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.

him just like that day at the photo–shoot?

slowly unbuttoned his shirt, Tyrone’s eyes glinted with a dangerous allure.

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 into the bedroom, his torso was now bare. His figure was a sculptor’s dream, chiseled to perfection. Any woman would

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no audience was present to

deeper than the allure of

the sole actor in a one–man play, his frustration boiling over,

flipped Quintessa over, and reached out

in a sports bra and panties. The morning light bathed her, turning her complexion

squinted, leaning

bed spoke in a voice heavy with drowsiness, “Mr. York, if you find the idea of

not a paragon of virtue, but assault? That was an insult to his ego, an affront