Chapter 56

She wasn’t playing hard to get; that was all.

Snow returned to the house he hadn’t visited in ages, never expecting a chance encounter would bring such entertainment.

Early in the morning, Quintessa was rudely awakened by the relentless ringing of her cellphone.

Groggy, she felt her head aching from the persistent noise. Curious as to who could be calling, she stumbled around the room, eventually finding the culprit. It was the phone Tyrone had given her the day before.

“Damn it.” She grumbled, ruffling her hair in frustration. “Didn’t I turn this thing off yesterday? How’d it turn back on by itself?”

It must’ve been set to automatically power on in the morning. Annoyed, Quintessa picked up the phone to see Tyrone’s number flashing on the screen.

Her first instinct was to hang up immediately. But no sooner had she ended the call than the phone rang again.

knew if she didn’t answer, Tyrone – that son of

Quintessa answered the call.

“Hello.”

you actually

she couldn’t help but scoff internally, glossing it over leisurely, “What are you on about? Why wouldn’t I answer? You make it

guilty for ignoring Tyrone’s calls. Why should she

get laid, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction until she got what she wanted.

suckers for a chase. Gave in too easily, and how could she

other. His face was a mask of calm, betraying nothing except for the tight grip on his phone – a

him up last night,

flames of

nobody dared say “no” in his presence. Quintessa had kept him waiting all night, and he wasn’t going

acting as if she never intended to show up last night – as if she had been playing him from the

you’re quite something. Do you really think these amateurish games will work

me, Mr. York, but haven’t you been the one

planned on

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