa was too exhausted to even flick on the lights. She kicked off her shoes and slumped onto the couch, her cellphone taken from her bag clattering onto the coffee table.

The more Tyrone was itching to get her into bed, the more she was determined not to make it easy for him. A small investment in some indie web series? She hadn’t even begun to reap the rewards.

Quintessa wasn’t just any easy lay. She felt exhausted; her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts – the two–faced Young family, her mother’s last days, and the role Jerome had snatched from her.

She had so much to do!

James lingered outside the door for a prolonged period, hesitating to enter. The door wasn’t shut tight; slivers of light escaped into the hallway.

Club prodded him, “James, just go in. Standing here

wall, “You don’t understand.”

her up, and he’d

clapped him on the shoulder, “We all

forehead, wishing to delay

Tyrone’s voice called out from the room, and the next second, James had pushed

hand, gulping nervously, unable to meet his gaze, “Mr. York, I failed to bring Ms.

was a living masterpiece, a sight that could captivate any onlooker.

man could be. In mere seconds, beads

silent, his expression unchanging as he gently swirled his wine glass, savoring the drink. The wine’s hue was like the finest gemstone, its brilliance enhanced by the elegance

meticulously arranged – luxuriously opulent, romantically charged, and spotless, perfect for

seemingly harmless, “Huh,

James asked cautiously, “You knew she

took a sip of his wine, “She’s just playing games, trying to bait me. Well, I’m game.”

wouldn’t have come so easily.

a sigh of relief, “Mr. York, Sean