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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

the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was

Even his

downtown apartment was a fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched by outside

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

to find a half–naked

slid into her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a glass of water?”

be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head over heels, why would

“Just wait until my

say that. As the ‘siren,

toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room,

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

with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been

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