Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 71

Tyrone stood in silence; his dark complexion was a stark contrast to the dimly lit living room. Quintessa had just yawned her way past him, while her fingers trailed on his ebony face; her voice was laced with the weight of impending slumber, “I’m beat. Gonna hit the hay and don’t you dare disturb me.”

With a nonchalant push to the bedroom door, she waltzed in, kicked off her shoes without a care, and flopped onto the bed, fully clothed. The night had taken its toll, and she was out cold as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Tyrone lingered alone, feeling a cocktail of emotions brewing within as minutes ticked by.

As he pondered over Quintessa’s audacity, a wry smile played on his lips. How could she be so bold to sleep so soundly under his roof, with her fate resting in his hands?

She had dragged him through a night of mischief, all to implicate him in her schemes, and to ensure he’d be unable to threaten her any longer. Now that her crisis was averted, her true colors shone through, and turned to be unapologetically indifferent.

just like that day at the

he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, Tyrone’s eyes

be trifled with. He had entertained her antics because he chose to, but should she truly irk him, he had a myriad of ways to put her in her place. As Tyrone strode

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present to appreciate

deeper than the allure of the

one–man play, his frustration boiling over, as Quintessa slept like a

Quintessa over, and reached out his hands to peel away her clothes with brute force.

black tracksuit lay discarded, leaving her in a sports bra and panties. The morning light bathed

squinted, leaning in.

the sleepy woman on the bed spoke in a voice heavy with drowsiness, “Mr. York, if you find the idea of assault so thrilling, be

virtue, but assault? That was an insult to his ego, an affront to his