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.

she toying with him just like that day

slowly unbuttoned his shirt, Tyrone’s eyes glinted

him, he had a myriad of ways to put her in her

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audience was present to appreciate the show.

than the allure of the

in a one–man play, his frustration boiling over,

a rough grab, he flipped Quintessa over, and reached out

her in a sports bra and panties. The morning

squinted, leaning in.

sleepy woman on the bed spoke in a voice heavy

virtue, but assault? That was an insult to