Chapter 62

At 2 a.m.. Quintessa had been waiting at the underground parking lot with Manny for a solid four hours.

Manny was yawning relentlessly, his eyes bloodshot and weary, “Quinn, you sure about this to? Maybe Jerome’s not showing tonight, huh?”

Quintessa seemed immune to fatigue, her face betraying not a hint of tiredness. She glanced at her watch, “Wel give it another hour. If he’s a no–show, we’ll bail,”

Violet had sold Quintessa a hot tip about Jerome’s whereabouts, gleaned from a seasoned entertainment journalist friend, Jerome usually spent his weekends at Zenobia’s place until the wee hours, and then retreated to his apartment. And tonight was Saturday.

They were staking out the parking lot beneath Jerome’s apartment, the most likely place he’d hit first on his way

home.

Half an hour later, headlights swept the entrance. Quintessa nudged Manny awake, “Showtimet

Manny snapped to attention, instantly alert.

Quintessa reminded him. “Remember what I told you, get the clear shot, but keep my face out of it*

“Got it. Don’t worry, Quinn. I was the ace of my college photo club.*

She donned her cap and shades, and stepped out of the car.

Jerome killed the engine and stepped out; the door was barely shut when he heard a voice from behind, “Late night, huh? Where’ve you been gallivanting?”

Quintessa leaning casually against a car, her hair cut into a chic bob. She wore a crisp white sundress with a short black leather jacket studded at the shoulders, her legs crossed nonchalantly. She was a

Jerome’s otherwise stoic façade.

taking deliberate steps toward her, “Decided to come looking for me at last?*

purposely pressured Director Frost to snag a role from Quintessa, hoping to force her hand. But days had passed without a word from her, his mood took a plummet, and he was

folded her arms, giving Jerome a once–over, “Just checking which

opened the top two buttons of his shirt, feeling desire rise at

if that’s what

role?” Hands on hips, chin lifted and chest out, she questioned, “I don’t understand, Jerome. Are you blind

pulling her close with a yank, “Doesn’t matter how good her skills in bed are.

and her hand laid on his shoulder, whispered into his ear, “So, you really want to sleep with your sister–in–law?”

deeply, “Can’t sleep because

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Chapter 62

Chapter 62

been waiting at the underground parking lot with

his eyes bloodshot and weary. “Quinn, you

hint of tiredness. She glanced at her

spent his weekends at Zenobia’s place

beneath Jerome’s apartment, the most likely place he’d

home.

an hour later, headlights swept the entrance.

snapped to attention,

told you, get the clear shot, but keep

worry, Quinn, I was the ace of my

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