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Chapter 73

Quintessa dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the room.

She wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

But Ms. York was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in his

home

was a private man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom

Even his

might drop by now

been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer from

checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren in his apartment.

her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here

wrinkles seemed to deepen with her frown. “You shameless creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to

accusatory finger, “Just wait until

you should say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already ensnared your

a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found her

slinging low around his waist, bare–chested in a way that

previous night’s encounters. Her

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